The title is a description of my old life...but these days I ramble on about widowhood, homeschooling, single parenting, adoption, special-needs parenting, & living a life I never planned for or expected - a life that God, thankfully, continues to strengthen & equip me for daily...
night...the girls are in bed, Sam is creating with legos, and Ben is watching
tv.David is at the final football game
of the season.I was going to have to
pick him up but he texted me to let me know that Will had told him he was on
his way and would pick him up.Will had
to go to a handbell concert tonight at Faith.He didn't want to go and I don't really blame him.Handbells are nice and all - our church has a
handbell choir, actually - but to sit and listen to them for a couple of
hours?I'd probably take an ink pen and
impale myself to end the misery...What he really wanted to do was go to
the football game.He thought and
thought and even actually (!) asked my advice.I told him to go to the concert.It's probably going to be his only year at Faith and it's not worth the
hassle of trying to get out of the concert.Besides, it
would fulfill one of his concert requirements for his music class.So he went.I'm just thankful I don't have to pick David up because it would mean
loading up everybody and of course, it would be a traffic nightmare arriving
there as the game ends.So, all is well
that ends well, including this week.
a week it has been.Ellie has continued
her reign of terror.The more I observe
and look, I just don't see anything that appears to be brain-damage like to
account for her choices.I think she's
just bad!Hopefully, for a season
only.Although, to be honest, I've had
visions this week of her in another decade, when she's a young teenager,
dressed in stilettos and a leather bra and short, short skirt knocking off a
liquor store.I sincerely hope this is a
case of my mind leaping to a worst case scenario.
helped herself to Sam's birthday candy bar bouquet.A lady at church knew Sam had a birthday this
week so she did the cutest thing.She
took a mug and bought all these candy bars and taped them, along with some one
dollar bills to thin sticks and made a "bouquet" for him.He was thrilled!I suggested he keep it in his bedroom so as
to not tempt/make the girls feel bad.That wasn't enough for Ellie.Lizzie discovered empty sticks under her bed and promptly tattled on her
Tuesday morning I was awakened at in the morning.Ellie was sitting on the couch surrounded by
empty candy wrappers.She knew where I
had the Halloween candy and helped herself to it in the middle of the
night.The worst partabout that was that I was unable to fall back
to sleep after dealing with her.
took a paddle and deliberately smashed a light bulb with it - over a
drawer full of clothing, which meant every item in the drawer had to be
emptied half my bottle of peppermint oil into my expensive jar of Clinique
age-staving-off cream.It's too
expensive to throw out so now I just have to burn my face every night.Wrinkles might be the preferred alternative.
snuck off with one of Sam's birthday cupcakes.He requested "Spiderman" cupcakes so I scoured Pinterest and
found how to make web-looking cupcakes with a tube of red frosting and a
toothpick.I then arranged them all
carefully on a plate and put a big number 7 in the middle of the cupcake.She took one and devoured it in her bedroom
got into a small bottle of touch up paint I had made for my van.It's oil-based and very, very sticky
one nice thing I can report about all this misbehavior is thatthe worse Ellie is, the better behaved Lizzie
seems to be.Maybe she's just relishing
her role as chief reporter, I don't know.Although, one day this week I discovered half a bottle of laundry
detergent in the laundry room garbage!Fortunately, I had just changed the garbage so the bag was pretty
empty.Otherwise, I might never have
noticed.When questioned (ok, yelled at)
Lizzie shrugged and said, "I just wanted to see what color it
was!"Argh!Mean mom that I am, I handed her a table
spoon and made her scoop it out of the garbage and painstakingly put it back
into the detergent bottle.
all day Tues. I was functioning on about 5 hours of sleep because of Ellie's
nocturnal wanderings.That night I put
the girls down early and I was in bed by - unheard of.I got TEN hours of sleep.Oh, boy, that felt good!
just wandered into my room where I am typing and asked me what
"stress" is.He must have
heard the word somewhere.I wonder how
he knew how to ask ME about that word?!
all his classes, Will is struggling the most with his music one.He finally got the results back for his first
test.He was hoping to clear a 50% on
that one.He just did not have a good
feeling about it all and was a little stressed that his low grade in that class
might affect his scholarships.He
finally got the result this week.
got a 95%.
am reading a tremendously enjoyable book right now.It's the first in a series of books written
about King David's wives.This one is
about Michal, who was, of course, his first wife.I really enjoy Biblical fiction.Fiction books are my "language" and
it just makes Bible times so real to me.Now, because of reading this book I have this desire to go through the Psalms
again.Reading some of them in this book
in the context in which they may first have been sung/prayed makes them so much
more meaningful. I also want to download the other books in this series, if they're written and available yet.
few years ago I actually wrote a fictionalized account of the fall of man in
the garden for Faithwriters.I loved
that story. It was my first attempt at fictionalizing biblical history.
speaking of FaithWriters - my book is almost out!Well, not MY book, but they've finally gotten
around to publishing some of the editor's picks, so I'm in there.This week they sent me a copy of my story to
approve.It's the one I wrote about the
mom visiting her son in prison.The
entire story is almost all a conversation and then at the very end there's this
twist that lets the reader know it wasn't as it appeared.It isn't just a mother/son phone call.It's Mom visiting her son behind bars.I've always been proud of that story.They had to change my main character's last
name, because one of the other authors featured in this book has the same
name.That was total coincidence on my
part.But it was a small change.
Paul's dad had another heart attack.I
found it out on Facebook.It doesn't
sound like anything real serious, butwhen you're in your seventies and you've already had a massive stroke (
a decade ago) and a previous heart attack a few months ago, I guess nothing is
really "minor" anymore.So
that stirs up all kinds of feelings on my end, where I'm probing my conscience
again.Have I handled everything the
best I can?Is there something else I
should be doing to encourage reconciliation, particularly before it's too late?
I have found myself praying more in the
last few days that God would open my eyes to any responsibility on my end.But I'm just not seeing it.
my heart aches over everything.I may be
completely innocent here, but this is not God's plan for families.Sigh...
it's coupled with lingering grief, too.Actually, the grief may always linger.It's definitely lessening as time goes on but I don't know that it will
ever fully leave.I'm not so sure it's
day last week I got really kind of mad.I am just tired of hurting!Grief is this continual weight the bereaved wears.Sometimes it is so heavy the wearer can
barely walk under the load.Other times,
it's more like a heavy chain around the neck.But it is always there.I
just got mad and exclaimed internally,
I'm SO tired of
hurting!I DON'T WANT TO HURT anymore!
I still did.It didn't go away, despite
my protesting.In the beginning, the
hurt is almost comforting in a weird way.It's confirmation that something horrible has happened.I remember when I'd have an occasional day
where the grief lifted that I would almost feel panicky.What was wrong with me?Was I not grieving properly because I had a
good day?Where were the expected, daily
tears? After all, didn't the depth of my daily grief show how much I loved
him?So, if I didn't feel bad all the
time, what did that say about my love for Paul?And then when the hurt and grief would
settle down over me again there would almost be this sigh of relief from my
heart.Ah, there is is!
now - I'm ready to be done.My life is
changed forever.I can't undo that.But I don't want to hurt for the rest of my
life, either.I'm ready to start the
rest of my life.Last week at the Piano
Guys concert Will snapped a selfie of the two of us.I put it on Facebook that night.It was a good picture.And it didn't make me look fat. That's the
main reason it made it onto Facebook.I
am that vain, yes.The next night an
older gentleman at church told me he had seen the picture and commented,
good to see you smile again."
to smile.I want to mean it.I want to live again.
But...it's been 16 months.It's only been 16 months.I think I'm probably being a little too
unrealistic to think I can recover from losing the love of my life in less than
a year and a half.
get Facebook updates from Widows Wear Stilettos which is the book I
ordered and read this summer (really, really good book).One day this week the author made the comment
that if anyone suggested to us that we should be "over" things by now
or should be moving on at a faster clip, we would be rightfully offended.But how often are we telling ourselves
that same thing as widows?It definitely
made me stop and think.I am too
impatient with myself.
is a process and it cannot be hurried.It's just getting a little more uncomfortable for me right now, I guess.
will be a busy weekend.Tomorrow night
is our annual Swan bonfire.I don't know
if the mayor is planning a wagon ride like we usually do or not.I would guess not since I am the one who owns
the hay rack and he hasn't said anything to me yet about it!The mayor is supposed to be buying that from
me, but so far, it's still sitting out beside the garage.So I will spend some time tomorrow cooking
for the meal.
Amanda the Panda (grief services) is paying for all of us to go to a pumpkin
patch/fall fun place in Mitchellville.Will is even going to go to church with us that morning and then go with
us.It should be fun.
Littles have all come down with colds this week and today my throat started
feeling scratchy.Oh, no... So I've been
applying thieves oil and another oily concoction I made up to my feet bottoms
and chest all day.I hope I can keep it
from getting any worse.
funny to end with: Lizzie asked me this morning if she could wear her
"yogurt" pants.She loves
those things.They were in some
hand-me-downs passed to me by someone.I
didn't have the heart to tell her they're actually called "yoga"
pants.I guess "yogurt"
probably makes more sense in her mind anyway!
Sunday night...and the blues
are kicking in.So, what's better than a
depressed person with a blog?!My poor
It's been a harder
weekend.David had major allergy
problems at church this morning.I got
him drugged up (which is no easy feat - he once heard of someone dying from
accidentally overdosing on OTC meds and he's scared to take a single aspirin as a result) and
he was fine by late this afternoon.I told
him if he didn't feel up to going to church tonight that was fine.I kind of hoped he'd say he wanted to stay
home because then we'd just all stay home with him.But he said he felt fine after napping but
wasn't totally gung ho on going tonight so if I wanted to stay home he was fine
I was tempted.
It was never this way when
Paul was alive.If the doors to church
were open and we weren't throwing up, we were there.There was no thinking about it.
And I've still been
faithful.For the most part I've wanted
to be.My church continues to be my
major source of support and socialization.But there are sometimes, like tonight, when I just feel - meh.I look around my messy house and think of all
I could accomplish instead of sitting in church and I think my time might be
better spent at home.And sometimes it
is.But we went tonight, anyway.Next Sun. night we have an activity that will
make us unable to go, so I figured we should probably go now.This is where I'm supposed to write about the
tremendous blessing we received at church and how I'm so thankful I went.
Yeah, not so much
tonight.Nothing bad happened, other
than having to chase Ellie down the main aisle after church and whacking my
knee on a pew as I did so.But I didn't
come away all the refreshed, either.I
guess that's the way it goes sometimes.
Maybe it's because of the
birthday card I had the kids sign tonight when we got home.Paul's mom's birthday is Tues.I always said I had the best mother-in-law in
the world and honestly loved her.My
heart is broken over her belief that I am responsible for Paul's death.Just shattered.I didn't even know if I was going to get a
card or not this year.I finally did,
but just had the kids sign it.I'm not sure
really why I'm sending it, even.I don't
think it will change things and that's not my motivation, anyway.But I still love her.
Ellie has been difficult
again today.I find myself observing her
and wanting to find some sort of brain dysfunction in her that would explain
her terrible behavior.She got ahold of
another knife today.Fortunately, Lizzie
caught her and alerted Ben, who took it away before any damage could be done.I texted Will and said, "I thought you
hid your knives?"He said he has
too many to hide them all.What, is he
forming some anti-government militia?He
doesn't even make sense.My mom had
suggested I get a hook and I latch for his door and that's what's happening
I had several more incidents
this week of Ellie coloring on the furniture in her room.This morning Lizzie put on her tights for
church and we discovered that those had been scribbled on, as well!Seriously!What is wrong with Ellie?
I've never been a big fan of
preschool for children, thinking that it is more important that they spend as
many moments in those formative years with their mother.Truly, there is nothing taught in a preschool
setting that cannot be learned at home.But right now - I've got plans to check into the preschool program at
the school for next fall.I need a break
from this child, even if it's just a couple of mornings a week.But next fall is a long time away.I've got to survive Ellie right now.
And I just don't get
it.Ben was a difficult
preschooler.But he was brain-damaged,
so I was able to chalk up most of what I was experiencing to that, even though
we didn't know it was autism at the time.While he seemed to have a death wish he was hampered by his cp.We still made an awful lot of trips to the
ER, though, as I recall.Any of Lizzie's
behaviors - and there have been many - I can attribute to her early years of
chaos and being separated from her birth family.
But what's wrong with
Ellie?Except for a three day period at
the age of 10 months, she never lived with her birth mother.She doesn't know her older bio brothers, she
escaped a lot of what Lizzie did not.So
why is she so awful, then?
Maybe all it is is that she's
a 3 year old girl.It could just be that
simple.A year or two from now I may
re-read this and laugh (with a great deal of thanksgiving that this is in the
past).As I recall, Lizzie wasn't
exactly a picnic at 3, either.But
that's when I got her.Maybe this is
normal.But if so - why would anyone
voluntarily give birth to more than one female child?
Sam got new glasses Wed.
night.They're cute - copper metal,
rectangle frames.My friend, Diane, who
made them had these particular frames shipped to her in some sort of promotion
last winter.I went ahead and bought
them then, knowing that at some point Sam would need new glasses.She's hung onto them ever since.He got his new prescription and she had them
made up for me within 3 days.That was
Yesterday - Saturday - Sam
went for a bike ride with David and Ellie.Being full of brotherly concern, David brought Sam's sunglasses to him
before they set out and Sam jammed his new glasses into the pocket of his
sweats.When he came home, they were
I think my middle name must
be "Frustration" because it is definitely my overriding emotion most
of the time.Seriously - he lost his $80
glasses THREE days after getting them?Not that I'm surprised.I have
found his glasses on floors, under blankets, behind his toy shelves, under the swingset, on the dirt
pile, out on the deck, beside the pool...
I looked for a little bit,
but I had to leave for a Sunday School class gathering.David and Sam looked, but didn't have much
success.I prayed about it.I mentioned my frustration to my friends at
the gathering last night.I was so
touched this morning when one told me she had prayed about it last night for
I got home last night and
found a pile of money on my desk with a note from David saying, "Buy Sam
some new glasses."Sweet kid.I gave him his money back.
This morning I asked Sam if
he had prayed about finding his glasses yet.He looked surprised and said, "Well, I haven't had lunch
yet!"I've come to gather recently
from other comments he's made that he seems to think praying can only happen at
meal times.I really need to rectify
this belief he apparently has. One of these days.When I'm not so busy...keeping a certain 3
year old alive.
So, after lunch I got the
girls down for their nap and David, Sam, and I set off to follow the path of
yesterday's bike ride.It was a long
ride!I found myself praying off and on
and as we turned to go back home, I found myself really getting irritated with
God.He heard my prayer.He knew what it would mean, financially, to
have to buy this kid another pair of glasses.Why wouldn't He just SHOW me where those glasses were?At that verymoment a gust of wind blew up and I imagined that I heard God's voice
speaking to my heart.
So on the way back to the
house, shuffling through the leaves, hoping against hope, one of us would yet
see the glasses David and I had a conversation about my frustration with
God.I can't even remember now what all
was said, but it was one of those "good" talks.
And maybe that was the whole
point of this experience.
A few feet later and we were
home.I was resigned to having to buy
another pair of glasses and to learning the lessons that God seemed to think I
needed from this.And then Sam
"Oh, here they
are!"And there they were - laying
on the ground right up next to the wood pile.
Thank you, Lord.
One other frustration (aren't
I just Susie Sunshine tonight?).Someone
thought it was a good idea to give my kids art crayons - like the oil based
ones.They have loved them and have
colored picture after picture with those things.We've never had them before and I didn't
think too much about them.I was
straightening up the area rug in the living room late yesterday afternoon
(actually while David and Sam were out looking for the lost glasses the first
time) when I discovered a huge green mess to the side of the rug.Apparently one of those crayons got
underneath the rug and then was vacuumed over and is permanently imbedded in my
10 month old carpet.
Well, now I know that I will always
have an area rug in my living room because that green stain isn't coming
up.I used a magic eraser on it, I
shampooed it, I used Dawn detergent on it,I made a vinegar/baking soda mixture and it is still green.It's lighter but still, quite green.I am going to try some mineral spirits since
I am guessing the crayon was oil based.I had the kids throw away all the other crayons like that one.
I think there's a lot to be
said for never having children.
But then, you wouldn't laugh
as much.This morning David commented to
me that he was suspicious Sam was not brushing his teeth because whenever he's
been going into the bathroom to do his at night, Sam's brush is always
dry.So I said to Sam, "You are
brushing your teeth every night, right?"
Sam seriously replied,
"Mom, I just don't have time for tooth brushing!"I hate to think how long it's been since the
last time he thought he had time for it.
I've put on weight in the
last 6 months or so.It's annoying
because none of my pants fit and I have this roll of tummy now that doesn't
have anywhere to go so it flops.I'm not
comfortable in my own body anymore.I
remember a few years ago I couldn't keep weight on and now I've got the
I don't like it but the
thought of laying off the sweets and maybe going for a few walks doesn't sound
all that appealing, either.Besides,
don't most women put on weight as they age?So maybe, no matter how hard I try, it won't come off because it's more
of an age thing.So then, what's the
point of putting in all that effort and self-denial if I'm just destined to be
a bit overweight the rest of my life?
But then, I get in the shower
and see that my thighs, who have always lived very separate lives, are now
quite cozy with eachother and I hate the feeling of them touching
eachother.So, I bought some grapefruit
essential oil.It's supposed to be good
for weight loss.We shall see.
Lizzie observed me taking it
this morning and wanted to know why.I
told her and she said, "Well, Mom, if you want to lose weight, all you
need to do is quit eating!"
She may be onto something
there.She then added I should probably
also "run for 40 hours a day."
So last night was our Sunday
School class get together.They're doing
these once a month now, which is fine.Our class is geared toward younger families, or at least those with
younger children.I've got those so I'm
still qualified to be there, I guess.
I'm actually not even
attending the class right now because they're doing a marriage study.I sit upstairs with the old people.It stinks.I would give anything to have a reason to be sitting in that marriage
Back to the get-together: I
saw this as sort of a "test" for me.How would I handle being in a situation with all couples?Could I do it?Everyone is still so nice to me, but things
have changed because I'm not part of a twosome anymore.I even am a lot more self-conscious about
talking with married men now.I never
used to think twice about it.
So I slipped away for a few
hours and went to the gathering.We
roasted hotdogs at a home in the country and then sat around the fire.Some of the women made a real point to talk
to me and I appreciated that.But I
looked around the fire a few times and saw all these couples, with their arms
around eachother because it was cold and dark and I suppose, somewhat romantic,
and I felt so alone.I honestly
didn't begrudge anyone there for what they still have, but it made me miss what
I've lost all the more.
But this is my reality
now.I have to learn how to function as
a single in couple-oriented world.I
don't know if the fact that I have children like most couples do makes it
harder or easier.I haven't decided that
Along with everything else
I've had to learn to do, this is another area in which I have to learn some
coping skills.But, there is a verse
that keeps popping into my head lately.
So I will restore to you
the years that the swarming locust has eaten...
think this verse is literally referring to food, but all Scripture is
profitable and there must be a reason this particular one keeps being brought
to my mind.Is God using this verse to
assure me that these years of loneliness and barrenness will be restored
Maybe.I don't know.
it's kind of the message I got from Him today when I hunting for Sam's
glasses.There was that along with the
reminder that ALL things are for my good and profit my growth.
mostly, just the reminder that mynumber
one job is, still, to trust Him.
I did it - I've made it past
500 days of widowhood.It does feel like
something of an accomplishment.Now, to
make to 1000, which should happen in another 16 months or so.
We just happened to have
tickets to a pre-season NFL game that night at Wells Fargo.I had bought the tickets way back in June,
not knowing that Oct. 16 would be day 500.So that worked out kind of cool.
Actually, all of Thursday was
busy and more of a "family" day than most.Ben had Sp. Olympics bowling in the
afternoon.He did the best he has ever
done.I always laugh when he bowls
because I remember how his bowling ball holes were specially drilled to fit his
extra long fingers.He doesn't even use
them.Each time he approaches the lane,
he leans all the way over and rolls the ball with two hands.Apparently, he has perfected his method
because during one game he scored 117!He and his entire team earned blue ribbons and will be going to the
state meet next month.
I didn't have a lot of time
to cook after that and I wanted to make sure the kids' tummies were nice and
full before the game because I wasn't about to buy concession stand food.They check your bags there at Wells Fargo so
you can't sneak in food, either, like you can at the movie theater (Yes, I'm
bad...and cheap).So we stopped at
Hy-Vee and got two buckets of chicken.
We met Will at PrincipalPark and left his car there.I really don't care for downtown driving on
the best of days.When it's nighttime
and people are pouring in for a popular event - ugh.So he drove us in.We still had to park blocks and blocks away
from the arena and we were there an hour early!
We quickly found out what $22
tickets bought us - seats way-y-y up high on the top concourse!We could still see fine, but it was a little
unnerving to be looking that far down onto the floor!The game was good.I was kind of rooting for the Denver Nuggets
because I always smile when I think of Denver now, with that being Paul's and my last trip together.But I honestly didn't care who won.Denver led for 3 quarters, sometimes by as much as 15
points.But then in the last quarter, it
got exciting.GoldenState decided they wanted to win and put all they had into
it.It was neck and neck the entire quarter.I even wondered if the game would go into
overtime, but finally the Warriors pulled ahead and won the game by just 3
So now we can say we've been
to an actual NBA game.The boys say that
we now have to attend an NFL game, but I don't know if that will ever happen or
not!And actually, this game was a lot
more classy, I thought, than the local game we attended there in January.The cheerleader-dancers did have one somewhat
skanky performance, but that was it.Lizzie was disappointed. She is
fascinated by cheerleaders and we tend to have a lot of conversations about
what is proper and improper around here, as a result.The half-time show was an acrobat team that
performed on this season's "America's Got Talent" so that was entertaining.
One funny thing: Lizzie kept
turning around to observe the people behind us.Apparently it was a group of international students with their American
host.I think what caught Lizzie's
attention was that one of the young women was black.As it turned out her name was Rosa
and she was from France (isn't Rosa a Spanish name, though?).But at one point, Lizzie nudged me and loudly
said, of the host, "Look, Mom - that man has ice tea in a cup!"
Um, yeah...not ice tea!
It was just a busy week, all
around.Tuesday I went with my friend,
Jeanne, up to Faith.She is 81 and
twice-widowed.Her husband was one of my
professors 25 yrs ago.I met her through
another widow at our church and Jeanne and I have just hit it off.It helps that she does texting and Facebook,
since those are my primary means of communication anymore.She was asked to be a guest speaker in a
women's ministry class (specifically, a class about ministering to the aged in
the church) about widowhood.I invited
myself along because I just wanted to hear what she had to say.To my surprise, she had gotten her hands on
the blog post I wrote back in June right at the one year mark ofPaul's death (the post) and she referenced that post
quite a bit!It was rather flattering
that she thoughtI had something of
import to contribute to the class.
There were only two students
in the class and they both told me that they had worked with Will up at
camp.Small world.After class, we went with the instructor (whose
husband was also one of my professors oh, so long ago) to the cafeteria and had
a nice lunch.Then yesterday, I received
a sweet card from the instructor.What a
nice day that was for me!
While at lunch we were
talking about remarriage and both women earnestly told me that if I do remarry
I must have a prenuptial agreement in place.I wrinkled my nose and asked, "Aren't those unbiblical?"They both assured me it is different when it
is a second marriage and either spouse has children and is bringing assets into
the marriage.I had never thought about
that before.I'll have the children, but
I'm not so sure how many assets I'll have left by the time I marry again,
Then, that evening Will and I
went to a Piano Guys concert.I wasn't
totally excited by the idea because I knew it was instrumental music and, as
I've mentioned before,I have a very
limited tolerance for music that doesn't involve a beat and lyrics.I soon began to get the idea that a whole lot
of people knew something I didn't because the entire Civic Auditorium was
completely packed out.Seriously.I saw about 10 seats on the very back, top
row that were empty and that was it.
The concert was AMAZING!Oh, my goodness.I could have sat there for a lot longer than
two hours.Maybe I have more of an
appreciation for culture than I realized.Or maybe it's just that these performers have figured out a way to make
instrumental music fun and exciting.I
think I'm going to download everything they've recorded!
Wednesday Ben had to go to Iowa City again for his teeth.I was under the impression that this visit was the last one until we get
his wisdom teeth done.But no - we have
two more trips planned now for Nov.Ben
is a champ when they do the work.But
every single time they go in to fix what they think is a simple cavity, it
turns out to be something that has spread and gotten in quite deep.The room where they work on the special needs
patients is not very big and there are 4 or 5 chairs in this one room.Different dental students work on the
patients while the head instructor oversees.Actually, it reminds me of when I was a kid and, to save money, my mom
had us get our hair done at the local beauty college...Anyway, this time, the patient directly
across from Ben screamed the entire time they were working on him - seriously screamed.His mother or caregiver was right there so I
doubt they were hurting him.It was
probably a sensory thing. But it caught
Ben's attention and he kept popping up in his chair to look.
Afterwards, he wanted to go
to Steak and Shake to eat.We don't have
any of those out here.So we did.He started to place his own order when the
waiter came and my first instinct was to jump in and take over for him, but I
thought, "No - he needs to learn how to do this.I won't always be with him in restaurant
situations."So I just let him
place his own order.The only problem
with that is that while I can understand Ben perfectly, I forget that his
weaker oral muscles make his speech harder to understand by people that don't
spend a lot of time with him.Although,
he's improved greatly since childhood.He hasn't even been in speech therapy since he was about 12.
So Ben explained what he
wanted and the waiter then turned to me apologetically and asked, "Uh,
could you repeat back to me what he said?"Poor guy.But he still got the
The other day Will sent me a
Facebook clip of a mother/son wedding dance with the message, "Do you
think you can do this?"It was kind
of a complicated dance that included all different kinds of music and
moves.Thinking he was just joking, I
messaged him, "Sure - let's plan on it!"Well, a couple of days later at the concert
Will asked me seriously, "So we're going to do that dance,
right?"I told him that would be
fine (!) and then he added, "You'd better get into shape first."I may or maynot have been huffing and puffing a bit as I followed him the couple
blocks we had to walk to the Civic Auditorium.I told him not to worry.With as
long as he is taking to find the wife needed for said wedding, I have plenty of
time to tone up! Here's what he has in mind: Mother/Son dance
I did a more complicated hair
style on Ellie today.Since it took
awhile, I pulled the kitchen stool into the living room so she could watch tv
while I worked on her head.Some movie
was on that featured primarily black actors.Ellie observed one of the men and then said, "Mom - you should get
me a daddy like that!"I didn't
know whether to laugh or cry.
The other night Ben asked me
how soon I plan to remarry.I told him,
of course, I have no idea.He said,
"Well, I hope it's soon.I'd like
to have another dad."
I dreamed last night that
Lizzie drowned in our pool.I pulled her
out and realized she was dead and was completely distraught.In my dream I thought to myself, "Oh, I
guess I loved her more than I realized!"The dream got really weird from there (I ended up baking her into a pie
before I called 911) but it stuck with me in that I remembered it very clearly
Actually, Lizzie really
hasn't been troublesome lately.She's
going through a good stretch right now.Her sister on the other hand...Oh, I am so frustrated.I cannot get her to quit coloring on
her bedroom furniture.I have cleaned
and cleaned up that room, but she still manages to find pencils and
markers.Every time she does this I
spank her.And I even make a point to
question her hours later, "Why did you get a spanking?"And she answers, "Because I colored on
my bed/dresser."So I know she
understands.But then she turns right
around and does it again.The worst part
is that she attempts to lie about it every time, telling me sincerely,
"Lizzie did it."So then I
have to punish her not only for the crime, but for lying.She was such a sweet, quiet little
baby/toddler.I never would have dreamed
we'd go through this at age 3.I am
starting to get fearful of what she is going to be like as a teenager.On the other hand, it serves as a good
impetus to get this rooted out now.But
I am not sure how to thoroughly root it out.I've banned her from all writing utensils, other than signing birthday
cards.Periodically, I will ask her,
"What do we color on?"She'll
answer, "Only on paper!"And
then I'll ask, "Is your furniture paper?"
But she still colors on the
furniture! (Pulling out my hair with one hand as I type...)
Out of curiosity, I looked
up decomposition rates on the internet last week.The websites I found were quite descriptive
of the breakdown of the human body once life has been extinguished. Yuck.Dust to dust and all that... Embalming does slow down the process somewhat,
but it sounds like this far into it, there probably would not be a whole lot of
Paul left that's recognizable.I kind of
wished I had not researched that.It
just made me feel even more that he is truly gone.I mean, of course, he's gone.He doesn't need his earthly body anymore and
hasn't for some time, which is why it's rotting away.But I guess there was some comfort in knowing
that it was just underground up the road from my house.
Right after Paul died I
ordered the book, Heaven is for Real.We started reading it as a family but never got around to finishing
it.I know there's been some criticism
of that whole story by Christians, but I have always felt like, even before
Paul died, that there's a good chance that this book was a gift to us from God
-a glimpse of what is waiting for us.I
don't believe the the book was a hoax written by parents hoping to cash
in.Neither do I believe it was
Satanically inspired.So, a couple of
weeks ago I ordered the children's version of the book.My Littles have been so excited by that and
I've caught Sam and Lizzie repeatedly poring over the pages.It makes me want to finish the adult version
One of the things the book
claims is that Jesus meets every new arrival to Heaven.That thought made me smile as I thought of
the morning of June 6, 2013.Paul went to sleep beside the
wife he loved and woke up being embraced by his Lord.Does it get much better than that?
And a side note that truly
excites me: about a year ago I wrote about the dream God sent me regarding Paul
and Heaven.It was very vivid and I
detailed it all in my blog.One of the
things that I remember from that dream is that Paul told me the walls of Heaven
are covered with Scripture.I had never
heard anything like that before so it wasn't like it was some former fragment
of memory that made its way into my dream.Well, I was looking at the illustrations in this Heaven is for Real
book and guess what I saw on a page?The
walls of Heaven covered in Scripture!
A beautiful day outdoors and
inside my heart.I've had a nasty sinus
headache all day today, but it's still ok.This came in today's mail via the Iowa Donor Network:
Dear Donor Family,
We are writing to thank you for the kind and generous
gift of tissue donation from your loved one.We are aware it was a difficult decision to make and are truly sorry for
your loss.Your decision to donate has
and will make an impact on our 12 year old son's life.Our son was diagnosed with rapidly
progressing scoliosis at the end of the school year.The hopes for a "normal" summer of
swimming, playing, riding bkies, and playing tackle football came to a
halt.Spinal fusion and rod placement
was performed only three weeks after we realized that something was "not
right" with our son's back.His
recovery from surgery went extremely well.
Your donation made our son's surgery a success.He will be limited in activities for about
6months and has been able to return to
school.Our son is a smart, loving child
who hopes to become a pilot someday.He
is an A honor student and loves anything about airplanes.
Interestingly. we were not aware that he was receiving
donor tissue during surgery.We found
this out upon discharge from the hospital when they handed us the donor
"thank you" card.Immediately,
we felt a sense of gratitude that words cannot express.Our family will never forget the sacrifice
that you had to make.We are grateful
for the gift you gave our child and to our family.Every time we look at his scar, we will
remember the sacrifice that was made.
The Recipient Family
The didn't provide a name or
address so I'll never be able to write back like I could one of the corneal
recipients.But I will forever treasure
this letter.As I wrote on Facebook,
Paul had a number of active sons, too.I
know he'd be delighted to know that his body, no longer needed, is able to help
another family's son.
I don't know about referring
to it as a "sacrifice," though.It's not like Paul needed his body parts anymore.The only difficult part about the whole
process was answering the myriad of questions from the donor facility within
that first hour or so after Paul's death.
The way they harvest skin, I
was told, is that, with Paul, anyway, they took some from his legs and torso, I
believe.They then treat it with some
sort of chemicals and it "grows."Modern medicine is SO cool sometimes.
So, anyway, I'm smiling
today.And Readers - sign up to donate
your organs.There's no reason not to,
not when there is such a need.Paul
looked perfectly fine in his casket and there was no way for anyone to tell
that he was divested of his eyes, some veins and skin.And if he hadn't looked fine and we'd had to
have a closed casket as a result - that would have been ok, too, since the
greater good would have been done.
Speaking of Paul...I got his
grave decorated this week.When Sam and
I were at Hobby Lobby last week we picked out some things.I threw in a few Halloween decorations, too,
since Paul especially enjoyed the holiday.I'll take those down after the 31st and leave the fall decorations.I have a friend whose husband died and she
told me that every year she places creepy hands and other things around his
site because he loved Halloween, too.I
can't quite bring myself to do that.Honestly, I'm more queasy about Halloween since Paul's death than I ever
was before.I guess once you bury
someone death isn't such a light matter anymore.
Sam found a little skeleton
he wanted to put on the grave, but I just couldn't quite stomach the idea.All I could think about was Paul decomposing
into a skeletal state.I have no idea
where that process is right now.I have
a feeling he's still pretty intact, actually.But I nixed the skeleton.Then
Sam found some foam spiders so we went with those instead.
I just received word tonight
that my uncle died.My cousin facebooked
me about it.I'm kind of surprised
because he was quite a bit younger than his parents (my grandparents) were when
they died.I guess heredity isn't
everything.I'd like to make it to the
funeral, if possible, for my cousins' sakes,but I'm not sure.This next week
is going to be awfully busy.The funeral
may not even be in the state, anyway.He
hasn't lived here for decades.I don't
know why the news makes me feel sad. I
had no relationship with man at all, other than to know he was my uncle.But just the same, there is part of me that
feels bad.I suspect some of it is
because I'm awfully tired right now.But
also, I'm more sensitive to the subject of death since Paul died.Anytime anyone goes, it's kind of like
rubbing up against those sensitive nerve endings.
David swapped out the storm
door screen for the glass door we use for cold weather.I was SO impressed by this!I didn't ask him to do it, but he just took
it upon himself and did the job just fine.He's growing up.
Lizzie, on the other hand...I
had one morning this week where I had to get out of the house pretty early for
an appointment.I was not real happy
when I got up at to get Ben fed
and off to school to discover the girls curled up together on the couch,
playing the ipad!I shooed them back to
bed but it wasn't too much later I heard a crash from their room.Still, I wasn't overly concerned, until
Lizzie came downstairs and let me know her bedroom floor was full of glass
now.She had decided to turn off the fan
from her bunk bed, using the pull strings on the contraption. This decision
spelled the end for the glass light globe.The night before she has asked if she got too cold if it was ok if she
turned off the fan.I told her,
"sure," thinking she would simply flip the light switch.No, that would not be illogical - or as much
fun.It's much better to balance
precariously on a bed and try-y-y to reach a 5" string dangling underneath
"Well, I did it
before!" was her sputtering response when I asked why on earth she thought
this was a good and smart decision.Argh...
This week Paul's brother,
Michael, shot himself in the leg by accident when a handgun misfired (?) or
something.I'm not sure of all the
details.Will called him and got the
details after we learned about the accident on Facebook.He's going to be fine, but he did break his
lower leg and had to have surgery to implant some rods and plates.Paul would have had such a field day
teasing him about this!Those boys grew
up handling firearms from the time they were little guys and so for him to have
this accident is really surprising since they are (were) all so skilled at
handling them.But anyway, I was
mentioning to Ben that his uncle had been shot by accident.Ben looked at me and asked, "Well, when
is his funeral?"I guess I wasn't
clear enough when telling him the story.Poor kid. He's so accepting of death now.
David had a really, really
sore leg, himself (not as sore as Michaels, though, I'm sure) after playing
flag football Monday night. I think he said it came into contact with another
player's face. It gradually began to feel better over the next couple of
days.David expressed disappointment at
that and commented that he wished he had torn a ligament or something just so
he could brag about playing "really rough football!"Oh, brother...
Sunday I was driving the
Littles to a birthday party when they wanted to know how babies are made.Why do they want to know about these kind of
things when I'm driving?Or ever?I gave them my kid-friendly version of the
facts of life, but that's not good enough for my scientific, logical,
left-brained nearly 7 year old.From
there,the discussion rapidly moved
intothe arena of kissing, since I may
or may not have led them to believe that prolonged bouts of that lead to
babies.Lizzie and Sam wanted to know if
it's ok to kiss before marriage.We were
talking about that for awhile.Then Sam
said in his very decisive manner, "Well, when I get a girlfriend someday,
I'm just going to have certain times I kiss her.I'm going to need some privacy for that,
Mom."I'll try toremember that.
It's after 11 and I am so, so
tired.I was awake a little bit after 6
this morning with a nasty sinus headache.I got so tired that I actually fell asleep for about a half hour before
supper - unheard of.I do NOT take naps
during the week.I can't.I've tried, but it doesn't work.But it was enough to give me enough oomph to
make it this late.David has a friend
staying for a couple of days and Will is home.We all went to Pleasantville's homecoming game.They did well - 48 to 6.Tomorrow is the church's fall festival, which
ought to be fun.
It will be Sunday and I'll
hit the ground running for another week of life.My different life.My busy life.My good life.