When I was in high school child care and development class, our final project was to write a book called, “The First Five Years.” It was supposed to be a summation of all the knowledge we had gained about the development of a child from birth to the age of five, and an introduction to correct research and publishing etiquette. To make myself appear old, I will note that I was the only student who typed mine.
Fast forward to tomorrow, and I will be marking the culmination of the first five years of my own child’s life, my darling daughter. She has taught me more about life, patience, love, joy, and God’s grace than I could recount. I love this kid beyond words. These first five years have been a crazy mix of tears, hugs, kisses, nightmares and scraped knees, princess crowns and sprinkles. As she turns five years old, I sense that it’s the dawning of a new era for her. She’s obviously much more grown up than her initial year, but beyond that there’s something I can’t quite put my finger on that makes it seem as if five years old is an epic change.
We intend to begin training her towards adulthood now. Something to the tune of the account we read on the Frame and Poythress blog, but geared more towards a daughter. I’ll be the first to admit that this is new territory for me, as is everything with her since she’s the oldest. So, as usual, I will be struggling to figure it all out as I go. However, we believe it is best to make the transition to adulthood a journey with concrete steps, goals, and tests, so that it will be obvious that she will be able to handle the responsibilities, and a time for celebration when she (and her brothers) do reach that stage of life.
For now, while she’s still four these last few hours, I will simply choose to remember and celebrate all that God has blessed us with through her.
Gusford just turned 3! I can hardly believe it. He is the sweetest child who truly lives up to his name. In lieu of a party this time, I wanted to have as many enjoyable experiences with family and friends as possible. So there were dinners, doughnuts, superheroes, and a trip to the farm spread out over the whole month of October. Continue reading
I have been studying and praying about taking the Japanese Language Proficiency Test this December. I was getting super worked up about it, unable to decide which level to take, because there’s this feeling of guilt over what I feel I ought to be able to accomplish that I couldn’t shake, and a fear of regret over spending the money on travel, lodging, study materials and the test itself if I were to fail due to being overambitious. Continue reading
Recently, our church has seen the departure of what turns out to be about half of our congregation considering the number of people we began with. In one of the last services we had together with those who were about to depart for the mission field, new jobs, and other destinations, I decided to move away from the seat I originally chose in order to go stand and sing beside someone I consider a good friend. It’s always better to sing with someone, after all, especially if they are leaving next week. We happened to be singing “Shadows” by DC*B ft. Lecrae, and I was overwhelmed with praise for the God who brings us through our trials. I was arms-raised and weeping overwhelmed, and I was not alone. There is a unity the Holy Spirit brings to Christ’s church when we truly worship together. It is beautiful and solidifying, it breaks any fear we have of separation because we know we will be worshipping together in Heaven. Worshiping the same God, all of us. It’s glorious, and glory-bestowing on the one who made it happen, when we praise Him together. Continue reading
My Friend’s Homebirth Story.
Originally posted on Journey:
Baby Monk Monk just turned 3 months, so I guess his birth story is “old news.” Bunkee is sleeping through the night now (unless I just jinxed that!), he’s down from 8 or 9 feedings a day to 6, I’ve started working at my new job, and things are starting to settle down a little. In my last post I promised to tell our birth story; whether or not anyone wants to read it remains to be seen, but I’m telling it, starting today and finishing it sometime before Chumpkin turns 30. I think.
We were waiting anxiously for something to happen. My due date came and went on Sunday before Thanksgiving without even a smidge of a labor indicator. My midwife had warned me that first-time moms often go late, so I wasn’t too surprised that Munchie was a little late. The emails, texts, and facebook messages piled up…
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My mom recently asked me out of the blue if I was pregnant. I was quite shocked. I mean, I just had a baby three (almost four) months ago. She then began asking about my friends. I had to know why and to my surprise it was because my baby name book had been left out.
This book has turned heads before. It’s how Will Jackson knew we were having Bug. (And it was on a shelf when he saw it.) On the other hand, I have had one family member walk into my home and use the bathroom right after I had taken a positive test and left it out on the counter. This person was completely oblivious, and very surprised when we told her a few months later.
So let me set things straight. I love onomastics. Go ahead and use a dictionary if you need to look it up. It will make you smarter. So, if I meet someone whose name I don’t know the meaning of, I will look it up within the day.
So the baby name book is out on occasion. Continue reading
Not personally being afraid of clowns myself, even this guy made me jump a bit. So, I thought I’d share. We still have the couch, thankfully not that clown.