Thursday, July 29, 2010

Kids Say...

Conversation with Regan at a wedding shower this weekend.
Regan: "Mommy, is this the showa?" (note the beautiful Yankee accent)
Mommy: "Yes, dear, this is Rance & Annette's shower."
Regan: "Mommy, I don't want the people to see me naked."
Mommy: (stifling the giggles)

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Thirty-One Gifts by Karen-lyn

I am excited about becoming a new Thirty-One Consultant this month. Stacy and I will be co-hosting a party together on April 1st, then I will get to attend another party for a friend April 4th, so two more observations of experienced consultants, and I launch with my first party on April 29th at my Mom's house.

We are planning to walk Mom's neighborhood and personally invite her neighbors. She has been wanting to have an opportunity to meet and greet folks in her neighborhood, but never really had a good excuse to put the details together. I think it will be fun to meet the neighbors with her, and share Thirty-One's wonderful products with them.

Many thanks to Rebecca for answering all my questions while I tried to make my decision. Also, thanks to my Uncle Wayne for his business advice and research on the company so he could offer sound advice. Special thanks to Robert for his patience while I get my little business rolling.

Goal #1 is to have a total of 6 bookings on the calendar by the end of May 2010.

Also, in keeping with the 31 theme...I have set a goal to lose 31 lbs by August 31. So far 1.5 lbs down, 30 to go.

If you are still reading this post and you are interested you can see my website at Thirty-One Gifts by Karen-lyn

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

What is REAL?

My favorite childhood story is about The Velveteen Rabbit. In it there is a passage quoting a conversation between the young Rabbit and the older, wiser Nursery Horse.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

Quoted from Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real by Margery Williams found at
Some of us are chosen for a special calling--adoptive parenting. There are many different reasons that lead families to grow through adoption, but there are a lot of similar experiences we share on each of our individual journeys. Sometimes words can be used for blessings and sometimes for hurt.

Proverbs 25:11 "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver."

James 3:8 "But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison."

Sometimes we are asked seemingly innocent questions, but the words can bite even when they come from the sweetest of people. When you have missed out on your child's first 9 months (or more) at times you can feel like something other than real. Even though you may perform all of the functions of motherhood, you somehow feel deprived, or even guilty that you missed out on a piece of your child's life.

I would admonish all of us to carefully choose our words. A Birthmother chooses life and chooses a family. A Mother picks up and continues what a Birthmother was not equipped to do at the time in her child's life. We make a lifelong committment to love that child with every fiber of our being, and to treat that child as if they had come from our own womb.

I find it curious that when there is negative news stories about adoptive families involved in heinous acts the articles are always quick to qualify "adoptive parents" or "adopted child." It hurts. We don't ever read "suspect injured a biological child" or a "biological parent." Why the distinction, unless there is still a negative connotation to adoptive parenting?

My friends will understand why I wept after hearing our daughter refer to me as her "REAL Mommy." While it may have only been a comment made in transition from make-believe to reality, for this Mother it was music to my ears.

Near the end of the tale we hear the Fairy say '...because he [the boy] loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."

I love my daughters.

Monday, January 11, 2010

"Perfuddled" = perplexed, baffled, bemuddled

Got a package today from Enfamil addressed to our "new" address. Uh, I didn't sign up for this stuff. Who has been listening in on our private conversations at home?

I can take this one of two ways. Like bad news, good news.

1. Satan is trying to get my hopes up to see me crash in disappointment.
2. God is trying to give me a hint that my dreams/thoughts are not just craziness induced by pre-menopausal hormones.

So, our prayers have been two-fold.

God, please either provide a miracle, or remove the dreams I have had since childhood. I hate for that to sound like Gideon's fleece, but as I re-read it, and that is what it sounds like. This is not my intent, just more of pleading with God for some finality.

Anyway, Robert says put the box on the shelf for now. Nothing expires until 2011, and that is a pretty long way off.

Just kind of "perfuddled" about how we got on the mailing list.