• 11Feb

    I don’t know if you realize just how therapeutic writing is for me.  Writing helps me organize my thoughts, come up with solutions to problems, and voice the panic that threatens to overwhelm me.  I haven’t been able to make much time for writing lately and I’m noticing a rising hysteria in my spirit.  Christmas swallowed up a lot of time in December.  The kids were sick, parties, plays, traditions, gifts, all required time.  I don’t think we overdid it, but then again if I didn’t get the quiet time I needed maybe we did.  From there we headed off for a trip to MI to visit the in-laws and had a wonderful time reconnecting with cousins, playing in the snow, and catching up, but once again quiet time was minimal (not surprising with 17 kids around).  Then my nanny headed off to Honduras for some family vacation time for a couple of weeks and we had to survive on our own for a while.  That definitely does not permit free time.  I keep trying to tell myself that I can do this on my own.  I really don’t need all this help.  God will provide.  Then I get two weeks to do it on my own and I’m ready to throw up my hands and say “I give, Lord! No man is an island! You already provided. Please give me my help back!!”

    Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m wondering if it’s time for a “sabbatical” of sorts.  Maybe I need to find a quiet place to get away for a couple of days, with no responsibilities, no demands on my time, no pressure to get something done, and reconnect with my Lord, spend hours writing and praying, and revitalize my body and spirit.  I do think I need it.  I’m just not sure how to justify it.  I don’t know of any other mothers who tell their husbands they are disappearing for the weekend to refresh themselves.  Maybe they should?

    I know I’ve talked about doing this before, but I’ve just never convinced myself that I should.  Maybe if I did better at this connecting with my Lord on a daily basis I wouldn’t feel quite the need for such a recharge.  Maybe I’m just over exaggerating.

  • 29Dec

    DATE:

    No, Andrew wasn’t my date.  =)  My Mom was smarter than that.  =)  She decided to separate us which meant that my brother was my mother’s date, and I was my father’s date.  It really was lots of fun.  We went out to Chinese, goofed off, teased my Dad, had some good conversation, saw a movie (and ALL the credits),  =) and just had a nice relaxing evening.  The kids spent the night elsewhere so there was no pressure to get home.  And then when I did get home I could meander my way to bed as I pleased.  Lovely!!

    CHRISTMAS:

    Christmas went well.  I had my holiday slump over Thanksgiving and so was in a much better mood for Christmas.  We had family over the day before Christmas and just had hoagies (subs) for lunch and opened some presents after that. 

    Christmas day had its ups and downs.  My parents (and brother) came up again in the morning and watched the kids open the rest of their gifts.  We had a treasure hunt for baby Jesus (for our manger scene), played a while, made cookie cut-out PB & J for lunch, had a tea party with the girl’s new dishes, made some “Thank You” cards, took some naps, cleaned up a bit, and then headed down to Nana’s to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

    Josiah (7) got a tool box and a birdhouse kit for Christmas.  He’s been the one asking for a new daddy that does construction ’cause he (J) wants to help him.  He was so excited and wanted to put it together right away.  I just couldn’t figure out how to squeeze in the time to help him do that.  I knew that a Daddy was needed.  So I asked for a volunteer, . . .  Now the birdhouse has it’s first coat of paint and waiting for the second and Josiah has declared that it’s his best Christmas present.  I think what made it so special was the “putting together” part with a “daddy.”  (Thank you, Daddy!)

    Benjamin (8) got a computer game (Worms2).  This was a game that he played with his Dad and he even remembers beating Dan once.  I remember it, too, ’cause Dan was almost offended at the idea of being beaten by a 6  yr old (I’m sure he played easy, tho).  Our previous game got broken and Benjamin has been trying to save up money (a quarter at a time usually) so that he could buy another one.  He was quite thrilled to get one as a present. (Thank you, Glenda!)

    Abigail(6) got a china tea set that she is struggling to remember to keep out of the reach of her younger brothers.  I’m actually hoping it will teach her some responsibility.  We had great fun using the tiny tea pot and cups with some little shortbread cookies at our tea party.

    Hadassah (5) also got some kitchen tools, cups, plates, cookie cutters, silverware, and such.  It was her cookie cutters that made our “special” sandwiches for lunch.

    Maranatha (4) got some more play dough which is a favorite of hers, as well as another stuffed beanie baby with a tag (the tag being the best part).

    Payden (3) got a barn and some animals to play with and the playroom hasn’t looked the same since.  Animals, animals everywhere . . .

    Caleb (2) got a Noah’s Ark with more animals and has really enjoyed playing with that with his brother, but his cars still win out.  And with his little quilt made especially for him he can still sit and play with his cars for hours.

    And once again many people have helped to make this Christmas something to remember with happy thoughts, rather than sad ones.  Before Dan died I had no idea how Christmas could be sad.  Friends and loved ones have joined together to remind us that we are not alone and not forgotten and we are thankful for each one of you.  Thank you for the gifts you sent our way, the pictures and cards, the notes and letters  . . . each one has served as a reminder of God’s love and faithfulness to us.

    CHRISTMAS LETTER:

    I feel quite guilty about this one.  I had great plans to get our family photo printed (we got a really good one this summer) and get letters sent out to all of you with an update . . . It just never happened and it never quite made it to the top of the priority list.  Then when I finally did get around to it . . . well, I seem to have lost my copy of our pictures . . .  I’m still hoping to get some of those sent out, but it might be Easter before you all see them.  Maybe I’ll start a new tradition of ”Belated Christmas Cards.”  Who knows! It could be a seller!

  • 14Dec

    My children have been taken over by aliens!!

    My girls came up to me today and said, “Mommy, we want some new chores.”  And then when I did think of a “new chore” that they could do I got a very polite “Thank you, Mommy” in return.  When was the last time you heard a child thank their mother for giving them chores????

    That in and of itself is scary, but then they voluntarily cleaned up their bathroom, sorted socks in the hallway (and even cleaned up after themselves there), and currently they are coloring very nicely in the library with their younger brother!!!

    I think I like aliens.  =)  I wonder if I can have these particular aliens permanently.

  • 12Dec

    I’m skipping town this week. (Going to the next town over.)

    I’ve got a date, a babysitter, and “big” plans. =)  (anything minus the kids requires “big” planning).

    I’m getting excited!!!

    I just hope my brother behaves.  =)

  • 15Nov

    I got a hug.

    That isn’t exactly unusual.  I get lots of kid’s hugs, family hugs, and lots of the ladies at my church aren’t afraid to give me a friendly hug every now and then.  But this time I got a “man hug.” 

     [Definition by Me: hug given by a male old enough to be married; the process of being comforted, encouraged, or strengthened by a male in the more mature category]

    I used to get at least a dozen of those a day.  Now I’m on rations and each one is special.

     

    There have been several men who have been brave enough to give me a hug since Dan died and I think I remember every single one.  Some hugs were given as a “hello” or “goodbye,” some were given in sympathy, some with enthusiasm, some out of concern, and all were given with godly love.

     

    Many of these men have risked the wrath of girlfriends, fiancés, or wives.  They have bravely hazarded the possibility of gossip and questioning looks.  They have jeopardized their ‘tough man’ image, and they have boldly faced the threat of piles of children demanding ‘I want one too!’

     

    For every man out there who has dared to hug a widow, I just want to say “Thank You!” from the bottom of my heart.  And I just want to encourage any man who dares to read this blog to “hug a widow today.”  They will be eternally grateful.

    (Of course, prudence must be exercised . . . )

    (Oh, and don’t you ladies think your hugs aren’t appreciated, too.  Keep it up!)

  • 04Nov

    A note Benjamin (8) wrote last night   (ps: his teacher is still working with him on his spelling) :

    I love you God and i hope you are halping Daddy.
    and i want you to get us a new Daddy and i dont want hem
    not to do wath we wated.
     

    Translation:

    I love you God and I hope you are helping Daddy.
    And I want you to get us a new Daddy and I don’t want him to do the things we didn’t want him to do (eg. smoke, drink, drugs, beard, fat . . . )

    Today:

    after countless hugs and demonstrations of ‘clingyness’ I pulled him into my lap and asked him what he was looking for, and gave him examples: are you looking for attention, your shoes, a new daddy, a hug . . .

    His reply: 

    I’m looking for love.

     

    Sigh.  I can’t give it to him, or at least not enough. 

    And I warned him tonight that a new daddy won’t be able to fill that hole either.  Only Jesus can fill that hole.  It is obvious to us as a family, due to our circumstances, that there is a hole (I believe everyone has a hole, it just might not be as noticeable) and I realize a little bit more each day that we will never be complete until we reach heaven.

    Lord Jesus, come quickly.

  • 15Oct

    Benjamin (8) told me tonight that he wants two Daddy’s.  He knows Jesus is his Daddy, but he wants another one. 

    I wish I could get him one for his birthday.

    I’ve missed him too, these last couple of days.

    “What do we call a ‘daddy’ when we adopt him?”  he also wanted to know.

    I was amused at the idea of adopting a Daddy, vs. a Daddy adopting the kids.

    I’m just waiting for the day one of my kids walks up to someone and asks them if they will be their new Daddy.  I’m trying to come up with an alternate reaction to blushing profusely and trying to disappear into the woodwork.

     

    Maranatha (3 going on 4 next week) made me laugh today.  She was the last one at the table for breakfast this morning.  I was in the school room when she pipes up and says, “I’m eating too much sugar on my waffle because I want to be ‘wild’ today.”  =) =)

    I love my kids!  =)

  • 14Sep

    Well, I got my help.  Once again the Lord is insisting on doing it His way.  I can work with this, though.  At this point I am just extremely grateful for the assistance.

    Amazing, though, how quickly I start to doubt my decision.  I no sooner get a breather, an easy day, a day without total chaos, and I start to think that I’m just making excuses for why I can’t handle this on my own.  If I have the time and energy to do a few big projects every so often (like clean the garage) then surely I can keep after somehow.  I just need to get organized, . . . .  right?

    It is a fantastic relief to be freed from the responsibilities of cleaning and some of the cooking, though.  I feel like I now have tons of time and energy and that makes me a lot more willing to spend some time playing with the kids (an output of energy I often avoid so I can make it through the day).  And I also feel like there is more time and energy available for the training they all so desperately need.  That is good. 

    Now I just need to figure out how to rearrange my mindset and remember that I have delegated some of my chores to someone else for the advantage of my children.

    Thank you all for your prayers in this endeavor!  The Lord has again provided just what I needed, just when I needed it most, and I know you all had a part in that.  Thank you for your continued support!!!

  • 07Sep

    Picture your biggest problem (or even a little one).  It’s something you worry about, something you don’t know how to fix.  Maybe it’s even something that you know you can’t fix.  There is nothing you can do to make the problem get better or even go away.

    Now picture taking that problem to someone who can take care of it.

    Example: I NEED a hole dug for a tree.  If I don’t get the tree planted it will die.  I have a shovel and seven children to watch.  #1.  I don’t have the time to dig a large hole.  #2. Everything around here is rock, so even if I had the time a shovel wouldn’t get me very far.  #3.  I don’t have the dirt to help the tree to grow.  Sounds like something of an insurmountable problem, huh.  Now I take that problem to someone I know can take care of it.  Somewhere I have a friend who owns a farm.  On that farm he has a big tractor that can dig me a hole, he has a free Saturday coming up, and he’s got lots of manure that he’s more than willing to get rid of .

    Let me remind you that this is an example!!

    Imagine the relief that comes from knowing that my problem has a solution and it will be taken care of for me. 

     

    That is where I am tonight.  I’ve been aware of a problem.  I am one person, trying to care for the needs of seven people.  (Even teachers use a 5 to 1 ratio in the classroom and they get to send them all home!  The difficulties at least double when those seven people can’t even take care of themselves.)  After the loss of my nanny last year we settled into something of a routine and I thought we were doing o.k.  Sure, some things were slipping, but I figured I just needed some more time to get into the groove.  If God gave me seven children then surely He expects me to be able to care for them, right? 

    Then we had a volunteer help for a month and I realized just how much was slipping.  My kids notice it too.  Chores aren’t getting done, follow through isn’t happening, attitudes are getting lazy, training is minimal, . . . etc.  Tonight my Dad suggested to me that we need to go back to having a helper in the house.  We don’t really know how we can do it, but the need is there.  We discussed a couple of workable options and while we don’t have a solution just yet, I can feel the pressure releasing.  God will make a way.  I think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

     

  • 30Aug

    Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. (Pro 13:12)

    My hope has been deferred.

    My heart is sick.

    My Physician can heal and does provide.

    My Rock can be My Desire.

    I need that tree of life, Lord.