Tuesday, December 31, 2013
I have been quite inactive on Spark for the last ten days. I'm not sure exactly how to put the time in perspective succinctly, but please bear with me.
On Dec. 20th, we were driving in northern Missouri on our way to St. Louis to visit family including our daughter before flying out to D.C. on Christmas Eve to join our son, daughter-in-law and step grandson (he is thirteen, came into our lives at age 6 when his mom and our son began dating and then married five years ago). My phone beeped indicated a text message. When I brought it up there was a picture of the loveliest baby with the message, "Hi, grandma and grandpa, you should call your son." We knew that Matt and Kell were trying to adopt, but we thought they were still in the process.
It took almost 30 minutes to get to a spot where we had a good enough signal to call. It turns out we were to find out Christmas Eve that a birth mother had chosen them as adoptive parents for a boy to be born January 7th. It turns out everyone was in for a surprise. They got a call from the town where the birth mother is (about 3 hours away) on Thursday that at her latest sonogram it was discovered the baby was a girl and that she was in labor. Our dear granddaughter was born at 6:45 AM on Dec. 20th and they were holding her within a few hours. It is an open adoption and that seems to be a very good thing for everyone involved. There are so many wonderful stories to tell, but mostly I am overwhelmed by the blessings that have rained down on us this holiday season. I held that little girl (5 lbs. 5 oz. 19" long) in my arms when she was four days old. I can't wait to get back.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
My nephew's father in law is out of intensive care, did not have some of the complications that can be expected with such surgery and is relatively comfortable. Things look very good for him being home by Christmas. Our nephew's wife has recovered from her pneumonia so she can visit her dad in the hospital.
Somehow the tinsel, ads for extravagant gifts, the usual stress many associate with this season just float over the surface of my mind and heart and gain no foothold. I know that I am blessed with love and health. I know that I have caring friends around the world.
Friday, November 22, 2013
I know that those of us who were aware of the world around us cannot forget where we were or what we were doing 50 years ago Nov. 22 (the day I am writing this).
I was an 18 year old freshman in college happily packing up our room with my new best friend and roommate as we were moving into a brand new dorm from our temporary housing in an old hotel at the edge of campus. All of us had our doors open, radios blaring with a variety of stations. All of a sudden it seemed as all of our radios were tuned to the same station and Pam, a senior down the hall, stepped into the hallway and said, "They've shot the president." Thus began a weekend of unreality for all of us. I remember hearing the bell from the chapel toll when the president's death was announced.
Much of the converstaion and news casting about this event has focused on the impact it had on my generation, a loss of innocence, a loss of confidence in our government as it seemed to be so quickly followed by the horrors of Vietnam, the stigma of Watergate and such a loss of belief in our government and its officials.
For me this process, which many say is related to seeing the distress of the adults around us, began about 2 1/2 years earlier. It was called the Cuban Missile Crisis. I was 16, a junior in high school and had just returned from a rehearsal for our school's variety show. I walked in just after the JFK had finished his TV address indicating the U. S. Nave would be blockading the Soviets from taking missiles to Cuba. It was the first time in my life I had ever seen my parents afraid.
I know the generation of young people who experienced 9/11 will have similar memories as our children do the of Challenger disaster.
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