Tooth #3 for JC.
He swallowed it while eating his porridge at breakfast. Uh oh! I told him that was very lucky! Lucky for what, I am not sure.
Oh no, my first ‘known’ mommy lie!
Category Archives: Family
Be Asking Why You Blog
Why do I blog?
I don’t blog to earn money or to succeed at a job.
I don’t blog to get on Oprah’s network or to become ‘known’.
I don’t blog because I want people to like me or have people get to know me.
I don’t blog so that I can achieve any type of recognition or medal.
Ah ha, this is why I blog.
I blog to be completely present with my family, to be with my boys, physically and mentally, as they are growing.
I blog to watch in awe as my Sexy Neck father’s our boys.
I blog because I have a teacher’s heart. I love teaching by showing others what I am learning.
I blog because I love to write. I love playing with words, thinking about synonyms and metaphors and oh I love editing. Getting rid of words, making new ideas, rewriting whole paragraphs.
I blog because sometimes the topics I think of can’t be said. And I think about a vast array of subjects. Blogging gives me the privilege of sharing what’s in my head.
I blog because I am head over heels in love with God/Jesus/Holy Spirit. His presence in my life in unexpected ways is something that I want to share. I want to see His light shine in this often dark world.
Recently, I blogged to support my mom’s cancer journey and reach out to those around the world who love us. (How much love did we receive? My views went from twenty– which I was very happy with– to over 800 views per day!)
Now, I blog to stay afloat in grief.
To stay real.
To do my painful work.
To see God at work and to stay connected to my people
I blog to just be where I am and to Be Enough to my family and friends.
Why do you blog or why would you like to blog? I am curious.
Be A Two Year Old With A Camera
OC took some photos with my phone on the weekend.
The adults were having a heartfelt conversation about Nana.
We didn’t even notice our mini-photographer.
Be Seeing Raffi Live
Love Raffi!
Have you seen or heard him?
This is one if our favourite songs.
The big boys and I put on our best duds and headed downtown to the community theatre this afternoon.
Normally I wouldn’t do these kind of things because at $36 each for an hour, I feel a tad wild.
But with the months we’ve lived through and knowing you can’t take your money when you die, I avoided special treats for weeks and off we went.
Raffi came on the stage (sans besrd) and lit it up. He started with our favourite friendship song (that we sing with the Sharpe’s, check out the family here.)
He sang all of our favourites, we sang along too!
Great Memory.
Lots of smiles.
Joyful noises too!
Be Wordless on the Weekend (While Watching Volleyball)
2009
Be Sharing A Quote (and a Nana Quilt)
“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation-either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”
Martin Luther King Jr.
My mom sewed this quilt for Owen as she endured her five month cancer treatment journey.
As she had done for each of the boys, she created a quilt for their ‘big boy’ beds.
Goodnight wee boys.
Enveloped in Nana’s creativity, thought and labour of love.
Ironically (or not ironically if you know my latest history with irony – here and here and here…)
Mom gave this quilt to Owen after her death as we found it in her closet waiting for his big boy bed.
Never bitter.
Never complaining.
Never fearful.
Mom.
Side note:
I just found the first quilt I ever made with my friend, Princess P. I had given it to my mom. I remembered how proud she was of me and how she displayed it in our living room. I also knew after many quilting conversations afterwards, that this first quilt inspired her own journey with quilting.
Inspired.
Inspiring.
Creative.
Mom.
Be Playing in Puddles
We had a novel January experience this afternoon – playing in puddles. Where is all the snow?
Auntie H (Sexy Neck’s cousin) offered to help out and she did.
Talk and tea with me.
Play and puddles with the boys.
She shed some tears with me and strapped on the gumboots!
Who can ask for anything more?
We got wet! And cold…
Auntie H had to ride CC’s scooter home.
We even met some ducks.
Quack quack!
Squish squish!
Brrrrr….
Be Living with More Irony
Good Monday morning friends!
When I first found out about Jesus in University one of my favourite quotes was:
Coincidences are God’s way of remaining anonymous.
Through my experiences the last few months of snow, butterflies and irony, it has become very clear to me that God speaks to me through coincidences.
He speaks very clearly.
Look at all this irony:
Artwork and the word beauty.
Songs and emails.
And now a Facebook message:
A couple of days before my mom died, a mommy friend, C, was working as a nurse at hospice. She had just returned from maternity leave, this was her second shift.
Coincidence = God moment.
During this shift, she took the time to take me aside in the living room to explain what was happening with mom and her body. Mom had transitioned that day and was no longer speaking. I don’t know what I would have done without C’s insight and care for me.
Coincidence = God moment
After mom died, I ran into C at the cross country ski hill. The same night I wrote her a Facebook message to share a few things. She wrote me a message as well and SENT IT AT THE EXACT SAME TIME. 10:17pm
(The Facebook message itself!)
Coincidence = God moment
Off to lie down again.
Basking in sorrow.
Feeling the sun of love on my cheeks.
Amazed by my friends and God’s love for me.
How do you feel God speaks to you?
If you don’t feel He does, could you ask him?
"Be" ENOUGH 