Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, May 8, 2009
Jonathan's school had Field Day yesterday. Parent's were invited, so how could I miss watching my little guy in action? It was very organized with tons of fun games and festivities, including water balloon tosses, relay races and tug-a-war.
Jonathan participated in everything, happily and willingly. He was part of the team in every way. He listened intently to directions, and joyfully cheered his team on.
One of the best things I witnessed was a game that they needed to pair up with a friend. Several students tried to be Jonathan's partner! He was not left standing in the middle of the field without a friend. I can remember my childhood The time when once I was the last person picked for a team. Not fun! But Jonathan is loved and accepted and wanted.
Monday, May 4, 2009
When we got on the elevator Jonathan said, "Man, this gentleman stuff has great benefits!"
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
As a Mom, I find that I'm often having to let go.
If I got a report card for Mommying, I'd probably flunk this subject. Letting go is not always easy. As a matter for fact, sometimes letting go is extremely difficult, even when it is about seemingly little things.
I have dark hair...well, God is in process of highlighting my dark hair, but before He was doing that it was a deep dark brown, almost black. I always admired blond hair, and although I'd never change the color of my hair, I guess I'm a bit jealous of those who have beautiful blond tresses.
To my surprise and delight, my son was blessed with blond hair. He was bald for a long time, but when he finally grew hair it was BLOND! I found that cute little bowl/surfer cut fit him so well. I loved touching it. I loved looking at it. I loved it. Just a melt-your-heart-cute-kid look.
This was then...
As Jonathan gets older...the blond hair is changing to more like blondish brown.
He's also outgrown the little boy look of the bowl/surfer cut.
Yesterday, Mama gave up the cute look. He's now got a more grown up, tousled look. Very appropriate for a 9 year old...
This is now...How did I get so attached to a hair style? And why are my eyes leaking as I write this?
Because inevitably this is visual reminder that my son is not so little anymore.
We seek, teach, pray, hope, desire maturity in our kids. We really don't want them to stay 3 years old forever. But then there are times we mourn the fact that they are growing up.
So yesterday was one of those big days for Mama. I conceded.
Big boy look.
However it doesn't matter
how old he is or
how tall he grows or
what size he wears or
what grade he's in or
even the grown up new hair style...
I will comfort myself with these words...
He'll ALWAYS be my baby!!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
"Pick me!!! Pick me!!!!" they all begged. Jonathan picked 2 boys for Monday, 2 different boys for Tuesday and then said, "I guess I need to give some girls a chance Wednesday." HA!!
It was so comforting to me to see that all the children clamoring to spend time with my son! And I think it helps Jonathan's self esteem to know that all the children want to be his friend.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Touch of the Master's Hand
It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
Hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three",
From the room far back a grey haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet,
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
All battered with bourbon and gin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Master's Hand.
by Myra Brooks Welch
Thursday, April 23, 2009
A few years ago, I was asked to teach a class for parents of newly diagnosed children. These families felt frustrated and had little hope for their children. I had an idea to make a PowerPoint presentation filled with pictures of my son, to document his progress. As he was growing up, we worked very hard to have beautiful pictures of him. Often (Always) we would take 30 - 50 pictures to get one we loved. The others were in files on our computer. Who wants to look at not-really-so-wonderful pictures that slap you in the face screaming there is something wrong with your child?
So in order to make the PowerPoint, I had to go through those files. What a shock! It became so obvious how far my son had come. You could see when LIFE was breathed back into my son. We are so grateful to Early Intervention for being there to help Jonathan. We are even more grateful to the dedicated teachers and therapists who have done more than required to help our kids. And we are ultimately grateful to the Lord for His touch on our precious son's life.
Today I finally figured out how to add music to my two year old PowerPoint Presentation (A miracle in itself!) and also learned how to convert the Powerpoint to a movie I could upload!
(First click the arrow to start the video. Then if you click the rectangle on the bar at the bottom of the video, you'll be able to see it full screen. Makes it way easier to see the pictures!)