This week at our house we have been through a life changing eye appointment (for the good), a teenage breakup (which is ok), a visit from Santa (awesome), a snow day (well enjoyed), a bomb scare at our high school (well, scary), high school finals (well, they are over), a grade school Christmas program (precious), and the start of Christmas break (WAHOO)!
As some of you may know Kaden doesn't always excel at school, and we may have learned one of the reasons why this week. His eyes don't work! You know what they say about mother's intuition, I knew something just wasn't right. We are dealing with sleep apnea as well, so they are a lot of issues in this little mans life. I won't bore you with all the details, but I took him to an eye Dr. this week for a developmental eye exam which is very different from a vision exam. He has no depth perception, yep that's right 0! No wonder he doesn't want to ride a bike! He has tracking issues, in a nut shell the letters "dance" all over the paper, he can't see rows, there is a lot going on, but he DOES have good vision?!? Yeah right? Well, we have a long road ahead of us, he will be starting eye therapy and hopefully we will be able to help him learn in a way that works for him. When the Dr. told Kaden it wasn't his fault, and there was help for him, you could see this little boys whole body relax, and a smile beamed from his face, I sat there and cried! We will keep you updated on his progress.
As for the rest of the week, it's pretty self explanatory. Never a dull moment. Just like I like it!
Thank you God for blessing me immensely.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
What's Your Story?
Above our front door is a sign that says-Home... Where Their Stories Begin
Today our 3rd son turns 9. Last week I was at a baby shower, I sat there thinking how did my children grow up so fast? I was just at my baby shower. Well, anyway it got me thinking about our sign and how true it is. This IS where their stories begin. We all have a story. We might not think it's exciting, we may think it's not worth telling, maybe we just don't realize we have a story to tell. Each of my four children came into this world with an amazing story, each birth very different, but each very amazing. And believe me they each have stories to tell! Some are great, some are good, some are hard, some are sad but ALL amazing. Our stories make us who we are, who we will become. Sometimes we wish we could erase a page of our story and re-write it, maybe make it more of a fairy tale. I realize I have a story, I know my mom remembers the day I was born, the day my story started. Most definitely pages I'd like to re-write. To save myself sadness or sorrow or hardship. But thinking about it, those hard pages, those are the pages that define me, make me stronger, better, wiser (maybe). So boys on those days you wish you could erase, remember you are writing amazing stories, every day a page of your novel. Good, bad, happy, sad and a whole lot of funny! All of us no matter our age still have a lot of blank pages, so I am going to add to my novel today celebrating 9 years with Carson! He already has an awesome story....and so do I. Thank you God for blessing me immensely.
Today our 3rd son turns 9. Last week I was at a baby shower, I sat there thinking how did my children grow up so fast? I was just at my baby shower. Well, anyway it got me thinking about our sign and how true it is. This IS where their stories begin. We all have a story. We might not think it's exciting, we may think it's not worth telling, maybe we just don't realize we have a story to tell. Each of my four children came into this world with an amazing story, each birth very different, but each very amazing. And believe me they each have stories to tell! Some are great, some are good, some are hard, some are sad but ALL amazing. Our stories make us who we are, who we will become. Sometimes we wish we could erase a page of our story and re-write it, maybe make it more of a fairy tale. I realize I have a story, I know my mom remembers the day I was born, the day my story started. Most definitely pages I'd like to re-write. To save myself sadness or sorrow or hardship. But thinking about it, those hard pages, those are the pages that define me, make me stronger, better, wiser (maybe). So boys on those days you wish you could erase, remember you are writing amazing stories, every day a page of your novel. Good, bad, happy, sad and a whole lot of funny! All of us no matter our age still have a lot of blank pages, so I am going to add to my novel today celebrating 9 years with Carson! He already has an awesome story....and so do I. Thank you God for blessing me immensely.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Liar, Liar Pants on Fire!
(Younger readers should refrain from reading this in the best interest of Christmas magic)
I despise lying. I have little or no toleration for it. My family knows it's the worse thing you could do to me. If you have done something "man up" take the punishment if there if will be one, and move on. Lie to me and you may unleash the wrath.
That being said...
My soft spoken 8 yr. old recently came to me and quietly asked "are you Santa?". Without even thinking I uttered the words "no, are you kidding me, do I look like Santa?" I received a very cute smirk and smile that unspoken said I just called my mom fat and jolly! That was the end of the conversation. I lied!! As soon as I started talking I had doubts about what I was doing. I hoped he could not sense a lie a mile a way like I can, I also hoped I was a better liar then he is. He couldn't tell a lie to save his life. (And we should all pray for him if he ever has too!) Then I realized that I've been lying to him his whole life. Guilt starts to set in. I am such a hypocrite. A selfish hypocrite at that. I only lied because I am not ready for him to be a non believer. Maybe he IS ready. On December 1st every year my children receive a package in the mail. In it contains a baggie of goodies for each of them to count down the days till Christmas and a very personal letter for each from Santa. These letters are theirs and it is up to them whether or not they share them. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. Carson was very anxious to read his letter aloud today. Santa expressed how he had heard the question Carson had asked me. He explained that it is ok to doubt. It's sometimes hard to believe with everything on TV ect... Santa also wrote to Carson that he knew Carson knew the true meaning of Christmas and that it really doesn't have anything to do with Santa at all. That Christmas is about baby Jesus and His story, and that some people even doubt His story. He explained that our world today is filled with doubters and that he doesn't want Carson to be one of them. Santa asked Carson to be his special ambassador and help spread joy this Christmas season. Only very special boys and girls are asked to be ambassadors. More lies. What am I doing? The sparkle in Carson's eyes just might be worth it. I haven't decided yet. I have decided though that is far more important to make believers out of my children when it comes to His story. So for now I have unleashed the wrath on myself. I am a liar, and I don't like it. I am a hypocrite and I don't like that either. Someday he will forgive me...the older two have =) Thank you God for blessing me immensely and for your forgiveness.
I despise lying. I have little or no toleration for it. My family knows it's the worse thing you could do to me. If you have done something "man up" take the punishment if there if will be one, and move on. Lie to me and you may unleash the wrath.
That being said...
My soft spoken 8 yr. old recently came to me and quietly asked "are you Santa?". Without even thinking I uttered the words "no, are you kidding me, do I look like Santa?" I received a very cute smirk and smile that unspoken said I just called my mom fat and jolly! That was the end of the conversation. I lied!! As soon as I started talking I had doubts about what I was doing. I hoped he could not sense a lie a mile a way like I can, I also hoped I was a better liar then he is. He couldn't tell a lie to save his life. (And we should all pray for him if he ever has too!) Then I realized that I've been lying to him his whole life. Guilt starts to set in. I am such a hypocrite. A selfish hypocrite at that. I only lied because I am not ready for him to be a non believer. Maybe he IS ready. On December 1st every year my children receive a package in the mail. In it contains a baggie of goodies for each of them to count down the days till Christmas and a very personal letter for each from Santa. These letters are theirs and it is up to them whether or not they share them. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. Carson was very anxious to read his letter aloud today. Santa expressed how he had heard the question Carson had asked me. He explained that it is ok to doubt. It's sometimes hard to believe with everything on TV ect... Santa also wrote to Carson that he knew Carson knew the true meaning of Christmas and that it really doesn't have anything to do with Santa at all. That Christmas is about baby Jesus and His story, and that some people even doubt His story. He explained that our world today is filled with doubters and that he doesn't want Carson to be one of them. Santa asked Carson to be his special ambassador and help spread joy this Christmas season. Only very special boys and girls are asked to be ambassadors. More lies. What am I doing? The sparkle in Carson's eyes just might be worth it. I haven't decided yet. I have decided though that is far more important to make believers out of my children when it comes to His story. So for now I have unleashed the wrath on myself. I am a liar, and I don't like it. I am a hypocrite and I don't like that either. Someday he will forgive me...the older two have =) Thank you God for blessing me immensely and for your forgiveness.
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