Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Toothless grins and Homeruns...
It seems that every time a milestone passes in our lives, no matter how big or small, I am prompted to write at least a little about it. After 2 years of T-Ball starting in 2004, Truett moved to playing baseball at Carrigan Park in Spring of 2006. I was reading in Truett's scrapbook a memory that was long ago, yet seems like yesterday: "Our rookie season ended with a grand finale. We played in the city tournament and had a great time. Truett's team played very well. The fourth game we played was against the team that had beaten us in the regular season and had finished first in our league. At this point, the tournament took second place to all other events, because during this game, TRUETT HIT A HOMERUN. Anything else was just a bonus." Now he is beginning his final season at Carrigan, one I face with mixed emotions. My son is no longer a toothless little boy but a tall 12 year old young man. Last night, however, he achieved a long time goal: he hit a ball out of the park. His first at bat of the season, in his home park. It wasn't a make it around the bases as little rookies committed error after error for an in the park home run, but rather a long, soaring hit that landed solidly on the other side of the fence. One hit by a handsome 12 year old. One thing that hasn't changed, though, is the winning smile stretching across his face. That grin of shock and surprise as he rounded second and realized it was truly OVER THE FENCE was just as priceless as that toothless grin that crossed homeplate to the arms of a screaming mother in the dugout. Now, last night I was still screaming, but I didn't scoop him up in my arms like I did all those years ago. I subdued myself to a substantial high five and a hug. I am blessed with a son that loves his family. He is not embarrassed when I hug him, and he still hugs me every day and kisses me good night. I hope he never outgrows that. So, Truett will finish his final year at Carrigan, anxious to earn the "Iron Man" award, an award reserved for players that complete all six years (2 rookie, 2 minor, 2 major) at the park. What happens after that, we're not sure. What I do know, is that my oldest son has started his season off with a bang. And everything after this, is just a bonus.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Memories!
Our story is a story of God ordained meetings and occurences. It's a lot longer than I can post here at this time, but in honor of Valentine's Day, I will give an overview :)
Spring 1989, I was dating a Resident Advisor at Liberty University, where I was a student. It was Youth Ministry focus week, and I attended a seminar with him in another class. I was often being introduced to the guys in his dorm, so when a couple of fellas came up after the seminar, I didn't think much of it. I remember the introduction, but nothing about the guys. One of them whispered in hia ear and he laughed. I asked what was said and he said he'd tell me later. After we left, he said "That was one of my guys. He said 'Please tell me that girl is your sister.' " I thought it was funny. Later that night, the "guy", Ben, went to the RA's dorm room and told him "One of these days, you're going to be without that girl. And I'm going to take her out." My guy thought that was funny, too. Those are the only details I remember about our first meeting. I couldn't have picked Ben out of a lineup if my life depended on it. I guess you could say I was a loyal girlfriend, only having eyes for the guy I was with, but in reality, I'm just kind of oblivious that way. I'm not really good about remembering people if I don't make a conscious effort!
Months pass...we are now in August. My fella had gone home for the summer, and we weren't really serious to begin with. It was no surprise to either of us when we decided to stop dating. I was working at Winn Dixie, where I had been working since high school. Several times people in the store would tell me that a guy had been asking about me. They would describe him and I would be clueless as to who it was. One evening I was working in the office and this guy comes in the store. He asks one of our cashiers a question (a dumb question, I might add) and thankfully, the cashier he asked was busy, so she referred him to me, the bookkeeper working up in the "box." The question? "How do you make pink icing?" I had to come down out of the office to help this poor fellow. We went to the baking aisle and I handed him a bottle of red food coloring. I explained that you add the red food coloring to white icing and that will make it pink. I walked away. He then asks "So, you just dump the whole bottle in?" I remember thinking: "This guy is seriously domestically challenged." "No, you add a little bit at a time until you get the color you want." He tells me some ridiculous story about making a cake for a friend, wanting it to be as embarrassing and feminine as possible. I smiled and walked away. He calls again "Can I ask you another question?" I at this point really just wanted to get back to work. I turned and responded "Sure. What is it?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Uh...no." "Would you like to go out sometime?" Keep in mind I had worked at this store for 4.5 years. I had been asked out by a variety of interesting and not-so-interesting people who shopped there. I had NEVER, EVER said yes to ANY of them. So, why did I say yes this time? Call it God. I felt safe, secure, and confident that this guy was a good one. Obviously, that guy was Ben. Even funnier, he did not realize that the girl he met on campus that was dating his RA and the girl in the grocery store were the same person. At least his taste was consistent! And, he had to write a check for the food coloring. I think it was 97 cents. I still have the bottle, because, after all, Ben is a VERY smart guy. His little story was all just to get my phone number. It turns out, I was the one that wasn't very bright...it took me YEARS to figure out it was just a very creative pickup line!
There is more to our love story than that, but this was the beginning. We got married in May of 1991...7 children and 20 years later, here we are. I am thankful to God for the man he brought into my life all of those years ago. Thankful for my children. And thankful for red food coloring :)
Spring 1989, I was dating a Resident Advisor at Liberty University, where I was a student. It was Youth Ministry focus week, and I attended a seminar with him in another class. I was often being introduced to the guys in his dorm, so when a couple of fellas came up after the seminar, I didn't think much of it. I remember the introduction, but nothing about the guys. One of them whispered in hia ear and he laughed. I asked what was said and he said he'd tell me later. After we left, he said "That was one of my guys. He said 'Please tell me that girl is your sister.' " I thought it was funny. Later that night, the "guy", Ben, went to the RA's dorm room and told him "One of these days, you're going to be without that girl. And I'm going to take her out." My guy thought that was funny, too. Those are the only details I remember about our first meeting. I couldn't have picked Ben out of a lineup if my life depended on it. I guess you could say I was a loyal girlfriend, only having eyes for the guy I was with, but in reality, I'm just kind of oblivious that way. I'm not really good about remembering people if I don't make a conscious effort!
Months pass...we are now in August. My fella had gone home for the summer, and we weren't really serious to begin with. It was no surprise to either of us when we decided to stop dating. I was working at Winn Dixie, where I had been working since high school. Several times people in the store would tell me that a guy had been asking about me. They would describe him and I would be clueless as to who it was. One evening I was working in the office and this guy comes in the store. He asks one of our cashiers a question (a dumb question, I might add) and thankfully, the cashier he asked was busy, so she referred him to me, the bookkeeper working up in the "box." The question? "How do you make pink icing?" I had to come down out of the office to help this poor fellow. We went to the baking aisle and I handed him a bottle of red food coloring. I explained that you add the red food coloring to white icing and that will make it pink. I walked away. He then asks "So, you just dump the whole bottle in?" I remember thinking: "This guy is seriously domestically challenged." "No, you add a little bit at a time until you get the color you want." He tells me some ridiculous story about making a cake for a friend, wanting it to be as embarrassing and feminine as possible. I smiled and walked away. He calls again "Can I ask you another question?" I at this point really just wanted to get back to work. I turned and responded "Sure. What is it?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Uh...no." "Would you like to go out sometime?" Keep in mind I had worked at this store for 4.5 years. I had been asked out by a variety of interesting and not-so-interesting people who shopped there. I had NEVER, EVER said yes to ANY of them. So, why did I say yes this time? Call it God. I felt safe, secure, and confident that this guy was a good one. Obviously, that guy was Ben. Even funnier, he did not realize that the girl he met on campus that was dating his RA and the girl in the grocery store were the same person. At least his taste was consistent! And, he had to write a check for the food coloring. I think it was 97 cents. I still have the bottle, because, after all, Ben is a VERY smart guy. His little story was all just to get my phone number. It turns out, I was the one that wasn't very bright...it took me YEARS to figure out it was just a very creative pickup line!
There is more to our love story than that, but this was the beginning. We got married in May of 1991...7 children and 20 years later, here we are. I am thankful to God for the man he brought into my life all of those years ago. Thankful for my children. And thankful for red food coloring :)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Drawing Moments...
A friend's recent loss has left me compelled to write about the most difficult trial I have ever walked through. 6 years ago, Ben and I were expecting our fifth baby. Having had 4 uneventful pregnancies, I expected this one to be no different. We were full of excitement, hope and love for this new little one. She was to be greeted by 3 sisters and 1 brother, all of whom loved her and could not wait for the months to pass so she would be with us. This baby was very real and very much a part of our lives, even though she was still months away from us being able to touch her and hold her. I had been sicker with this pregnancy than my others, but I was also older. I didn't think much of it. I was 18 weeks along, and was certain I had felt movement. Having heard the heartbeat at 10 weeks, I had no reason to believe anything was wrong. I went to see my doctor for a regular appointment, and since Ben was in California leaving me with no babysitters, I had 3 of the children with me. That appointment led to a whirlwind of activity and devastating emotions. Measurements, weight, blood pressure...all fine. Doppler...not fine. The nurse tried unsuccessfully to find the heartbeat. Then the doctor. Then the portable ultrasound machine confirms every pregnant woman's nightmare "There is no heartbeat." What do you mean "no heartbeat" my own heart cried. Of course there is a heartbeat...right next to mine! I have loved and cared for this baby. I have been careful, I have cut down caffeine, been drinking water, increased protein, taken my vitamins. I have had 4 healthy pregnancies and no miscarriages. HOW CAN THERE BE NO HEARTBEAT? Coupled with the confused looks of three young children, ages 9, 8 and 5, it was all I could do to get out of the doctor's office without complete hysteria. I do not remember leaving...I do remember the car being so low on fuel that in the midst of this horrible pain, I had to go to the gas station and from there began trying to call Ben. Even now, I can still hear my voice gasping for breath as I sobbed the words "They couldn't find a heartbeat." Home. Calming my children. Finding myself surrounded by this circle of friends who have been there for me always, none of them knowing what to say, but more than willing to cry with me. Finally, Ben arrives home the next morning. We pray for a miracle, but it doesn't come. A more detailed ultrasound confirms that our baby was a little girl, and that while all appeared perfect, her little heart had stopped beating at some point around 16 weeks. The next few days and weeks remain the most horrible I have ever known. For weeks, maybe months, I would wake up in a panic, my heart crying out for the baby I had lost. Ben was patient and loving, never critical, never telling me to move on. He was in pain because I was in pain, but he didn't fully understand. My biggest fear was that I would walk through all of this and still miss what God was trying to tell me.
Miscarriage is something that a woman must walk through alone. It is painful and difficult. Husbands love us, but do not really understand what we are going through. A friend who has had a miscarriage or stillbirth may certainly relate to your pain, but since everyone's grief is different, it is still a lonely place. The most lonely place, I believe. It is in this place that we must rest in God's sovereignty. KNOW it is HE that has made us, and HE made that little one, too. He loves us and sheds tears for us in our pain. It is a journey of reflection and evaluation, and we need to rest in Christ so that we may hear the message that God has for us. Don't think that I walked through this with grace, because I didn't. I was frustrated and angry. I was mad at God and questioned what I could have done differently. I am just thankful that I did not rest in THAT place, but rather in the one of God's love for me. Had I chosen to be angry, bitter, and continually mourn, I would be a different person than I am today. I chose to seek out what God wanted to teach me. I needed to know why God was drawing me close and what He was going to whisper in my ear.
For me, the message was CHERISH. There may be more to it as I grow older and have opportunities to minister to others, but for now, this is my note from God. I am a busy mom. I am easily distracted. Treasuring my children needs to be a priority! For now, the most important thing that I can do is to bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. To be distracted by "stuff" is certainly not what God wants for me. This experience taught me to cherish my moments with my children.
I found out I was pregnant on what would have been the due date for our baby. I had mixed emotions of fear and joy. Our joy was complete when Emmett arrived September 10, 2005, right at a year after our miscarriage. He is a precious delight and adored by his siblings. They lived with a mixture of fear and excitement, as I did throughout my pregnancy, that Emmett would not make it to meet us face to face. The first year of Emmett's life, I told him every day "I'm so glad you are here." I never took his birth, babyhood or very presence forgranted. I marvel even now. Birth is such a miracle. Such wondrous development takes place in utero...so many things happening so fast and so many that can go wrong! It is an amazement and wonder that any of our children are here. What a gift from God!
There is only one thing that can ease the pain of a miscarriage along with resting in Christ, and that is time. 6 years have passed, and while I can recall the pain, I no longer mourn our baby. She is a point on our timeline, an important period that shaped the lives of myself and my children. She will never be forgotten and is forever remembered as "the baby we lost." I am thankful she is not truly lost, but FOUND. Found to be in heaven with Jesus, resting with Him. Thankful that one day I will truly meet her.
Miscarriage is not for the faint of heart. I do know that walking through it made me a different, better person. I would not wish it on anyone, but recognize the blessings that have come from my grief. So if you have a friend walking this lonely road, do not try to fix them. Respect their grief. Pray for them. Cry with them. Know that in Christ, they will come through it as refined silver, with character that only deep pain can give. If you are walking through this pain yourself, know that time will heal the rawness of the wound, but that baby that you lost will forever be a part of who you are. Embracing that and remembering that God is SOVEREIGN will allow your heart to heal.
Miscarriage is something that a woman must walk through alone. It is painful and difficult. Husbands love us, but do not really understand what we are going through. A friend who has had a miscarriage or stillbirth may certainly relate to your pain, but since everyone's grief is different, it is still a lonely place. The most lonely place, I believe. It is in this place that we must rest in God's sovereignty. KNOW it is HE that has made us, and HE made that little one, too. He loves us and sheds tears for us in our pain. It is a journey of reflection and evaluation, and we need to rest in Christ so that we may hear the message that God has for us. Don't think that I walked through this with grace, because I didn't. I was frustrated and angry. I was mad at God and questioned what I could have done differently. I am just thankful that I did not rest in THAT place, but rather in the one of God's love for me. Had I chosen to be angry, bitter, and continually mourn, I would be a different person than I am today. I chose to seek out what God wanted to teach me. I needed to know why God was drawing me close and what He was going to whisper in my ear.
For me, the message was CHERISH. There may be more to it as I grow older and have opportunities to minister to others, but for now, this is my note from God. I am a busy mom. I am easily distracted. Treasuring my children needs to be a priority! For now, the most important thing that I can do is to bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. To be distracted by "stuff" is certainly not what God wants for me. This experience taught me to cherish my moments with my children.
I found out I was pregnant on what would have been the due date for our baby. I had mixed emotions of fear and joy. Our joy was complete when Emmett arrived September 10, 2005, right at a year after our miscarriage. He is a precious delight and adored by his siblings. They lived with a mixture of fear and excitement, as I did throughout my pregnancy, that Emmett would not make it to meet us face to face. The first year of Emmett's life, I told him every day "I'm so glad you are here." I never took his birth, babyhood or very presence forgranted. I marvel even now. Birth is such a miracle. Such wondrous development takes place in utero...so many things happening so fast and so many that can go wrong! It is an amazement and wonder that any of our children are here. What a gift from God!
There is only one thing that can ease the pain of a miscarriage along with resting in Christ, and that is time. 6 years have passed, and while I can recall the pain, I no longer mourn our baby. She is a point on our timeline, an important period that shaped the lives of myself and my children. She will never be forgotten and is forever remembered as "the baby we lost." I am thankful she is not truly lost, but FOUND. Found to be in heaven with Jesus, resting with Him. Thankful that one day I will truly meet her.
Miscarriage is not for the faint of heart. I do know that walking through it made me a different, better person. I would not wish it on anyone, but recognize the blessings that have come from my grief. So if you have a friend walking this lonely road, do not try to fix them. Respect their grief. Pray for them. Cry with them. Know that in Christ, they will come through it as refined silver, with character that only deep pain can give. If you are walking through this pain yourself, know that time will heal the rawness of the wound, but that baby that you lost will forever be a part of who you are. Embracing that and remembering that God is SOVEREIGN will allow your heart to heal.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Fleeting Treasures...
August 16, 2010
Everyone had eaten dinner except for me, and Wyatt and Emmett were finishing. Wyatt asked me for something and I replied “No Wyatt, I am sitting down to eat dinner. I will get that for you later.” Emmett: “Then I am going to sit with you and talk to you while you eat.” Wyatt: “I want to sit ‘side you, too.” So I pulled both of their chairs up on either side of me and they chatted while I ate. Emmett finished and left. Wyatt looks at me and says, “You’re not sitting ‘side me, Mommy.” “Of course I am!” “Come closer, Mommy.” I slid my chair closer to his. “Touch me, Mommy.” I touched his sticky little rice covered hand. “I just want to talk to you for a minute,” he said. Precious little boy.
And to think, I almost went to eat my dinner in front of the television.
Everyone had eaten dinner except for me, and Wyatt and Emmett were finishing. Wyatt asked me for something and I replied “No Wyatt, I am sitting down to eat dinner. I will get that for you later.” Emmett: “Then I am going to sit with you and talk to you while you eat.” Wyatt: “I want to sit ‘side you, too.” So I pulled both of their chairs up on either side of me and they chatted while I ate. Emmett finished and left. Wyatt looks at me and says, “You’re not sitting ‘side me, Mommy.” “Of course I am!” “Come closer, Mommy.” I slid my chair closer to his. “Touch me, Mommy.” I touched his sticky little rice covered hand. “I just want to talk to you for a minute,” he said. Precious little boy.
And to think, I almost went to eat my dinner in front of the television.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
True Love and Superheros
Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.
Ps 127:-5 (NAS)
As a "mom of many," I admit, I do not understand those that choose to not have children. I say this because I am almost 42 years old and I have 7 great accomplishments. None of them were achieved without the power of God and I can take little true credit for any of them. While a few of them are discovering that I actually do not know everything (say is isn't so!), I still have a couple that think the world revolves around everything that mom says and does. Wyatt & Sam both adore me. I'm not bragging on that; it's just a fact. I didn't do anything to deserve it, it is just because I am their mommy. If I would hold Sam all day(and feed as needed), he would never even whimper. I haven't tried this experiment, but I am almost sure it would prove out. When I sit down to feed him, sometimes he is so happy to see me that he can't eat for smiling. Of course, he does smile...a lot...at everyone, but there are smiles that he saves just for me. He strokes my face when he eats. It can be annoying, but I remember that no other babies will stroke my face like this ever again when he ceases to do it. These actions say "Mommy, I love you. You are the greatest person in the whole world." Who wouldn't want someone to think that about them, even if it was only for a little while? Wyatt is 3, and no, he does not stroke my face while he's eating. With the mess he makes, it is certainly not something I wish for! What Wyatt does do, however, is really need me. He doesn't need me to dress him, feed him or play with him. His siblings can take care of anything he cannot do for himself. What he does need, is to just be with me. Just to BE. If he doesn't get time with me to just sit, or talk, or rest, he actually goes sour. Like milk sitting out, or fruit rotting! He just turns into this beastly little child that we do not like! If he has time with me, though, he can be amiable throughout the day, charming, funny, delightful. How cool is it to BE some one's happy pill? That is why I do not understand how anyone could choose not to have even one child. It's the only time that you are ever viewed as unconditionally beautiful (even with a cold and no makeup), brilliant (because you know absolutely EVERYTHING!), and you are, most definitely, a superhero. Isn't that just amazing? So Moms, enjoy the moments of dependent babies, inquisitive toddlers, and little sleep. All too soon, your superhero status will fade as they discover your true identity when they turn into...TEENAGERS.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Almost...
Life moves at a furious pace, and this spring has been no exception. While adjusting to life with a new baby, the other kids activities have continued. May brings such a relief of such enjoyable activities! Baseball is over (with a City Championship win!), ballet is over (with a beautiful recital, including Bradlee's debut on pointe!), riding is ending on Saturday (with Mary riding with the Drill Team!) and Whitney's voice recital was last week. There's more but it makes me tired to even type it!
We kick off our summer with a camping trip next week. Increasing our fun will be the addition of my nephews arriving on Saturday for a few weeks.
Life remains joyful in the midst of our busyness. We are thankful for work, thankful for family, and looking forward to what will be, quite possibly, the most fun summer of our lives!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Party of NINE!
Whew! Life moves at a furious pace, but we are blessed to have a most welcome addition to our family in SAM. He is beautiful, much loved, and so sweet. Of course, I would post more, but I am busy trying to finish a project for Ben's work, do preschool with Emmett, and hold Sam. All at the same time. So I will be back another time to tell you more about our crazy life, but for now, update your blog list to include our new name! robertspartyof9.blogspot.com!
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