Therefore I tell you, all that you ask for in prayer, believe that you will receive it and it shall be yours. ∼ Mark 11:24
Many of you know that we found out our oldest daughter has a hole in her heart. We began the process of getting her to Mayo for a procedure to repair it as that procedure cannot be done in the state we reside in. We have been worrying, praying, and waiting since August when we found out about her diagnosis: Atrial Septal Defect.
Today, I received the best news in all the world. She finally got approved for the procedure and it is scheduled for the end of January. I just want to send out our appreciation for all the prayers on her behalf. It means a great deal to us and I cannot express how grateful we are. Much love to everyone for any and all prayers, past, present, and/or future.
Everyone knows that my first child is graduating in the 2016-2017 school year. As any parent knows, milestones in our children’s lives can lead to a mix of emotions for the parent.
And I’m no different. I am feeling excitement and sadness and everything in between for the end of the school year when my son walks across the stage to receive is diploma.
My next-in-line 15 y/o son has reached another milestone in his life causing close to those same emotions flowing through me.
He attended his very first formal school dance, Snowball, as it is called where we live. This is a BIG deal to me, even though he says it’s not a big deal at all.
As much as it saddens me to see him growing up, it makes me just as happy. I am so proud of the wonderful young man he is turning into. He doesn’t give a lick about school, but he is so smart. He’s kind. He’s loving. He’s responsible – he’s held his first job for almost a year now! He’s got the biggest heart of almost anyone I know. He gives the best hugs! He’s got the most beautiful blue eyes and a wonderful smile. He doesn’t talk much, but he can always make me laugh. He doesn’t eat fruits or veggies — meat and potatoes kind of guy. He’s already making his mark on the world and I am blessed to call him my son.
His date for the Snowball dance is a beautiful little lady whom I adore. She’s a sweet girl who really cares for him. And that makes me happy. She and I have discussed the issue of fruits and veggies and between the two of us maybe, just maybe, we can get him to eat some 😉
I am one lucky momma ♥♥♥
The other day, my son stayed with a neighbor for a couple of hours because I had errands to run. He also happens to be good friends with her daughter. They go to school together although the daughter is a year ahead of my son. They’ve always gotten along so well. I love it! Anyway, the daughter is scheduled to have surgery and while with them for that couple of hours, my son offer this girl his help at school once she returns by “carrying her backpack or whatever.” He also told her that he’d “bring her any school work that she is missing just in case she isn’t able to return when planned.”
That evening upon my return home, and my son’s return, I called my neighbor to apologize for being later than I thought and send my prayers for her daughter with the upcoming surgery. During our conversation, she passed along the above conversation to me and let me know how impressed she was with his kindness.
I will tell you what, there are no better words in the world than hearing from someone how behaved, kind, and respectful your children are. It’s like a breath of fresh air! As I’m sure many parents do, sometimes I doubt my abilities as a mother so my neighbors kind words are much appreciated.
Anywho, just a small reminder that kindness goes a long way whether it benefits you personally or not, it benefits someone else. Isn’t that a goal we should all try to reach?
In honor of All Saints Day, here are the Eight Beatitudes as a reminder of how to attain happiness. I hope you all have a blessed day.
- Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven
- Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
- Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
- Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
- Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
- Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.
- Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
- Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Lord, make us all instruments of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, let us sow pardon; where there is doubt, let us show faith; where there is despair, let us have hope; where there is darkness, replace it with light; and where there is sadness, replace it with hope. I pray that we can especially offer love to all, forgiveness where needed, and mercy to all in our paths today. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.
Let’s face it! Parents don’t potty train because they want to. Potty training sucks! It’s frustrating! If you’re anything like me, patience is not one of your finer points.
When potty-training first begins, my attitude is, “Oh yeah, I’ve got this! We are going to breeze right through this.”
I’m on top of the world all day on the first day because accidents aren’t happening and the child seems to be doing pretty well. Then day two rolls around. The first potty of the morning is great. He/she normally goes potty without any argument. The next potty break hits a slight bump and he/she gets whiny, not wanting to sit on the potty or sits but refuses to eliminate. By the third or fourth potty break, I can feel my angst beginning to rise. By this time there may have been an accident or two. Frustration sets in.
And so it goes for another day or so.
My patience is wearing thin and the child in question is feeling a little impatient him/herself. We’re both ready to throw in the towel at this point.
But, NO! I can’t do it. The child needs to be potty-trained. He/she is old enough and diapers aren’t cheap!
So, I enlist my husband to help. For some reason, he’s an Ace and can get the little monkey’s to go potty, no problem.
I absolutely hate potty training, but we got it accomplished.
Psheeewww, one more time.
I can happily say that my youngest daughter is now P-O-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-N-E-D! Yay!!!
As I said, potty training it HARD!
It’s not fun!
It’s frustrating and makes me want to CRY!
It has to be one of the hardest jobs as a parent (at least in my opinion 😉 ).
It doesn’t have to be.
When potty-training, there are many different tips that one will try to accomplish the task of transitioning from diapers to panties/underwear. The ones that were most beneficial to me from the very first child to the last child, ages 3-17, include the following:
- Pray – Praying will bring peace to any aspect of your life, even potty-training! Pray, pray, pray. Ask for God’s help in potty-training. Ask for strength on the more frustrating days. Ask for patience on the less patient days. Give thanks for the chance you been given to potty-train your child. Just pray.
- Have Patience – As mentioned, I have no patience. However, I have learned that being patient and letting him/her run the show, much more will get accomplished. The less I fight with my child trying to force him/her to go potty, the less he/she fights me when it comes to going potty.
- Timing – I didn’t start potty-training until the age of 3. By this time, the child is waking up with a dry diaper and can voice when he/she has gone potty in his/her diaper. I have met many people who have their children potty-trained by age 2, but age 3 worked better for me.
- Enticement – Yes, bribing! Does it work? Once a child makes the connection of elimination in the potty rather than the diaper, bribing does work! It simply reminds the child of that elimination connection and will entice said child to keep using the toilet rather than their clothing, pull-up, or diaper. For my youngest that we just got potty-trained, we have gone through one bag of Starbursts. She’s a happy camper and I’m a happy momma 🙂
- Praise – As with most things in their young lives, children liked to be praised for their accomplishment. So, momma’s and daddy’s, don’t forget to praise your child when he/she potties in the toilet. Trust me! He/she will definitely want to keep impressing you if you gush on and on about what an awesome job he/she did. It also keeps building that trust between parent and child that is so important for a child’s development.
- Enlist the help of daddy – My husband was has been a lifesaver through each potty-training period. We, as it should be, complement one another in areas each of us lack or are not strong in. For he and I, his patience with potty-training is opposite of mine. Therefore, on the harder days of potty-training, he seems to accomplish the feat of getting the child to go potty without any accidents.
Remember, potty training is just as much a stress for your child as it is for you. The child doesn’t understand the concept, but he/she is willing to learn. Don’t give up, mommy, because you and your child will succeed.
Every morning my girls and I say morning prayers and every evening we all say prayers together before bed — we try to anyway. Sometimes the boys pray by themselves, but regardless, teaching children praying is extremely important to our family. Their salvation is just as important to me as my own.
Every day, hour, even every minute, there is something in our lives that we should be thankful for. Love is the best thing we can do for anyone.
As most of you know, my daughter (her story) was diagnosed ( the actual diagnosis) with a heart (hearing the murmur) defect a little over a month ago. We kicked it into high gear to get her to Mayo in Rochester as soon as possible. From what I’ve been told, it’s nothing serious as of yet (a little later in life the complications would be more detrimental), but as a mother, the thought of one of my children being unhealthy in a way that requires hospitalization and/or surgery just does not sit well with me. I’m sure this is true of most mothers.
Anyway, the appointment scheduled for tomorrow, but upon hearing from Mayo today with some concerns, the appointment got rescheduled for next month.
I. Was. Not. Okay!
Another whole month of waiting.
And waiting is not my forte!
I am not a patient person especially when it comes to something such as this.
I will be okay. She will be okay.
Over the last month I have been fraught with worry. Between her medical concern, my youngest daughter’s latest injury that resulted in 5 stitches on top of her foot, and the daily goings-on around my house, my mind has been completely engaged 24/7.
No. Such. Thing.
As I said though, she will be okay. I will be okay.
The worry that has been a constant since I found out about her condition, was finally laid to rest last night. During my nightly Bible reading (I am presently reading the Book of Luke), some verses really hit close to home:
Luke 8: 49-50….“While He was still speaking, someone came from the ruler of the synagogues house saying to him, ‘your daughter is dead. Do not trouble the Teacher.’ But when Jesus heard it, He answered him saying, “do not be afraid, only believe and she will be made well.”
I read that passage a couple of times. The words sank deep into my heart and I felt such a peace come over me. I usually read propped up in bed in the evening which was exactly where I was when I read that passage. As I said, I felt such a peace settle into my heart and I jumped up from my bed, a big smile and tears streaming down my cheeks as I hurried into the dining room where my husband was. I stood there, crying and smiling at the same time as I told him: “She’s going to be okay. Honey, she’s going to be okay.” He looked at me like I was temporarily insane, then he nodded and said, “yes, I know.”
Okay, you first have to understand that we had been in a disagreement earlier in the day and some of the animosity still lingered so the exchange was somewhat awkward, but the peace I felt in my heart remained. I went back to our room to continue my reading and he finished what he was doing on the computer.
Although the appointment got rescheduled, my heart is still at peace. When she does go to her appointment….She Will Be Okay.
In the mean-time, I know that God is with us. With her. Always.