Monday, May 16, 2011

Two Awesome Giveaways for that Special Child in Your Life!

I am excited to share with you a new site that I just found.  In addition to being a cool site, they just happen to be hosting two giveaways right now.

Please take a moment and meander their site and check them out!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Blankets are Baaaaaack!

Yup, sure enough.

The mama is going into blanket production once again!

The first 5 have just rolled off the assembly line, ready for your cuddling pleasure!

Each cozy delight measures approximately 45"x60" and is lovingly crafted from flannels, cotton knits or a "minky" style fabric.

You won't be disappointed with your blanket, if past recipients are any measure.  I have teens still thanking me for their blankets that they have used since they were babes.

The price, you ask?  Each blanket costs me from $15-$20 in supplies and nearly $10 to mail.  I will leave the monetary decision up to your heart.  Remember that each penny that is sent to me helps transform an orphan into a beloved son or daughter.

Won't you please be a part of an orphan's life?

Feel free to contact me directly to place your order or if you have any questions!

Now Guess How Many?????

Haaaaaapy Birthday to me!

Yes, I am!  Zabi-Chu is SIX!!!! 
Seems like Chicka is really studying that 6 in anticipation of hers to come!

Can't you just feel that joy???

Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Invisible Mom!


It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The Invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! 'Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?'

Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer,'What number is the Disney Channel?' I"m a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.' Some days I'm a crystal ball. 'Where's my other sock? Where's my phone? What's for dinner?' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history, music and literature- but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going...she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription; 'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work; 1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. 2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their building fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, no one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. NO act of kindness youve done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd build a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he'd say, 'You're gonna love it there...'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.

I took this from a friends blog and wanted to share it will my blogging friends as well!

Friday, May 13, 2011

To Be 101 Years Old

For real - 101 years old!
 Grandma turned 101 this week.  What must it be like to have seen the world change so much before your very eyes? Sometimes I feel like the world is changing so fast that I can't keep up - can imagine what it must have been like in 1910?

 For Grandma's birthday, she wanted to visit the house where she was born.  A cousin contacted the present owners and we were invited to tour the VERY restored home.  It was beautiful inside and outside - they have done an amazing job.
original "lace" window

Mom and Grandma

Dancing and singing are the delight of one of our daughters every moment of every day.  The other daughter usually goes along, but mostly has other ideas brewing.  Fortunately, Dad will generally pitch in as a partner!