Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I love this time of year. It certainly feels that there is magic in the air. This week my husband is home from work, our son's family - including 2-year-old Emily - is visiting for the first time in 13 months and my son-in-law closed his practice to join his family that is already here awaiting his return to start a critical care fellowship in the spring. I get to have all four little grandchildren snuggled in the center of my universe. It is so perfect, so joyful, so beautiful in every way. But, then my mom had a little fall. She didn't break anything, but it stressed her body (and mind). So after a few days in rehab she is chomping at the bit to go home. This means, however, that I must fly out to her and care for her for I don't know how long. I leave Christmas day. It breaks my heart to leave my little piece of heaven. It is really hard because throughout my life everything has been about my mother. She has never been available when we needed her, only when she wanted to give us a part of her time. She is 96 now and miserable. She was never a happy person and that makes me very sad. It will be hard to leave such joy here to listen day and night to her misery. Still, I have hope that she will yet find peace and joy. As long as there is life and breath I know the Lord can do His work. Perhaps this time there will be joy. I won't have a computer so it's goodbye to Spark for awhile. Hopefully, she will recover quickly and not need my ongoing help. Or, if ongoing help is needed perhaps my brothers and I can figure out a good solution for her. We want her to be happy and she is determined to stay in her own home. Such is life.
Blessings to all for a beautiful Christmas and a joyous New Year!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I started this month with a long list of things that must get done before my son's family arrives Saturday. Well, little by little that list is dwindling. Christmas is wrapped and under the tree, in the mail and or hidden for Santa to deal with. The decorations are so festive and make me smile every day over and over and over again. I finally finished my youngest granddaughter's Christmas stocking - it's taken a year due to double vision and other battles that set me back, but thanks to a wonderful lighted magnifier I got it done last night. I've pretty much finished shopping for my granddaughter's birthday party which will be Saturday night. The holiday baking is about finished - still have decorating to do and a birthday cake to make. Then I'll continue cooking and baking as needed while guests are here. I've nearly finished a book I've been putting off reading for ages. I'll be ringing the Salvation Army bell later this morning as part of my National Exchange Club service. And so it goes. Little by little the weights are drifting off and I feel much lighter in so many ways. Unfortunately, the weight isn't moving just now. Too many tastes, too many get togethers, too much celebrating. Yet, I'm holding my own and that is a blessing for this joyous Christmas season. Hope you are holding your own today, too, maybe even losing some pounds and/or inches this season. Blessings.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Last year at this time we were terrified and hopeful about our newest grand child about to come into the world. As it happened she was born with craniosynistosis and had to have major surgery cutting her little skull to ribbons and spacers inserted to help her grow normally. There have been many highs and lows this year, but we have much to be thankful for every single day. Ziva will turn one this month and though tiny she continues to meet all her developmental milestones. Her wobbly steps and many real words along with the continual babble remind us of how much little ones grow, change and learn that first year. She is my sweet little cuddlebug with big attitude. She knows what she wants and is determined to find a way to get it. As I watch her it makes me want to become more like her - assertive and loving; active, sleeping when tired, eating when hungry, giggling often and from the deepest part of her little self, always ready to give or get a hug, never worrying about tomorrow, always living in this moment.
Yes, I am so thankful for this little miracle. She has taught me much. It is a joy and a blessing to see the world through the eyes of this little one who has traveled such a long and difficult road in such a short time. I wonder what year two will mean for us all?
Have you learned something special and new this year that changes the way you see yourself and the world?
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