Monday, September 15, 2014

This Girl

Once upon a time I met another pre-adoptive momma.  She told me a familiar story of pain and infertility.  Of waiting on God's time whilst shielding her heart in a time of pregnancy announcements a-plenty.  She shared with me her faith in what lies ahead and told me about her nursery in the making.  We connected over loss and hope soon-to-be-fulfilled.

She told me she's seen God all over everything though - from her contented heart to her beautiful niece, who, by the way, was a spitting image of her aunt.  "This was God's special little treat for me," she shared, "since I'll never have a biological child, at least I can still have a little person who looks like me!"

"How special!"  I said.  I had never really been sad about not having a spitting image of Herb or myself, ESPECIALLY since more often than not people just can't believe Levi's adopted because he "just looks so much like us."

And then I thought of my own little blessing of a niece, sweet Joelle.  Cue the warm fuzzies.

Yes, she looks like an exact combination of her mom and dad, but boy, do we share some similar characteristics, too.  Well, the three year old version of her and the three year old version of me, anyway.

This girl has my heart.  She is outgoing, she is funny, she is friendly, she is fierce.  I'm so happy that she made my little brother Dad, and love the ways she has changed him.  I love what her friendship means to Levi and I love the energy and excitement she has when our car pulls in the driveway.

Yeah, Levi, we all kind of feel that way.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Don't Look

My son, Levi, is a novice bike rider. In fact, the reason I haven't blogged all summer is because we were on a really long bike ride...just kidding.  But really this was the after lunch and dinner summer tradition. It's great exercise for him and gives me the chance to stroll hand in hand with his daddy.  It's a great season of life and I love this view.

Along the way of learning this new skill, we have had to remind him, almost daily, to keep his eyes facing forward.  As you know, if you are looking to the house with a cute kitty on your right, very soon your bike will impact with said house's lawn.  The little guy is getting great at steering and not crashing, and being the overly cautious kid he is, obeying stop signs is going fantastically, too.

So it was no surprise when he started commenting on my driving from the back seat, as if I was riding bike and our roles were, for once, reversed.  Stopped at the end of our road, I looked left, right, and left again, and began to turn right while I was still looking left (ever so slightly).

"Mom! Don't do that!" He exclaimed.

"Do what, honey?"

"Don't look where you're not going!"

Sage advice from a four year old. It has been lingering in my mind for days now.

Don't look where you're not going.... Focus on what's at hand, what's in front of you.  Do the next thing, take the next step. Stop worrying about what everyone else is doing, thinking, saying , planning.  Live a life worthy if the calling which you have received.  Finish the race you have started.

Don't look where you're not going.