Wednesday, December 31, 2008
As tagged by a number of different folks -- here the story of my year, using the first sentence of the first post of each month.
Brett and Thomas took off with a friend for some "manly" activities at a Store for Tough Guys called Rural King.
Your Language Arts Grade: 100%
The fact that you are reading this letter means that you are considering an adoption plan for your child.
This picture is from Sunday night. ----------------------------->
Guess who figured out how to roll over yesterday?
Ever have one of those weeks where you have so many things to blog about that you don't even know where to start?
First of all, THANK YOU for all the prayers you've lifted up for Brett over the past six weeks.
One of my favorite Austin restaurants is now closed.
We visited my grandparents yesterday.
The kids and I lived through Halloween together.
We have been parents for five years now.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Today is our fifth family day.
Here is a link to a sermon I preached where I talked about our trip to Guatemala to adopt Thomas.
I love our little boy and can't believe that he has been with us for five whole years.
The best Christmas gift I ever received -- becoming a mother!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Christmas Season has the capability to stir up all sorts of memories and feelings -- some pleasant and some not-so-pleasant. In speaking with various clergy colleagues over the past couple of weeks, it seems that the combination of this terrible economy, the stress of the holidays, and plain old grief has coalesced into a big mess in many families and congregations. I've seen a couple of examples at Big Church. I know GGF has seen her share. My oldest son is really anxious and whiny about Christmas this year -- the anticipation is almost beyond the point where he can enjoy it.
Our Director of Christian Education began our staff meeting yesterday by reading us a portion of that lovely Peter Marshall sermon titled "Let's Keep Christmas". The sermon concludes with these words:
nor 'observe' Christmas.
We will 'keep' Christmas -- keep it as it is . . .
in all loveliness of its ancient traditions.
May we keep it in our hearts,
that we may be kept in its hope."
I hope that the next week is particularly kind to all my friends who are working to make the church a safe and welcoming space during this holiday. I hope that those traveling to be with friends and family are not automatically placed in whatever role their presence assigns them within their family system.
Brett is at the pediatrician with Baby D for his 12-month checkup. I will report later on the massive baby growth. Right now I am happy to be in my warm house, feeling slightly less puny than I did yesterday. I am going to try and blog more often in the new year. Adding a third child to my household has made things a wee more complicated!
Thanks to those who continue to blog my regularly. I do read and keep up with all of your activities.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
We have been parents for five years now. For all of those five years we have parented children who are not of the same race as we are. This year has added a new twist to this situation -- we've become the parents to a black child. And sometimes it is hard for me to remember that people who say disparaging things about black people -- like our president-elect, like black people they do not know -- don't realize that they are also saying things about my child.
I feel tired tonight. This must be what it feels like for people of color all the time. I am becoming more aware of the implicit racism that exists just below the surface in ways that I could forget about in the past. I feel embarrassed to even consider the times when I did not speak up but should have.
But it is not about me -- it is about my children. So I am trying to learn how to do things right. The Mama Bear side of me just wants to be angry and lash out, but then certain things happen that help. I feel like God intercedes with a bit of grace.
A woman at Big Church is an 80-something African American woman. She is amazing in a number of different ways. Today she told me how much she loved me, loved my family... and we also had a great experience yesterday (see our new family blog: The Hendricksonians).
But I am having a hard time letting go of my anger right now. Please pray that some hearts are softened and my kids can live in a place that is more like that new heaven and new earth we pray for each Sunday. Please pray that we can be good parents for our beautiful, beautiful babies. I love them so much.