Just a reminder to support your local lemonade stand.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
To Rich’s Family
Dear Rich’s Family (can’t use your last name because of kooky Internet predators these days, huh?),
I didn’t know Rich and probably only met him a couple of times when I was younger. But he is my dad’s cousin and was very important to my dad.
I want to tell you all how sorry I am that Rich has died of the horrible cancer. I can’t believe he was the same age as my own dad (they were born within days of each other in 1950; cousins). I don’t know what I would do without my own father, and I can’t imagine what you are all going through right now.
Vicki and Dave … to lose your brother at that age must be devastating. Please know that I am thinking of you. I truly believe Rich is in an awesome place right now … a place of total happiness and peace, no matter how he lived his life or whether or not he accepted Jesus into his life.
Gene and Kay … what must it be like to lose a child to something so lingering and unforgiving? I wish I had had the means to fly my own family, myself, and my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents to Florida for the memorial service. Someone is missing from our family now, and it hurts.
Take care of yourselves. We love you and wish you peace,
Kerrie and Family
I didn’t know Rich and probably only met him a couple of times when I was younger. But he is my dad’s cousin and was very important to my dad.
I want to tell you all how sorry I am that Rich has died of the horrible cancer. I can’t believe he was the same age as my own dad (they were born within days of each other in 1950; cousins). I don’t know what I would do without my own father, and I can’t imagine what you are all going through right now.
Vicki and Dave … to lose your brother at that age must be devastating. Please know that I am thinking of you. I truly believe Rich is in an awesome place right now … a place of total happiness and peace, no matter how he lived his life or whether or not he accepted Jesus into his life.
Gene and Kay … what must it be like to lose a child to something so lingering and unforgiving? I wish I had had the means to fly my own family, myself, and my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents to Florida for the memorial service. Someone is missing from our family now, and it hurts.
Take care of yourselves. We love you and wish you peace,
Kerrie and Family
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Sick and Wrong
We are a sick and wrong family. But we laugh a lot and have fun. We don’t argue much. We use a sense of humor to get through most things.
Remember those “this is your brain on drugs” commercials? I like to tell the kids, “this is your butt on crack.” Get it? Like a butt crack?
If that ain’t grounds for therapy, nothing is. I should probably pay for ½ of my kids’ therapy since I’m messing them up so badly with my crazy antics. God help anyone who marries into this family!
Remember those “this is your brain on drugs” commercials? I like to tell the kids, “this is your butt on crack.” Get it? Like a butt crack?
If that ain’t grounds for therapy, nothing is. I should probably pay for ½ of my kids’ therapy since I’m messing them up so badly with my crazy antics. God help anyone who marries into this family!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Hold Your Babies!!!
I read this book called “True Mom Confessions: Real Moms Get Real” and it’s helped me with some of my judgmental attitudes. Below is a quote from the book. There’s also a web site you can check out. Here’s my personal favorite … the best for last and all that.
“When my daughter was a newborn, an older cousin asked, ‘Do you ever just sit there and hold her while she’s sleeping and just watch her? All day?’ I sheepishly answered yes. She said, ‘It’s okay, you know. To just sit and watch them. I did it all the time. My house still hasn’t resumed complete order and there are still dishes in the sink.’ Her daughter was eleven at the time. It was probably the best advice I got. Now my daughter is two and sometimes I still just watch her. When she’s sleeping or playing or running outside, I just stop. And watch. There are still dishes in my sink, too.”
This is me and I get SICK of people (especially those close to me) asking me how I can stand to have my kid stuck on me while he/she sleeps.
And yet why can’t I ask THEM, “How can you stand to be so heartless as to not be able to comprehend why I would DESIRE to hold my own child? The housework and other meaningless crap will always be there, but your kid will not. Stop being such an ass and try to LEARN from me.”
Instead I say, "I was 30 when I had my first kid. I got all the 'me time' and partying out of the way in my twenties and now concentrate on my kids and my marriage."
“When my daughter was a newborn, an older cousin asked, ‘Do you ever just sit there and hold her while she’s sleeping and just watch her? All day?’ I sheepishly answered yes. She said, ‘It’s okay, you know. To just sit and watch them. I did it all the time. My house still hasn’t resumed complete order and there are still dishes in the sink.’ Her daughter was eleven at the time. It was probably the best advice I got. Now my daughter is two and sometimes I still just watch her. When she’s sleeping or playing or running outside, I just stop. And watch. There are still dishes in my sink, too.”
This is me and I get SICK of people (especially those close to me) asking me how I can stand to have my kid stuck on me while he/she sleeps.
And yet why can’t I ask THEM, “How can you stand to be so heartless as to not be able to comprehend why I would DESIRE to hold my own child? The housework and other meaningless crap will always be there, but your kid will not. Stop being such an ass and try to LEARN from me.”
Instead I say, "I was 30 when I had my first kid. I got all the 'me time' and partying out of the way in my twenties and now concentrate on my kids and my marriage."
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Reincarnation
I found this quote in a book Tresa loaned me, called “Only Love Is Real.”
And still her grief would not abate.
At last she bore another child, and great
Was the father’s joy; and loud his cry: “A Son!”
That day, to thus rejoice – he was the only one.
Dejected and wan the mother lay; her soul was numb …
Then suddenly she cried with anguish wild,
Her thoughts less on the new than on the absent child …
“My angel in his grave, and I not at his side!”
Speaking through the babe now held in her embrace
She hears again the well-known voice adored:
“Tis I, — but do not tell!” He gazes at her face.
Victor Hugo
I don’t care what my religious friends or family think about reincarnation. It’s comforting to me for many reasons, so I will continue to believe in it.
Many people I know wonder why I practice attachment parenting with my kids and sometimes spoil them so badly with nursing and bedsharing and homeschooling and attention. It’s because I lost a child to a bad miscarriage (at the hands of my abusive partner) when I was younger, and I like to believe that maybe that kid chose to come back to me because he or she knew I could take better care of him/her this time around.
And still her grief would not abate.
At last she bore another child, and great
Was the father’s joy; and loud his cry: “A Son!”
That day, to thus rejoice – he was the only one.
Dejected and wan the mother lay; her soul was numb …
Then suddenly she cried with anguish wild,
Her thoughts less on the new than on the absent child …
“My angel in his grave, and I not at his side!”
Speaking through the babe now held in her embrace
She hears again the well-known voice adored:
“Tis I, — but do not tell!” He gazes at her face.
Victor Hugo
I don’t care what my religious friends or family think about reincarnation. It’s comforting to me for many reasons, so I will continue to believe in it.
Many people I know wonder why I practice attachment parenting with my kids and sometimes spoil them so badly with nursing and bedsharing and homeschooling and attention. It’s because I lost a child to a bad miscarriage (at the hands of my abusive partner) when I was younger, and I like to believe that maybe that kid chose to come back to me because he or she knew I could take better care of him/her this time around.
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