Reflection in another's joy

SO Today is another day and the scene is picturesque. Makes me reflect today. As chit chatting with another mom so thrilled for her little girl "LAUREN" turning 22 today. We smiled and for just a moment be mind slipped into a rewind mode.

The giggle of our littlest blessing toddling in circles and laughing and allowing to recall what brought us here to the place we call "HOME."

Yes My little Emily was the age Hadassah is NOW when we moved here and it made me in a sweet way wish I could start all over there again. Yet there have been to many deep wounds that have taken place in the past nine years. However in the midst of those storms came HUGE BLESSINGS that wouldn't have taken place had these years since November 2000 had been non existent. Okay so this place now called 'home' is my history. One that has cured my love relationship with the one who matters the most very real.

So as I watched Hadassah 'dance' while Pam reflected her joy for her daughters' birthday I came back to the moment, took a deep appreciative breath and listened to her joy which gave me a smile. Pam's joy became my joy. Her thanksgiving gave me a chance to realize how sweet my history gave the exuberant joy of realizing that Life is full of rainbows that come after or even during the storms in this tapestry we call LIFE. With my true Love at my side LIFE is a win ~ win!

Today is a picturesque - and I LOVE IT!

W, W, W, W, W AND H

Head and Shoulders

Knees and Toes.

Her head is so full of ideas

Her shoulders carry much upon them

Her knees are still fresh with vitality

Her toes are balancing her walk through life

Eyes and Ears and Mouth and Nose

Her eyes sparkle with the wonder of it all

Her ears hear many things

Her mouth so charged with expression

and ready to speak

Her nose enjoys the awe of it all

Who will be her guide?

What road will she choose?

Where will she go?

When will she see the journey?

Why?

How will she lean upon the one that matters Most?

All with the full amour prayed from the moment we knew of her!

what

What does one say when her child desires to be heard as an adult? What does one say when her child runs to someone else for advise, yet doesn't even give you a chance to talk or communicate clearly? What does one say when an earnest "question" honestly turns into an accusation of "you don't trust me" however, another can respond with "no" and the same type explanation - yet it is totally understandable? What does one say when others communicate details and have expectations of your child, questions can be asked, yet the child is understanding with them? What does one say when the child IS TRUSTED by oneself, and out of love the parent just wants the child to be held with dignity and love by others but the child sees it differently? What does one say when desiring to protect the child's character? What does one say when asking for forgiveness? What does one say? What does one say when a child "talks open and honestly" with another for motherly "advise"? What does one say after years of praying for their child's life & the child sees it as "not letting her grow up"? What does one say to the response, "I don't have to tell you everything?" but finds out some other adults know more about her life than you do? What does one say?

She says, "I STILL LOVE YOU!", "I AM PROUD of YOU" and "Abba, Father God is Amazingly preparing you for Who you ARE - HIS CREATION" that's what she says. Then allows her to fly.

Waffles

Yikes! Have you ever walked away from something and then remembered it later.Well the dilemma this morning we ran out of Milk. I thought No problem I had already made a batch of Pancake and Waffle batter (always keeping it available for something quick to make).

So after being informed we had no milk, getting everyone ready for their day and all were gone I went ahead and poured batter in 3 sections so that Hadassah and I could eat together. Much to my surprise she wasn't wanting to stay in the highchair. So I thought to myself "we have a minute or two" so I preceded to go to the bedroom to get my ??? then became side tracked with all the "to do's" to accomplish. A bit later I "smelled" what I had forgotten . . . . "Oh no our waffles!!!" I ran to the kitchen and opened the griddle to find THIS: Hard as a rock and BURNT to a crisp!

I hope this isn't what the rest of today is going to be like. No, it won't be because it is a new day and I choose not to be negative but live life as if it were the first!

New Eyes

I LOVE LOVE LOVE EYES! As many of you may already know. So to write right now is difficult for me. Monday was so rich with NEW Beauty. Birds singing melodic tones of bliss, the slight wafting breeze that whisked our hair about our face, the kiss of sunshine upon our dermis and the shade that developed as the sun danced a slow waltz through the sky during our picnic adventure.

Then early evening the words came, "They hurt mommy, they really hurt." "What baby, what hurts?" "My eyes, they hurt and scratch." As I was working on her beautiful chestnut silk, straight hair. "Close your eyes then and image the view as if you are dreaming" and with a deep drawn breath she laid her head softly on my lap with a pillow as my hands worked like crochet needles to finish the task at hand. We went inside and rinsed her eyes with warm soothing water, patted her face dry with a cool washcloth then a warm shower. She fell deep asleep.

Her eyes and face were pink the next morning. Sad with the evidence that the spring was beating on her complexion with a fierce vengeance. We washed her up got her ready for the day. Same routine with more care and a "SPA MINERAL BATH" to soothe her body and her emotions. Sleep came again.

Once again she awoke this morning with the pain of eyes glued shut. Frustration loomed. When she came quickly down the stairs we all could see . . . Spring had be ravenous and closed her eyes swollen shut. My heart quickened but my body remained calm. Cool water, soft caressing the face with a soft washcloth, and an embrace that wanted to squeeze all the impurities out of her system. Relief came after devotions of being an encourager. We all became tender, and the eye drops came out to cleanse and gently soothe where no hands could possibly touch. Her shoulders let free the stress and she relaxed. One drop came but with difficulty to trust what may come. The second drop accepted with warmth. "Aw www that feels much better, MOMMY Thank You. I feel like I have new eyes." Off we sent her.

May her new eyes return home fresh, alert and back to seeing clearly without the itch. I wish I could give her mine eyes. I love you sweet one. When rebirth is hard in the new season, the joy will come later, after the growing pains pass, but until then Mama is here to Love you through the pain of your new eyes.