Saturday, February 12, 2011

Blogging: mundane or inspired?



Do you have a blog? 

If so, is it just as hard for you to come up with things to blog about as it is for me?

Goodness, some days (most?) I feel like I have positively nothing to say.

Maybe that's when I'm trying too hard.  I don't know.  I have to admit that when it comes to other peoples' blogs, I often prefer the mundane, random-ish posts to the more planned-out ones.

Sometimes it seems I have nothing to share.  I don't craft, my home is nothing special, and I don't like controversy enough to post my assorted opinions.  (Goodness knows I have them!)

And who is my audience, anyway?  What is my blogosphere niche?  My blog has grown considerably in the last year or so and I'd like to continue growing it.  I admittedly love blogging.  There.  I said it.

But NOT because I have grand things to say, but because it's such a wonderful way to connect, and I DO want to be available as a resource to people.  I love when I get emails asking me about:

adoption
medical needs adoption
Down syndrome
openness to life
life with a slew of kids
thrifting
historic Christianity

So maybe that's my random niche.  :)  I don't know.  But I love that we're connecting and dialoguing about important--and even some fun--stuff.

I used to see myself as an adoption blogger.

In other words, that was the main thing I'd try to blog about.

I even reflected on this somewhat recently.

But I've come to see things as much broader than that.

A huge part of my heart, to be sure, but NOT necessarily the main thing I choose to focus on.

Now don't get me wrong, I want people to adopt waiting children.  Desperately.

But the choice to pursue the adoption of a child with medical needs, or developmental delays, or who is older, does not happen in a vacuum.

No, it is the result of a complex worldview, and of hope, and of the meeting of various desires and convictions.

It's so much more dynamic and, well, living than that.

What better way to reflect the entire process than open up my life to you?

Not to mention, I want you to know me just because, and our adoption (or the receiving of the gift of any of our children), cannot be understood out of context.

So those are my ramblings for today.  All of this to say that I'm going to try and do a better job of being inspired by the simple things around me, and do more sharing about the mundane, and maybe giving little glimpses into my fun thrift store finds.  :)

And for starters, how about this:  last Sunday I was at the thrift store, and found the game Seinfeld Scene It, in mint condition, for $2.99.  Oh happy day!  I came home SO excited.  Kevin and I have already played it several times.  We are both too good for it (yes I'm bragging, because it's not too much of a challenge, being that apparently we're Seinfeld scholars), but it's FUN.  And if you live in the Denver area, you are hereby cordially invited to come over some time and lose--er, I mean, play.  :)


Friday, February 11, 2011

7 Quick Takes Friday {#21}



1.)  We are still a house full of sickies.  Ugh.  Yesterday all three of my biggest kids were too sick to go to school...which meant they missed out on exchanging valentines.  SO SAD!  Thankfully though, with five children, we always have a quorum for a party, so they seemed satisfied with us having our own Valentine's Day party here on February 14th.  Whew!


2.)  Yesterday was of course also Anna's birthday.  We made cupcakes (even though she said she felt too sick to eat one!), and otherwise just lounged around trying to get well.  No doubt the highlight of her day was opening gifts from grandparents after "dinner" (all the invalids wanted was a partial tortilla.  I'm not complaining!)  Lots of clothes, books, and a Calico Critter house.  The best part of MY day was surely Anna being so excited any time someone around here wished her a happy birthday (which, in our family, is OFTEN), and then telling her birth story that evening and looking at photos of when she was born.  I was young and my face was swollen and red but I was blissfully in love.  (And if I wasn't so terribly lazy, I'd scan the photo and show you.  Maybe someday.)


3.)  I'm currently reading a library book that smells oh-so-strongly of cigarrette smoke.  Good thing I'm almost finished with it--I've always been really sensitive to second-hand smoke, it makes my eyes itch, etc.  But I'm devoted and committed to sticking with it.  So, smoke be darned, my task-orientedness is winning out.  (Extra ironic that it is an interview with the Pope.  I find this amusing.)


4.)  For dinner last night I had some Lucky Charms.  I NEVER, ever eat junky cereals.  Kevin buys them for himself.  The kids don't eat them either.  BUT, I wasn't feeling well, so Lucky Charms it was.  And it was such a fun treat!  Not bad when you're sick.


5.)  I'm getting my annual calls from the Cal Poly Psychology Department this week.  (Read about last year's call here.)  Every year now some girl from the department calls, most likely on her fifth Red Bull of the night, asking me questions about my university experience, inevitably leading up to begging me for money.  (Yes, begging.  It always culminates in begging.)  I love when it comes out that I didn't actually graduate, that my time at Cal Poly was not the very best part of my whole entire life (though I had a good time), and that I'm not using my degree-I-don't-have because I'm...gasp...an at-home-mom.  It's HILARIOUS because they don't have a great script for someone like me.  Don't get me wrong, I'm polite and all that, but NO one could match the enthusiasm of these people, and it's downright awkward when they PRETEND that it's cool that I'm "just" a mom.  AND, notice that at the beginning of this paragraph I said "calls"--yes, I'm getting multiple calls, one a night, because I'm sick and just not up to answering the questions.  So I hang up.  Kevin thinks this is incredibly rude.  But I used to be a telemarketer, and to be honest, I preferred a hang-up to having to awkwardly find a way out of a conversation.  You just go on to the next call.  When I'm feeling better, I'll answer the person's questions.  I'm rather looking forward to it!


6.)  We've had some snow lately.  A bit of a storm, in fact, with the wind whistling and the snow blowing.  I love it!  I'm looking forward to Spring and Summer, but I'm NOT one of those people jealous of 70 degree February days in Florida or California.  I LOVE seasons.  I love how hot summers make you long for cozy winters, and vice-versa.  I'd never want to go back to living in a super mild climate.


7.) My kids are definitely on the mend--the VOLUME in this house this morning is the loudest it's been in days.  It's hilarious.  So glad they're starting to feel better, but I have to admit I enjoyed the quiet too!



***Do your Quicktakes.  Link to Conversion Diary.  Have a happy Friday.  :)














Thursday, February 10, 2011

Seven


My oldest is SEVEN today.  Seven.

Which means that seven years ago today our lives were changed for good.

In the best.possible.way.

We fell head over heels in love with this girl from the moment we knew she existed: June 22, 2003. 

See, it happened to be our one-year wedding anniversary when we learned she was on the way.

Incidentally, the best anniversary EVER.  Hands-down.

My first-born was a great, undeserved, profound gift from God. 

She has been a delight from day one. 

She taught me how to be a mom.  (I was only 22 when she was born!)

She laughs really hard and gives fantastic hugs. 

She is a fabulous older sister with a great capacity for compassion. 

She loves Jesus and wants to follow Him. 

Anna Elisabeth is a joy.

And a total goofball.  In case you didn't know.  :)

So, a Happy Birthday to my beautiful seven year old, Anna Beth!  I love you, sweet girl!






Wednesday, February 09, 2011

First steps!




I'm so excited to share that a week and a half ago, little miss Mary Lu took her VERY FIRST STEPS!  Woohoo! 

It was so, so special because dear friends were over (two wonderful couples we are blessed to know).  And the 7-year-old son of one of our friends set Mary down, on her feet, and told her to walk, while my other friend (pictured above with Mary) held out her arms.  And, well, Mary walked!  SO exciting!

Mary is still so small for her age, and even though she meets all her milestones, she seems to meet them a little later than expected.  (Except for crawling, which she did incredibly early.  So weird.)  She is just wanting to soak up being a baby, I think--and that is probably not surprising considering the way she is constantly doted on by her older siblings.  :)  Anyway, it made those first solo steps that much more special I think!    

So proud of my little Mary Lu Lu!

Friday, February 04, 2011

7 Quick Takes Friday {#20}




1.)  My sister-in-law has been visiting from California, thus the lack of blogging due to the fun we are having.  I'd hoped to take her out to do some things around Denver, but due to the yucky, freezing cold weather and snow, we've mostly been hanging out around here.  Playing cards, acting as referees to my many small, tired, overstimulated children, and eating frosted animal cookies. 

2.)  Yesterday it took us nearly TWO HOURS to make it home from picking up the kids from school.  Yes, what is normally a 35 minute trip amounted to almost 120 minutes.  Ouch.  All on account of the weather, I suppose, though there is no reason the traffic should have been that bad.  There WAS a bit of entertainment along the way, however, when a semi-truck driver holding up an extremely profane, sleazy sign began honking at my afore-mentioned sister-in-law (sitting in the passenger seat.)  Sheesh!

3.)  Tonight we're going out for Ethiopian food.  SO excited.  Yum!

4.)  Doesn't Target have the sweetest Valentines Day decor???  Oh my goodness.  So, so, so fun.  I am loving Target these days.

5.)  I have all these ideas about getting on a schedule--getting up at a certain time, getting ready for the day, etc.--but it is SO hard to be motivated enough to implement it!  I think I'd enjoy it, but I can't imagine voluntarily rolling out of bed before 7:30.  No, I am not a morning person. 

6.)  My daughters like wearing dresses and skirts.  No matter the weather.  Thank goodness for warm knit tights!

7.)  I scored a 6-light brass chandelier on Craigslist last weekend for only $12!!!  Woohoo!  Now if the weather would just get warm enough so I could spray paint the heck out of it!

***

Do your quick takes.  Link to Conversion Diary.  And have a great weekend!





Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Conference re-cap

Well friends I did indeed survive the conference last Saturday.  :)

Not only survived, but enjoyed.

I came away refreshed, encouraged, inspired and challenged.



It was so fun listening to, and meeting, Kimberly Hahn.  I have enjoyed her books, and her husband's books, for the past couple of years.  (Scott Hahn is a formerly-Protestant-but-now-Catholic-apologist.  Kimberly Hahn is a formerly-Protestant-but-now-Catholic author and speaker.  You can read about their reconciliation to the Catholic Church in Rome Sweet Home.)  We are regularly saying, "I read such-and-such in Scott Hahn's book".  SO, it was pretty neat meeting Kimberly in person, and she was so nice and gracious in spite of my blathering on about how I appreciated her book and how she and her husband have been helpful to us on our spiritual journey, yadda, yadda, yadda.  She even was willing to take a picture with me.  (Don't mind the ladder in the background--I assure you we weren't doing home repairs!)

I also really enjoyed the session led by a local priest.  His talk was excellent.  All about Jesus entering into our mess.

And I'd never actually heard the "Hail Mary" recited before.  It was said several times over the course of the day.  And it was beautiful.

In spite of my social anxiety fears :) , I was incredibly blessed by some wonderful, friendly women.  A huge THANK YOU to Cynthia, a sweet blog reader here(!), who went out of her way to connect me with her friend Marie who was attending the conference.  I'd no sooner gotten my coffee and muffin and was wandering around (awkwardly, I am sure) looking for a seat when I heard someone, Marie, calling my name!  She and her sweet friends squeezed me in at their table and spent the day with me.  They made me feel so welcome.

AND I met someone that, along with her husband, we are planning to have dinner with soon.

All in all, an incredibly encouraging day.  To be surrounded by so many women who are completely and utterly devoted to their vocation as wives and moms, to hear practical wisdom from Godly people, and to see the sheer number of sweet babies and pregnant women, it was really quite wonderful.  I'm sure I'll share some of the things I took away soon.  I feel a little like I'm still processing it all!

(My enjoyment of said conference may or may not have been enhanced by the fact that I arrived home at the end of the day to a completely vacuumed house, happy, clean kids, and a pristine backyard.  Best.husband.ever.  He's so good to me!)



Monday, January 31, 2011

Gifts and frustration (or, another Ethiopian adoption update)

I really hate for my blog to be a downer.

Truly.

But I need to share our most recent adoption update with you all, and it's not the happiest of news.

And really, who wants a blog filled with unicorns and rainbows where nothing ever goes wrong?

Life just doesn't work that way.  (Well, mine doesn't at least!)

So in case you needed further proof of that, last Friday an email came in from our adoption agency.

"This must be our court date!" I though excitedly. 

Even though something in me was guarded.  Because I know.  I know that nothing is ever simple when it comes to these children who so desperately need homes.  I know that things in Ethiopia are heating up right now, that the US Embassy is launching investigations and taking agencies and families to task in the name of promoting ethical adoptions.  As an adoptive parent and someone who wants to be a good citizen, I understand the reasoning behind all of this.  I truly, truly do.  If you know me then you know ethical adoption is something I'm passionate about. 

Guarded as I was, my heart literally fell when I opened the email to find that our case has been pulled from court...because of a document the embassy is requiring now...that they WEREN'T requiring years (or weeks) ago, when our little one came into care.  It doesn't matter that we were about to get our court date, or that these girls have been waiting seemingly forever for a family.  Our case is stuck until the original orphanage where they lived (not affiliated with our agency) can produce this particular document.

Sigh.

The hardest part I think is just the big, huge unknown.  In my head I know that this paperwork should come through and that it will most likely be resolved.  But, there are no guarantees.  And of course it's out of our hands.

So we're back to waiting, and praying that these girls can come home sooner rather than later. 

Of course, amidst the sadness of this setback, we receieved three beautiful gifts, right when God knew we needed them.

First, a sweet friend emailed me some video she took of M., 4 years old, blowing kisses and waving to us.  SO precious.  We get to hear her sweet voice on the video, and see her sweet smile.  We've watched it countless times already.

AND, someone I haven't met (who happens to be a pediatric physical therapist!), emailed me all about M., because she met her a few months ago.  SUCH positive, wonderful things to hear.  M. is doing well, is being given every opportunity at our agency's transition home, is mainstreamed with the other children and is kicking the soccer ball, walking, everything.  Priceless.

And finally, I receievd an update from our agency saying that T., 20ish months, is crawling now!  (AND sitting on the potty--if this is true, she will be our earliest potty trained kid.)  Woohoo!  Go T.!

It's funny, but I really am not sad about missing these milestones. 

And why is that, you ask? 

See these girls are developing, growing, and living in spite of their difficult circumstances.  They have been living in an orphanage.  With Down syndrome.  So to be honest, I am REJOICING that they are receiving good and loving care, and that they are learning to do all sorts of things in this environment.  It's just my mama's pride.  I'm not there to see it all happening, and oh how I wish I was, but bottom line, I'm just so dang proud of our girls!!!!!

So that's the latest update.  Sad, INCREDIBLY frustrating news in terms of the adoption, but wonderful news about the girls.  They are growing, learning, thriving, and we can still love them from here.  Someday we'll bring them home, and this will all be a distant memory.  In the meantime, we'll be here waiting, and dreaming, and clicking "replay" on Youtube. 



Friday, January 28, 2011

7 Quick Takes Friday {#19}



1.)  There are a few books I'm dying to read, but the normally-wonderful Denver Public Library system has temporarily stopped doing holds (!) because they're figuring out their new system or something...hurry up DPL!  (We only have a week or so left I think.  Thank goodness!)  Oh and in case you were wondering which books I'm interested in reading, they are: anything by Francis Beckwith (Return to Rome, Politics for Christians, and Defending Life are but a few); Light of the World, essentially an interview with Pope Benedict XVI; Unplanned by Abby Johnson; and Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts: Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are.  So, Denver Public Library, please get back on track soon.  Time's a wastin'!  (Just on the off-chance that a publisher or author of any of the afore-mentioned books is reading this, please feel free to send me a free copy to review here.  I'll say something good about your book.  Promise.)


2.)  I've been trying to get some things organized around here.  I LOVE having a system for everything, and I find it a bit essential with five children.  But it's hard to set up said systems, and even HARDER to KEEP them up.  But yesterday while the big kids were at their homeschool program, I was able to tackle our game shelf, and then last night I did our hall closet.  (These may sound like baby steps, but I feel a HUGE sense of accomplishment, and as if a weight has been lifted off.)  I'm hoping to do some more today, too.  My kitchen cupboards could use an overhaul, the storage area of our basement is completely disastrous, and the bathroom drawers need to be gone through too.  Mary's closet is in desperate need of attention.  And of course our garage is a giant mess.  No shortage of things to do, that's for sure!  But the payoff is SO worth it!


3.)  This weekend and next week are going to be insanely fun and busy.  Eek!  I have something all day tomorrow, we have a friend's 40th birthday party tomorrow night, Sunday afternoon some dear friends are coming over, and Tuesday my sister-in-law is coming to stay.  Lots of good things, but my mind is swimming.  And I need to go grocery shopping.  Bad.


4.)  My all-day thing tomorrow is a local conference.  The main speaker is an author I've read, Kimberly Hahn.  She wrote a great book on homeschooling, and before that wrote some things about marriage and children that helped us process our thoughts once-upon-a-time.  (As in, two years ago or so.  But it FEELS like it was once-upon-a-time.)  We've also read various books by her husband Scott Hahn.  (He won't be there though.  Bummer, because he gets SO fired up about things and I think he'd be interesting to listen to/see.)  ANYway, I'm looking forward to seeing Kimberly and hearing what she has to say.


5.)  So here's the deal about said conference: I'm going alone.  As in, by myself.  As in, I won't know a soul there, except for Kimberly Hahn, but we've never actually met and something tells me she won't want to hang out with me all day.  (Kimberly, if you're reading this, PLEASE be my friend!)  I have NO clue how this is going to turn out.  It could be totally awkward (think me wandering around aimlessly at lunchtime, eventually settling at an empty table where I proceed to eat, while avoiding any sort of eye contact with all of the socially comfortable people eating and talking together at the other tables).  OR it could be (and this is what I'm hoping for) totally fabulous.  I could meet other moms, possibly moms to many, who are on the same journey as me.  And who are friendly.  That would be nice.


6.)  Part of me (yes, I'm still prattling on about the conference) is actually really excited to get out for a day alone, sans kids, to go listen and learn and reflect and maybe meet some new people.  The other part of me is shaking in my proverbial boots.  Let's hope I make it out the door.  Without puking.


7.)  I'm STILL trying to get my act together in the meal planning department.  Why is this so overwhelming for me?  Don't get me wrong, I cook meals for our family,  but I just can't seem to sit down and PLAN.  But I should.  Maybe someday?  Is there any sort of tool (online, or that you can buy) that is helpful for you?


****Do your own 7 Quick Takes, and link to Conversion Diary!





Thursday, January 27, 2011

Outed (or, in which you get to read my diary)

Enough heavy stuff about kids and life and all that jazz.

It's time for some celebrity gossip.

Wait, huh?

I hate celebrity gossip!

But I'm making an exception.

Because I used to love me some NKOTB.

(That's New Kids on the Block, in case you didn't know (!) )

And I also used to love me some Tiffany.

And I just saw a headline saying she outed Jonathan Knight from NKOTB the other day.

So I HAD to read the article.

Um, awkward!

But fun to read.

And not because I care.

But because it took me back to the late eighties/early nineties.  When I'd go to my friends' house and we three would sit around listening to cassette tapes, painting our toenails and drinking homemade chocolate milkshakes to the sounds of "I Think We're Alone Now" and "Hangin' Tough."  Good times.  Who'dve thunk that Tiffany and Jonathan were dating and that years later she'd be the first to reveal that he's gay?  Ouch!

Poor Jonathan.  Outed after all these years by Tiffany.


You can't say I didn't see it coming though.



Look what I wrote in my diary sometime back in 1990!  (Yes, I still have my old diary.  Just ignore the top line, where I muse about how one of my friends was nicer than one of my other friends, thus she must have been "raised better", and the bottom line, where I reflect that a kid in my class named Breeze was also nice.  Oh, to be nine years old again!)

So you see, I KNEW one of the New Kids was gay.  Even back then.  In the third grade.  Granted, I had the wrong one (sorry Mr. Wahlberg), but still. 

Don't worry.  I'm sure tomorrow I'll be back to posting about the Cold War or something equally intellectually stimulating.

But today it's all about the New Kids on the Block. 

And it's okay, you can admit it:  you're super excited that I let you read my diary. 

Feel free to send me your copy of "Tiger Beat" as a thank you.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Here

Sometimes it is seriously hard to come up with something to write about.

Maybe blogging is a good discipline, because it forces you to regularly reflect and put forth thoughts, even when it doesn't come naturally.

OR it's just a really maddening exercise in narcissism and futility.  :)

All of the above, perhaps?

Anyway.

New Year's Eve 2010 marked two years since we lost our (second) baby.  So I've been reflecting a bit on that in recent weeks, and on the miracle of Mary Lu, conceived two weeks after that miscarriage.  It feels extra miraculous because after my first miscarriage in 2004, we did not get pregnant again for a really long time.  Secondary infertility I suppose--although nothing was physically wrong, and I believe God is ultimately in control of these things, so I don't really feel like that is an accurate term.

Then the annual March for Life was a few days ago, coinciding with the 38th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, so I've been reading articles about that.  Some really good, encouraging stuff.

As the result of all of this reflection that I am oh-so-prone-to, this week as I've been putting Mary down for bed at night or for a nap, after telling her I love her, I've also spoken the words "I'm so glad you're here."

And I mean it.  I really am glad she's here.  The same goes for all of my children.  I look at them and think about how positively miraculous and astounding it is that God created each and every one of them.

Each child a miracle.  Each child's story a tale of God's goodness and mercy.

I think about Anna, our first-born, about how we left behind our felt-need and desire to put off having children and made the decision to trust God.  (Initially motivated by the pill making me a crazed lunatic, of course.  Which was awful, but in a sense I suppose I should thank God that it ended up not being a viable option for me.  Who knows how I would have attempted to rationalize its use, even knowing how it purports to work?)  Who, because He is gracious and has better plans than ours, decided to give us this gift of a child.  Who I can't imagine life without.

Then I think about the baby we lost when Anna was eight months old.  So incredibly sad.  And yet this baby taught us so much, this baby who we have yet to meet.  We learned a bit about life and about love, somehow, through this little one's death.  Does that sound strange?  Morbid?  Maybe.  But it's true.  If given the chance I would obviously choose for my baby to have lived past six weeks, without a doubt (!), but somehow there is redemption in the way things turned out.

I think about Yosef and Biniam, our sons who are adopted.  I think about what their early life was like, and about how we have been given the amazing gift of raising them as our children.  They ARE our children.  Not born to me, no, they were born to someone else.  But somehow through the hopelessness that marked their situation, God has provided them a family, and us two, precious sons.  None of us really know life any other way.  Hard to fathom what our family would be like without the energy and love our boys bring to it each and every day.  Truly a miracle.

Then there's Kaitlyn...and her story is so precious to me, because four months after our sweet boys came home, we found out she was on the way.  I remember feeling incredibly blessed, to the point where it all seemed too much to take in.  Twin sons just home...the gift of a new baby after the loss of a miscarriage and the wondering if we'd ever have a baby again.  Such profound healing.  And she continues to be a huge spot of joy in our lives, no matter the circumstances. 

And now Mary, the miracle I will never fully understand, because yet again I long to parent the baby I miscarried two years ago...but if I had, Mary wouldn't be here.  We'd scarcely begun grieving that loss when the two lines appeared on the pregnancy test.  God was giving us another little one.  So we rejoiced, amidst the grief.  We continued to grieve, even though we also delighted in this new life from the Lord.  I look at her now and am just profoundly thankful, and in utter and complete awe of God's mercy.

So yes, I am so glad that she, and the rest of my children, are here.

And I am praising God for life today.







Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Ethiopian Christmas



A few weeks ago our family had the joy of attending an Ethiopian Christmas celebration hosted by a local Ethiopian church.  That's Kaitlyn, after her hair was braided, with one of the church members.




I cannot begin to describe how precious, touching, and amazing this event was.  The church is wanting to reach out to adoptive families with Ethiopian kiddos, to bridge that gap.  We were so humbled by the fabulous day they planned for all of us.



There were lots of games, there was hair braiding, there was an INCREDIBLE feast of Ethiopian food cooked right on site, plus the traditional coffee ceremony, and many kind words and smiles.  I have no words to describe the dear hearts of these precious and generous people.



Our kids of course had a blast.  We hadn't had Ethiopian food in way too long and they (and we!) ate a TON.  Especially Mary Lu, who was literally gobbling it up.  They loved the games, and our girls LOVED having their hair braided.



Part of our motivation in moving to Denver was to be in a place with a sizable Ethiopian population.  I want my sons' birth culture to be an accessible, normalized part of their lives, not something we have to bend over backwards to include to the point where it never feels comfortable.  (Note that the plates are all cleared away, but Mary STILL appears to be eating.  Ha!)



And oh how we have been blessed beyond any of our expectations.  Incredibly, our boys have SIX Ethiopian children (including them) in their Kindergarten class (!), Ethiopian food is a regular part of our diet, and we are blessed to be hopefully making some friends in the Ethiopian community.  Not to mention the many friends our kids have who have also been adopted from Ethiopia.  So yes, it is seeming quite normal, and natural, and I love it. 



The church said they are wanting to make this an annual tradition.  We will definitely be there, and I look forward to building some relationships in the years to come!


***There appear to be, uh, NO photos of Yosef from this event.  Sad!  You can, however, see a small glimpse of him in the photo of the kids playing the Ethiopian version of Duck, Duck, Goose.  He has on a grey sweatshirt.  And next year I'll make sure to do a better job of photographing my Ethiopian kids at the Ethiopian party.  Total mom-fail!



Monday, January 24, 2011

I want people to know

One of the sweetest parts of the adoption process is sending your child-to-be a care package.  I love that our agency does this.  They give you a list of what to send them, and then they deliver it to your child.

But not before your five kids pose excitedly with the bags before setting off to the post office.  (No Biniam does NOT have a long braid in his hair--that's one of those thingies that keeps your glasses from falling down.  Just wanted to clarify.)

We had so much fun putting together packages for M. and T., our two little girls we're adopting from Ethiopia. 

Part of the thought behind this is so the girls can start anticipating joining our family, so they can see photos of us and their new home, and so they can enjoy some fun gifts.  This is often when the child finds out that they have a family.

The other piece of this is, of course, that the other children and caregivers see that this child has a family adopting them.  It is a joyful thing and a time for celebration when a child receives this package.

Orphanages and transition homes are a bit of a revolving door--adoptive families in and out on court trips, volunteer groups coming in to work on projects.  Thus, many people have met M. and T.  Many families have seen them and held them.  And so I've often wondered what people think when they see our girls...do they realize they have Down syndrome, and then pity them?  Do they assume they don't have a family, and feel badly, because surely it must be hard to find a family for a waiting child with Down syndrome?  (It's also highly possible that they assume they DO have a family, because they are so darn cute.  :)  In all seriousness, I don't know.  Maybe people DON'T feel bad, or think about it at all.  I know my heart hurt so much for the children without families when we brought our sons home.)

This is part of why I was so.very.excited. to send off those packages.  Because I want people to know that these girls have a family.  That these girls, each born with an extra chromosome, have someone coming for them. 

That T., who lives with the rest of the babies who are adopted so very quickly, is being adopted too.  That she has lots of soon-to-be-siblings, including an older sister who's planning to put her pjs on her every night.  And soon-to-be-parents who are getting SO anxious to get her and her soon-to-be-sister home. 


And a mom who may or may not be nesting like crazy just thinking about it, and consequently bought her and Mary sweet matching crib sets. 

And our M. is finally getting closer to going home too.  The child who our agency thought could never be placed due to unresolved paperwork issues, is getting a mom and a dad.  And a bunch of thrilled siblings.  This girl who has struggled so hard to learn to walk  and to meet her milestones in a country with limited resources for people like her, will be joining this family before too terribly long. 


Whose soon-to-be-mama just bought her an adorable bedding set with the sweetest owls on it.

Yes.  I want people to know.

So we sent our bags, which consisted of the following items:

etsy shirts with the girls' respective initials sewn on them
1 toy each
labeled photo albums of their new family (us!)
blankets sewn by sweet friend
disposable cameras

The blanket is something I have to tell you about.  A very sweet friend told me she wanted to sew a blanket for each of our girls, but each blanket would be in two halves--one was for us to send to the girls, the other was to remain here.  So they'd have something familiar to transition home to, and if their half is still there when we travel, we can bring it home and sew the blanket back together.

Just thinking about this friend's heart and the loving care she went to, to sew these blankets for two little girls on the other side of the world, pretty much brings me to tears.  I like looking at our halves and thinking about how our girls will be snuggling with THEIR halves. 

And I like thinking about how our girls will be flipping through their albums.  Wearing their pretty, Mommy-couldn't-resist-and-splurged-a-little-bit-on-etsy shirts with the hand-sewn, girly pink appliques.

But most of all?  I love thinking about what it all means.  They have a family.  That family is us.  Travelling families will know that M. and T. will soon no longer be waiting.  And they'll know that our family is so crazy blessed because these girls will be our daughters.

Of course the flip-side of all of this is that countless other children ARE still waiting.  And this makes me sad.  Inevitably I will go to my girls' transition home and, mingled with the joy and pride I will surely feel upon meeting them and becoming their mother, I will feel a grave sadness as I look around and see the multitude of children without families yet.  Most of them older, and many with medical needs or developmental delays or unknown diagnoses. 

I can only hope and pray that more and more adopting families will consider by-passing the waitlist to pursue the adoption of a waiting child.

And I will make sure to give our girls an extra tight hug, and thank God that somehow He, in His profoundly life-giving goodness and grace, decided to bring us together.


Saturday, January 22, 2011

January 22


Many people are very, very concerned with the children of India, with the children of Africa where quite a few die of hunger, and so on. Many people are also concerned about all the violence in this great country of the United States. These concerns are very good. But often these same people are not concerned with the millions who are being killed by deliberate decision.....And this is what is the greatest destroyer of peace today - abortion which brings people to such blindness.

And for this I appeal in India and I appeal everywhere - "Let us bring the child back." The child is God's gift to the family. Each child is created in the special image and likeness of God for greater things - to love and to be loved. In this year of the family we must bring the child back to the center of our care and concern. This is the only way that our world can survive because our children are the only hope for the future.

----Mother Teresa


I did not want the anniversary of Roe v. Wade to pass without saying something.  Or, rather, without sharing the words of someone far wiser and much more eloquent than myself.

I won't apologize or give any disclaimers for posting these words.  I won't say "I don't mean to get political, but...", or "I hate to be controversial, but...", because I think we're way too polite about the tragedies taking place in our very own neighborhoods every.single.day.    It's not primarily about politics.  But, it is controversial--we all should be highly uncomfortable about this.

It feels hopeless sometimes, but the millions of children murdered each year do not go unseen.  Nor are they unloved or unwanted.  Because they have a Father who loves beyond measure, whose very heart grieves for each and every precious little one whose life is lost.

A solemn day to be sure, marking 38 years since the passage of Roe v. Wade.  But...there is hope.  Hope in a God who is loving, merciful, and just.  And hope in a church that pursues justice and loves mercy and humbly restores dignity to the least of these.

May we too count ourselves among those who will not be afraid to speak out about abortion and the devastating effect it is having on women, children, and the very fabric of our world.

And while I have always considered myself unapologetically pro-life, I have to tell you that pursuing the adoption of two children with Down syndrome has brought this issue much, much closer to home.  If you don't understand why, all I can say is that over 90% of babies with Down syndrome in our country are aborted.  How God's heart must hurt.  And so I pray that mine continues to hurt, too.

Friday, January 21, 2011

7 Quick Takes Friday {#18}




1.)  I'm not a big caffeine drinker.  I'll have it in soda from time to time, and I do like iced tea, but when it comes to coffee, I'm generally a decaf-kind-of-person.  (Otherwise I get very nervous, anxious and actually shaky.)  ANYway, I do love my morning (decaf) coffee.  Love, love, love.  However, I don't always get the chance to finish it while it's still hot (in between the whole homeschooling and raising five kids thing), so sometimes I have to re-heat it in the microwave.  Which I went to do this morning.  And somehow I dropped the cup...spilling coffee all over the floor.  I nearly CRIED.  Gone was my delightful morning cup of coffee, and now in its place was a huge mess to clean up.  I hate when I do stuff like that!

2.)  This morning at Mass (which happened to be the feast day for St. Agnes--I love the feast days and learning about these amazing men and women of God), Mary Lu found an old animal cracker on the floor.  I of course took it away from her, which resulted in much screaming and crying.  Oops.  I always feel so bad when my kids make noise during Mass, but I comfort myself with the thought that these people are supposed to be open to life, so hopefully they'll forgive my alternating-between-babbling-and-screaming marital bond of love.  :)  (I did take her out when she got loud, FYI.  So I'm not a total jerk.) 

3.)  I think I'm either getting kidney stones, or another UTI, again.  I'm going to see the doctor this afternoon.  No I don't think this is TMI, and yes I apparently feel the need to divulge my urological problems on my blog.  I remember as a kid, some boy at my church had some sort of "gland infection" (?) or something...and people kept referring to it in this vague way, and I remember thinking that was funny.  What if we were all just really open about all of our embarrassing medical problems?  "Hi, how are you?"  "Oh, I'm okay, except for the fact that I have ringworm and an in-grown toenail."  See, wouldn't that be funny?

4.)  I can't find my keys.  Anywhere.  Totally baffling, and completely maddening.  Where ARE they?  I've looked everywhere...except for where they are, of course.  St. Anthony, HELP!

5.)  Kevin and I have been playing an INSANE amount of Parcheesi lately.  We play and play and play.  And it's really fun, because if I'm wearing my cozy fleecy robe, I inevitably bump the little pieces on the board with my big sleeve and mess them up...and Kevin gets SO MAD.  As far as the game goes, I win most of the time, but last night I seriously got my you-know-what kicked.  But there's always tonight!

6.)  We have two different things to go to tomorrow, SO fun!  Brunch with friends in the morning and a housewarming for a friend in the evening.  It's so nice to have some fun weekend plans to look forward to.

7.)  I had a dream last night that we found out our court date to adopt our girls wasn't until September.  Ugh!  SO far away.  AND in the dream I was pregnant.  Let's hope it's not going to take that long to get a court date, and let's also hope that any future biological Heldt child waits a bit before coming into existence.  (Famous last words by people who believe the marital act should always include the ability to work with God to bring forth life, but whatever, I'm just stating my general preference.  :)  )


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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Small talk and community

Big confession here: I don't like small talk.

If you know me in real life, maybe you already knew this, thus it is not a big confession but a re-stating of the obvious.  :)

I'm incredibly introverted, and making small talk is exhausting for me.  I enjoy people, I enjoy relationships, and I enjoy good conversation, but small talk is something else altogether.

At church this past Sunday I really wasn't much in the mood for small talk.  And during the Passing of the Peace portion of the service (which lasts a good ten minutes or so), I didn't really talk to anyone.  I had to stay at our seat and watch Mary Lu anyway, so I wasn't able to make the rounds, but I secretly didn't mind. 

There are all these buzzwords we Christians throw around, words like "community" and "doing life together."  Lately I'm thinking about what that stuff even means.  I've seen how churches try to foster community and relationships.  It seems to work out for a lot of people, but certainly not always.  I have a few friends, for example, no longer attending our church because they just never felt like they were really building community there.  They always felt as if they were a little bit on the outside.  But the thing is, I don't know if ANYone feels like they're on the INside.

I've really given a bit more thought to this since we began attending weekday Mass in November.  The kids and I go once a week.  (Sadly Kevin has to get to work.)  Of course we all attend our Protestant church on Sunday mornings, where we are members.  Thus in order to go to Mass, we go during the week.  And yes I am well aware of the irony of belonging to a reformed Protestant church while also attending Roman Catholic Mass.  I guess we're crazy like that!  :)

Anyway, Mass is a bit different from a Protestant church service.  You go into the church and there's no snack table, no loud music, no chit-chat, no (gasp) hanging out before the service.  The church is quiet, and you go and take your seat.  At first it felt maybe a little stuffy and unnerving, especially with five small kids in tow, but now I'm coming to see it more as contemplative, reflective, and beautiful.  When I'm not hissing at my kids to stop fidgeting with the kneeler, I'm thinking about Jesus, enjoying the beautiful iconic artwork, praying, or looking around the room at the many faithful who regularly show up on a weekday (!) to worship the Lord.  Some of them are elderly, and I think about how they have been faithfully doing this for decades.

The focus is all different too.  The purpose for attending Mass at a particular parish is to receive the Blessed Sacrament (which of course we can't, so we receive a blessing instead) and to worship God through remembering (and in a sense re-enacting) Christ's sacrifice.  Plain and simple.  Even though there isn't a lot of visiting going on before it starts, and even though I don't know any of the other parishioners personally (save for the priest who regularly talks with us), I see the potential for a sense of community there because these believers are of one mind and one heart.  Coming together to humbly receive Jesus.  Like people have been doing from the time of the apostles.  Everyone all connected.  There is something really beautiful and profound about that for me.

And really, ever since we began attending our current (Protestant) church nearly three years ago, which unlike any of the former Evangelical churches I ever attended, observes the sacraments (communion is celebrated every week) and includes a time each week of confession and absolution, I've felt like church is PURPOSEFUL.  Suddenly the focus is off of the sermon (what did we "get out of it" this week?) and off of the socializing (why do I see these people every week but it doesn't really seem as if we're living in community?).  The focus is on Jesus' sacrifice, on receiving Christ. 

So I've had this in the back of my mind for awhile, though it's come into clearer focus since attending Mass, which is even more intentional.
But on the other hand, I've been thinking that Evangelical churches have worked super duper hard at creating spaces where people can build community.  Through small groups, Bible studies, Sunday School classes, coffee time, and various activities, a huge portion of Evangelical energy is devoted to building and nurturing relationships at church.  This is an overall strength somewhat unique to Evangelicalism, I think.  Friendships and companions on the journey are important.  Is it working, though?  ARE people finding authentic, life-giving, soul-nourishing community through these avenues?  And what should that even look like?

Yes and no, I am sure.  My dearest friends did indeed used to be people I attended church with.  Not as much anymore.  And that's fine.  But somewhere along the way I think I've bought into the idea that this is a HUGE component of what church should be.  A lot of churches even SAY that.  (Especially if they don't recognize the sacraments, because if you're not attending for the purpose of receiving Christ in the bread and the wine, you obviously have to go for some other reason.)  But the whole authentic community thing is hard.  And difficult to build in the confines of a Sunday morning.  We are united in our love for Jesus, perhaps, but often that's where it ends.  Everyone has varying ideas about pretty much everything else.

Jennifer at Conversion Diary once wrote about the idea that living in community is distinct from socializing.  You cannot imagine the huge sigh of relief I breathed when I read that!  Because I keep hearing about how we should be living in community with others, but to be honest, what I picture in my mind's eye when I hear that is NOT necessarily something positive.  It sounds draining.  Exhausting.  Contrived.  I am just not an overly social person outside of my immediate family and maybe a couple of friends.  And our small group.  I'm all for loving others and sharing in their lives, joys, and sorrows, and meeting peoples' needs, but I have no desire to live in a commune or spend all of my time with lots of people at crowded parties.

In recent months, I've wondered what Catholic church culture is like, in the sense that they don't seem to push for socialization as much as Protestants do, or at least not in the same ways.  (They do have coffee and donuts, and pancake breakfasts, youth groups etc., but it seems different, at least from the outside looking in.)  I enjoy the socialization aspect of Christianity, and I do think it's important, but I'm beginning to wonder if we're not getting great results, considering how much effort is going into it.  Plus, we're all busy earning a living or raising our children.  And if you can't build meaningful relationships Sunday morning, you have to get involved in a small group, and go to these activities...And, see, this is where you get into the bigger-picture, what is church supposed to be types of questions that I've been mulling over in my mind for the past four years.  :)

Friends are good.  We need relationships.  Don't get me wrong.  Small talk is tricky though, and it really has nothing to do with me, and countless other introverts, needing to get out of our comfort zones.  I'm happy to do that in a real, genuine conversation.  But small talk is different.  And I find myself doing a lot of it on Sunday mornings.  At weekday Mass however, I feel a strange kinship with the parishioners (even though I myself am not currently Catholic.)  When we engage in a brief chat afterwards, I usually find it encouraging--it often involves a kind comment about my gaggle of kids.  And they seem to assume a sort of camaraderie.  Thus I feel some sort of connection to these people, I think because of the unifying nature of their faith and because of the many things I know I have in common with the traditional Catholic.  More on that later, I am sure.

Bottom line, having grown up a Christian, and having now experienced some different types of churches, church community will always fascinate me.  I'm finding that the purpose for going on Sundays (sermon?  Eucharist?  community?) makes a huge difference in the overall experience and perhaps even satisfaction level.  I love the intentionality of the Mass, but I wonder how relationships are built.  I like all the Protestant socializing, but occasionally get tired of the small talk and wonder if we have to rally so hard to build community because we're not building it around a unified belief system and purpose.

So those are some ramblings.  That definitely do not qualify as small talk.   :)


 

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