I’m home
from another wedding. This time it was
my friend, Heather. I have prayed for a
husband for her for years. It was a
lovely, short wedding. I hosted the
groom and officiant at my house for two nights and then the officiant, David,
and I drove around yesterday running errands.
He’s a nice guy from San Diego – my age.
I felt bad for them having to use that antique shower upstairs, but they
didn’t complain. I think this was the
first wedding I’ve attended where I did not feel overly sad because of being
widowed. I don’t know if that is a sign
of healing or just because Heather is a good friend and I was so happy that she was happy.
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Let’s
see. Lizzie had her MRI this week. Her brain is nice and normal. The blood tests came back a couple of weeks
ago and her dr. called me and said Lizzie’s estrogen levels are “off the
charts” and she can’t believe that Lizzie has not yet started her period. Well, I’ve been praying she would not, so
maybe that is why. Our next step is
starting the drug. The dr. is applying
to the insurance company to find out which method they will approve. One side effect she made me aware of is that
the drug may cause weight gain. I’m
concerned about that because Lizzie is already a pretty sturdy girl – and self
conscious, to boot. The last thing she
needs is to feel even more conspicuous because she’s overweight. But, as the dr reminded me, she may not gain
weight at all. That’s just a possible
side effect. But if we don’t do the drug
then she’ll quit growing in height around age 11 and if she does that, it’s
pretty much a guarantee that she will become overweight then because of her
body type. She needs some height to
balance things out. So, it’s kind of six
of one, a half dozen of the other. If
she does have some weight gain it should stop once we take her off the drug in
two years. Being overweight is not the
worst thing that can happen to a person, anyway. But I would think it would make life more
difficult than it needs to be and I just don’t want that for Lizzie. But if she ends up heavier, she just does.
People come in all sorts of shapes and it has no bearing on their worth as a
person (a conversation we have repeatedly at our house).
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I did get
A’s in my last two classes. In fact, for
my final exam in World Lit, I got a perfect score – the only one in the class,
the professor said. I was able to go
into my test and read her comments. The
last question had to do with the depravity of man. That wasn’t how it was phrased, but she
wanted examples of humanity at its lowest from some of our readings this
term. It wasn’t a difficult question to
answer – it just took time. Fortunately,
this is a professor whom I believe is a Christian, too. I know I’m free to expound on spiritual matters
with her. One of our studies had been on
selections from the Quoran so that was a starting point for me, contrasting
that book with the Bible and then drawing in examples from our other
readings. So, the professor writes, You rock – you know that, don’t you,
Sarah? I knew I could count on you for a
detailed and illuminating response!”
It is nice to be recognized, even though I’m sure my own kids would roll
their eyes at the idea that their mom “rocks” at anything!
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Oh, and
David bought a car this week. This is
the first one he’s ever bought with his own money. He has been searching for weeks – months,
really. He found a really nice navy blue
’01 Pontiac Grand Prix. He bought it all
by himself. I went with him, but I didn’t
know what to look for. I was so proud of
him. He got a really good deal,
too.
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Last
night Ellie and I were at Walmart, doing some shopping for David’s graduation
party. As soon as she saw the clerk she
remembered that this was the nosy clerk we had 8 months ago (I remember it was
Sept) who wanted to know all about Ellie’s adoption. I mentally groaned but since we were already
in line and had stuff on the counter I didn’t want to find another check out
lane. I will next time. This guy, as I recalled from our previous
conversation, immigrated from Egypt last June.
He’s Muslim. Muslims do not
believe in adoption. He hasn’t lived here
long so he doesn’t understand that pointed questions about adoption –
particularly in front of the child – can be rude. He’s just curious because the concept of
adoption is so foreign to his culture. Last
night he almost immediately asked me if Ellie was adopted and I nodded.
He asked, “Did you get her from Africa?”
I said, she was from Des Moines.
Astonished he exclaimed, “But her skin is darker than mine!” I explained that her ancestors had probably come
from Africa, but she was fully American.
He digested this and then asked, “Why did her mother give her to you?” Ay-yi-yi…I briefly tried to explain that when
parents don’t take care of their children the state can remove them and give
them to different parents. At this he
seemed very concerned and wanted to know why.
I told him it can happen for a number of reasons – drug use, neglect,
abuse, etc. He then said to me, “Sometimes
my son is not respectful, so I take my hand like this, and I slap him. Will the American government take him away
from me?” I told him it was unlikely
unless he leaves bruises or makes him bleed.
He seemed relieved. Before we
left he asked Ellie her name and when she told him he smiled and said that his
wife is expecting a baby girl in September and they are going to name her
Elina. That’s pretty. But – Ellie and I had to talk again when we left and she
grouchily told me, “I don’t want you talking to people about me being adopted.” I don’t blame her. I explained to her that he doesn’t understand
because he’s Muslim – but yeah, it made me very uncomfortable, too. We’re going to steer clear of his check out
line from now on.
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So, last
Thurs. I had a ticket to go see the new Kendrick Brothers movie that they made
about parenting in conjunction with Family Life Today. It was only going to be in the theaters two
nights that week. I figured they would
be packed out so I paid extra to order my ticket on-line. They weren’t – I could have saved $1.50! But anyway, it was raining as I left home and
every few minutes the scary “breaking news” music would interrupt WHO radio letting
us know of another weather threat. Well,
I was heading towards WDM and as I’m driving up Hwy 5 they mentioned that there
were funnel clouds in the Jordan Creek area – where the theater is. Yikes.
So I called Will to get his opinion and he said he thought I’d be
fine. I was. By the time I got out there it was hardly
even raining anymore. So I went to the
movie and my phone kept vibrating every so often. It didn’t occur to me to check it. For all I knew, they were texts from stores letting
me know that I really ought to come in and spend more money. I have a couple of friends that message me
fairly often and I assumed it was probably them dropping me a line or two. Besides, you really should not take out your
lighted phone in the middle of a dark movie theater – that’s rude to the people
around you.
So I
enjoyed the movie. It follows a couple
from the time they learn their first child is on the way to their 50th
wedding anniversary. I really thought it
was a good movie. This couple doesn’t do
everything right in their parenting, but
they learn from their mistakes. I’d like
to get it when it comes out on dvd. When the movie was over, it went to a round
table discussion between the hosts of FLT, the Kendrick brothers, and Jim Daly,
who I think works for Focus on the Family.
They asked the movie attendees to take out their phones and text to this
number on the screen so we could get our hands on some parenting materials they
had available. When I went to do that I
saw that I had all kinds of messages from different people and most were saying
things like, “Are you ok?” Oh, no! I figured it might be a good idea to leave the theater at
that point! I got out to the lobby and
made a hurried call to David who assured me all was well and I still had
children and a house. A tornado had
headed towards Swan, but I don’t think it ever touched down anywhere. In fact, half my kids went storm chasing while
the other half huddled in the basement under the Foosball table. It was pouring rain as I drove home and the
closer I got the more I could see small branches and leaves on the
highway. But there was absolutely no
damage in town, thankfully.
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The worst
thing that happened this week with Ellie is that Lizzie told me she caught her
sister looking at pornography on her tablet.
I was devastated. Ellie deleted
the history so I couldn’t go back and see exactly what it was – if Lizzie had been
exaggerating or maybe it wasn’t that bad.
And maybe it wasn’t. Perhaps it
was just naked or near naked people. Maybe it was an accidental click. But the fact that Ellie deleted her history
tells me that she knew she shouldn’t have seen that. Although, since then she keeps trying to
act all innocent, telling me, “What? I already know what naked people look like.” Obviously, the internet is gone for her – every
bit of it. I spent some time messaging a
friend who has dealt with this same issue with one of her daughters, gaining some advice and
encouragement. I know I should probably
talk to my pastor about this, but I just don’t have time right now to meet with
him. I wonder if he would even have any
understanding of the RAD mind, anyway.
One night this week, some people came to look at my camper that I’m
selling. Ellie was out there and it was
sickening to me to watch her. She put on
a total performance – very cutesy, using baby talk, prancing around and just
soaking up the attention of these strangers, who of course, were only too happy
to indulge this pretty, adorable little girl.
They didn’t know they were feeding right into her manipulation. I wanted to throttle her. Ellie is so, so smart and she’s gotten very adept
at saying things and asking things that point out her physical attributes in a
way that serves to make Lizzie look less attractive, less cute, less thin. And I feel like I’m walking a line here
because my emphasis has always been on the heart. From the very beginning I’ve stressed to the
girls the importance of having a beautiful heart – nothing else matters. But yet, if I do not compliment Ellie,
someday she will find someone – probably a hormonal adolescent – who will tell
her exactly what she wants to hear because she didn’t get it at home. Coupled with that is Ellie’s
hard-heartedness. For awhile there I
thought she was getting closer to making a salvation decision, but that seems
so unlikely right now. She will even say
things like, “Yeah, I’m going to Hell someday” and “When the rapture happens, I’m
just going to have to take care of myself.”
I’m so
scared for her. I love this child. As awful as she is (right now, I’m back to
making her follow me around the house because I can’t trust her to obey. In fact, she’s told Lizzie repeatedly, “I
only have to obey when Mom is watching”) she has my heart. And right now, she is crushing it. I look to the future and I don’t want to
borrow trouble. I know that I need to
live each day faithfully – “Sufficient unto the day are the troubles thereof…”
without leaping too far ahead. But at
the same time, I know that nothing good will be in Ellie’s future unless she
surrenders her hard little heart. She is
going to hurt herself – and so many other people – if she doesn’t. I have
spent so much time in prayer this week,
begging God to save my little girl before it’s too late. But she has to make that decision
herself. I don’t know. My friend suggested that she and I start
getting together to pray for our children with similar struggles. I think I am going to take her up on that.
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Maybe
there is hope for Ellie.
I can’t
choose her path for her. But if she
continues on this trajectory, it will be in spite of me. I am not going to hand her over because I can’t
see that things won’t ever improve. If
Satan is going to have the victory of Ellie’s bad choices, it won’t because I
didn’t fight for her. I’m going to do
everything I know. I will read the books
and I will keep taking her to therapy and I’m going to keep paddling her bottom
and grounding her from everything I can and speaking God’s truth into her
life. If she goes – it won’t be because
she didn’t know better.
And most
of all, I will be praying for her. I
will never, ever quit doing that.
Motherhood:
the hardest job I’ve ever done – for so many different reasons, on so many
different levels.
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