2 years ago today after a long day of labor, I was finally given news that I’d have to be rolled off for a C-Section. I thought I was about to die. After 4 tries of them trying to get me numb the 5th time finally worked. You were born at 11:55PM. I don’t remember much of that time since I was given medication to calm me down since I was totally panicking on the table. All that to say you were born into a room of severe anxiety and I’m wondering if that has set the tone for you life. Let’s hope not.
The moment you came into this world was the moment God reminded me with his Grace that miracles still do happen. I still can’t believe He gave me you.
Izzie – Happy Birthday. You have brought so much joy and fun into our family. You are setting a stage for life right now. Discovering your independence and voice. I’m so thankful for you. You make our life so much richer. You’ve officially hit the terrible two’s. They are not so terrible but it’s fun seeing you embark on them. I think this picture tells it all. Tell you to smile and watch out world… you’ve got your own look to give. We are looking forward to celebrating your b-day this weekend with you. We love you Izzie!
Last night I was tucking Emma into bed. Doing our normal snuggle time before the lights get turned out. All of a sudden she says to me… “Mom it’s no fair!” And I asked her “what is no fair?” She says “it’s no fair that I don’t live in Haiti.” And I asked her “why is it not fair that you don’t live in Haiti?” She said, “They have bunk beds there and a trampoline.”
That was sure out of the blue. Both our girls are very familiar right now about Frankie and where he lives etc.. And at the Maranatha Children’s Home where Frankie is they have rooms of bunk beds and outside in the courtyard is a trampoline for the kids to play on. She see’s those pictures and wants to live there.
Being the smart and wise mom that I am, ha! I fully took the opportunity to grab Dave’s laptop and spend time with Emma talking about the devastation that hit Haiti this past month. I took her to the Real Hope for Haiti site and walked her through the pictures of people in need of water, getting water, damages to the houses there etc. She just sat there and then said, “momma, that is so sad.”
I love these moments with our children. Moments to teach them that the life that we live here in good old Reidville, SC is not the life that other people have the opportunity of living. I hope and pray my children will always be aware of the blessings in life and also the realities of life. This was just one of those moments with Emma that I hope got her mind thinking a bit. After looking at pictures of Frankie before we shut down the computer, we then went on to pray for Haiti and the people there who are in much need of hope and help after the massive rain that has hit them.
I turned out the light and left the room. My heart heavy. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about life and the balance of it. To be honest… ever since coming back from Haiti in May I am in constant internal struggle of what is real, what is important, what matters, what am I doing with my life, etc. Each day I enjoy the presence of my girls and my family through laughs, play, squeals and I am well aware that there is a little boy in Haiti who does not even know us and he just finished a day as well that I was not a part of. And that is ok, that is this process but it’s so weird to me. I also think about the ministry struggles of ministering to a generation here in the USA and then I try and grasp the ministry experience that people like Lori and Licia are doing in Haiti. I often wonder if I am doing enough with my days, is there something more I can do to help out in this world etc. I’ll be honest… I’m at a moment/season in my journey where life is taking me at all angles and at the end of the day I really can’t process all that my heart and mind are experiencing…..
Am I the only one who daily struggles with stuff like this? I have to think that I am not alone. The hope is that I know that I am not alone.
Izzie, well she had quite the day as well. I’m in the kitchen with the girls finishing some cookies we were making and in walks Izzie looking like this…
Way too much going on in our world. Dave just got home yesterday from camp #9 and he is officially done with summer camp. Thank you Lord! This past week I was in total survival mode. Hopefully we’ll be posting lots of “new” news soon. But till then just to give you an idea as to life in our home with dad gone…..
I was rushing my morning shower hoping the girls would “be nice” for a few seconds. When I got out I thought things were way too quiet. When I left the girls… they were sitting and watching some cartoons. When I went back to check on them…. Here is what I found… mind you it’s 8AM in the morning…..
Emma somehow managed to get Izzie in her high chair and hand her one of my chocolate WW treats. Just had to take the picture and end my long strike of no blogging.
This summer with Dave gone, I’ve been having extra time to have Izzie’s friends come and play. In the year of 2006, all four of the wayfarer wives at the time had children and each of them was a girl. It’s been fun watching them crawl, walk, and run. I think us moms are in trouble when they get older! Big trouble!
Camp here in Daytona is off to a good start. I’ve been able to attend both nights of worship so far. It’s good to be able to sit and support Dave. He works so hard and I’m not kidding when I say he puts all his time and energy into every time he is given a platform to communicate. I respect him so much for what he does and the preparation he puts into things. It’s just good to be physically in the room with him this week. It’s good to be a part of the journey that the camp is on. It’s the only time I’ll be heading to camp with Dave this summer. Well I take that back. I may attempt a few days in Talladega, AL sometime in July. Still too early to tell. It’s just hard with Izzie and being on the road. She’s wonderful but she’s also an 18month old in a hotel room with 5 other people and playing in the pool and beach which she is not all that accustomed to. My mom is here with us so I have absolutely no room to complain about managing things. Nana has been a HUGE help and I think she is…well I know she is loving being here at the beach.
So the other night I had just picked up the house and was finishing a phone conversation with my mom when I walked into our living room and saw this.
I thought… “Did someone just come in and drop off some clothes for Dave? ” Then I looked around the corner to our room and saw Izzie with a grin. Apparently she has figured out how to open Dave’s dresser because his bottom shelf was empty! It made me laugh!