I am now 46 years old. It seems like every year I have to comment on
how much I like or dislike my new age. I’m
not so crazy about the number 46, even though it’s an even number. I think “45”
sounded better. Even “47” seems a little
more appealing than “46.” 48 and 49 do
not really excite me, either, because those numbers seem especially middle
aged. 50 actually sounds kind of good,
too. I know – I’m slightly “off.”
My birthday was fine. It was on a Saturday this year. Arien had a lingerie shower that afternoon at
Janie’s, her sister-in-law’s. So I went
to that and had a nice time. That
evening we all went out to eat and then came back to the house to celebrate…with
the cake I made. Someday, maybe I won’t
have to make my own cakes anymore! That
just seems wrong. Maybe it’s because I never had to make them
when Paul was alive. I don’t know. Anyway, it was a good day. I think people like me, if I can judge by the
amount of cards I receive on my birthday.
Even the next day at church all kinds of people were telling me, “Happy
birthday, Sarah!” How do they know it’s
my birthday? Church calendar, I suppose…My
favorite card came from Lizzie in which she listed out “46 Things I Like About
You.”
# 7 You are generous
#11 You are conpshanot
#12 You are a good typer
#13 You have lovly hand righting
#18 You are probly very beataful on
the inside
#19 You don’t look old
#23 We live in a clean house
#25 You are a princess in my eyes
#30 You always have a good reason
#31 You always smell good
#35 You give me and Ellie preaty hair
styles
#36 You are brave. You are smart.
#38 You are like superwoman
Some of these make me laugh and some
just make me smile. But #46 about made
me cry
#46 The thing I like most is you are
my mom
How I love this girl!
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Yesterday Sam told me that he has
decided to be like Anne Frank and start his own diary. Jokingly I told him that was good because
then if something tragic happens to him, we’ll always have his diary to
remember him, just like Anne. “Well,”
said Sam, “We’d better hope that nothing tragic happens for awhile because I
just started writing today!”
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Last night the kids’ Patch choir
performed. Normally on Sunday nights we
tend to dress down but I have the kids wear their Sunday morning clothes on
Patch nights since they are up on stage.
Sam really got into preparing last night. He tucked his dress shirt in, buttoned up his
vest, and slicked his hair off to the side, spraying it down with
hairspray. I wasn’t surprised when he
asked if I could take his picture. To my
surprise, he then turned to the girls and said, ‘I want you in the picture with
me.” Lizzie already had her fleece
jacket zipped up over her dress and Sam began gently taking it off her. Something about the sweetness of that gesture
touched me. Then, he lined everyone up
and they posed for pictures in my messy kitchen. Before he went to bed Sam asked if he could wear
the same clothes to school today. I told
him that was fine, although I suggested switching out the dress pants for
jeans. He even wanted to wear his dress
shoes. So that’s exactly what he did
today. I hope nobody made fun of
him. I remember Dorothy telling me that
sometimes when Paul was in school (both his public school and Christian school
years) he would always want to dress up, too.
I should share that with Sam.
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David said a couple of weeks ago he was
playing Aggravation with the Littles when I was gone. He said Ellie just could NOT get out of base
so he jokingly suggested she might pray over her dice. To his surprise, she immediately bowed her
head and asked Jesus to give her a one or six.
And wouldn’t you know it – her very next roll was a 6! He said she was super-excited – I bet!
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I think I’ve mentioned before how I
often watch one of the retro channels
before going to bed at night. I’ve seen
lots of older shows I enjoy – Family Ties,
Three’s Company, Good Times, One Day at a Time, Doogie Houser, Wings,
etc. On Friday nights they’ve
started airing Maude. I’m not super familiar with the show. I think I even have yet to watch an entire
episode. I’m not going to, either. I have been really turned off by Bea Arthur’s
character’s condensation to her husband, Walter. She is SO superior and condescending to that man. This was the 1970s so I suppose Maude was written for all the
ERA-loving, divorce-seeking women of that generation who were coming off
growing up with shows like The Donna Reed
Show, Leave it to Beaver, etc. But,
yuck! What really sickened me was a
scene I saw the other night where Maude has discovered she’s pregnant. That means she must have been in her 40s,
although she looks so old in the
show! She has a 27 year old daughter who
is living at home after a divorce. So, if she’d given birth at 18, she would be
45 – I guess that work. Anyway, Maude is
very upset about the pregnancy and her daughter is advising her mother to just
get an abortion. She tells her mom that
it’s “her body” and she doesn’t have to anything she doesn’t want to. It just sickened me. I couldn’t watch any more. If this is what women were taking in in the
1970s and then teaching their own daughters – no wonder we’re so messed up a
generation and a half later!
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I have had two massages now – one specifically
for pain and the other one was what they call a “Swedish” massage – one hour of
niceness, I called it. Although, the
next day my neck was sure sore – she must have hit some tender muscles up
there. I’m still having pain every
day. But it’s not to the point that I’m
living on Advil or anything like that – maybe 2 – 3 on really rough days, which
isn’t bad. Last Saturday was a rough
day. But then Sunday was a good
day. Today my left shoulder and side of
my neck is pretty tender but my left leg isn’t as numb and painful as it
usually is. You get used to things. Anyway, I never wrote about how I found this
massage place. I had mentioned 5 or 6
weeks ago that I had begun to pray one day about the pain and then the very
next day an overseas friend mentioned that her shoulders were feeling better
after a massage. That was kind of a
lightbulb moment for me. I had never
thought of massage before, but I had no idea how to go about finding a massage
therapist. I mentioned that on my
blog. One of my “go-to” friends (she has
all kinds of solutions!) messaged me that day telling me this was really
random, but she had read my post and then one of her FB friends had happened to
mention that this massage place in Urbandale was really helping him. So I checked them out on-line and found all
sorts of good reviews (not just on their site, either!). I really like them. They are all women, they’re not exhorbitantly
priced, and I am moving better as a result.
Actually, I am suspicious that I may
know at least some of the source of this
chronic pain now. In December I was put
on 2 rounds of Levofluxin for that terrible sinus stuff that I had for a good 6
weeks and couldn’t shake. It was 2
different doctors that prescribed it and both asked me if I was a runner. When I said I wasn’t they said well, that was
good, because sometimes this drug could cause tendons to rupture. But since I didn’t run, I would be safe. This blog post began making the rounds on FB
one day last week and it made my blood run cold: Story There’s nothing I can do about it now and
there’s no proof that my symptoms are a result of taking the Levofluxin. But the timing seems to line up. Anyway, I won’t be taking it again. But, I am suspicious that I may never be
completely pain-free again.
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I spent last Friday in Omaha with
Kathy at the spring craft show. It was
one of our best times yet! I am blessed to have a friend like her. She told me her youngest sister and family,
including 2 toddlers, are now in Nepal doing missions work and are thinking
about making it a permanent move. She’s
worried. Raw sewage floats on the street. Violence is a regular occurrence. I reminded her that what we do for Christ on
this earth is all that really
matters. All this other stuff…is just
stuff. And besides, the safest place to
be is the center of of God’s will. But –
that’s easy to say when it’s not my sister or my nephews that may be in harm’s
way or only seen in person every few years.
I ended up buying this metal flower (aobut 5 feet tall) with the stem
made out of rebar – red, among a few other things. It gave me the inspiration to start
decorating my rock beds that I made last summer. So I think I’m going to look for other things
to put out there. All this stuff that
will have to be gotten rid of when they move me into a nursing home someday…or
it will be the stuff that people find 10 miles away when a tornado wipes us out
someday. It's just stuff. It doesn't matter. But it does make me smile in the meantime.
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The days are busying up again. Like they ever quit! It seems like every day I have more and more
stuff to put on my calendar. David has
Prom Alternative next weekend already.
That completely sped by me.
Normally, we are planning the boys’ outfits by January! So, we got that taken care of this
weekend. All he wanted was a new tie,
anyway.
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One of my FB friends posted something
unique the other night that really made me think. Actually, this is the lady that was the
speaker at the Single Parent Provision dinner last Dec – the widow with 6
kids. She said something to the effect
about how crazy we are about our own children.
We would do anything to ensure
their happiness and success in life. God
feels that way about us, as His children.
I had never put that together in my mind before. I know God loves me, but He’s as nuts about me as I am my kids? I mean, I would sacrifice anything for them. I’m
willing to inflict pain on them if it’s for their good and growth. I'd wear shoes with holes in them so they could have a new pair. I'll give them the last cupcake. I would even die for them if need be. I suppose God did do that, didn’t He?
That’s really kind of a neat thought.
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Well, I need to keep moving. I always have to do that – keep moving. I am taking out corn rows and twists
tonight. Will will be here soon. He’s helping me with math and I am helping
him with a report on Christianity as seen in Uncle Tom’s Cabin. That’s
kind of an interesting report topic for a secular college class! He didn’t choose it, the professor did.
PS: I changed the blog template. I should know better than to do this right before bed. I'm not sure if I'll keep it. I was just ready for something new - actually it had not occurred to me that I was ready for something new until Blogger told me, "Hey - come look at our brand new templates!" I always end up frustrating myself when I try something new on here...
Sarah, I always love reading your blog posts. How you find time amazes me! I have a hard time keeping up with my blog and I don't have so much on my plate. I love the truth about how much God loves us. It is true that I would gladly die for my children. And I know God uses the kids to help me strip away my own selfishness as I balance their many needs with my own wants (and needs.)
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