NLVWJC

This blog is going to be used to mainly keep up on my writing...whether it is the love story I haven't written but am living every day or a future one on our two adopted boys...

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Another God Smile.

Yesterday my 10 year old grandson missed the bus. I can see his mom, frustrated, upset, fussing at him for being late, or fussing at herself because she forgot to turn on the alarm clock (not sure which). She hurriedly rushed him into the van to make sure he was at school on time, not even changing out of her PJ's.

Her son safely at school, she pulled the van out of the parking lot and down to the next turn. Then she heard a strange thump, thump, thump. Her tire was flat, so she pulled into the nearest parking lot. Holding back the tears, she called the first person she thought of-me. I had just seen my sweetie take three young boys (including the younger adoptive son) into town to go see about getting their GED. He was much closer to her than I was, so after he dropped off the boys, giving them a little money to take the bus to the employment security commission after they were done, he went to pick her up.

In the meantime, her phone went dead. The owner of the business where she was parked offered her a ride home. She called my sweetie as soon as she was home to let him know she had received a ride. Her husband went with my sweetie to get a tire for the van, and then he went home and picked up the older adopted son who is staying with them to help with the tire.

Everyone was frustrated and wondered why such a bad day was going on. As it turned out, the owner of the business told her to have her husband come in and apply for a job. He did, and he got it. It's only temporary right now, but may work into a permanent job. When they went to get the tire, the man helping them knew the restaurant owner where the older son had applied for a job, and would talk to him and put in a good word for him.

So, think about this. If my grandson had made it to the bus, mom wouldn't have had a flat tire at just the right place. If those getting the tire hadn't been there at the right time to get help, the older son may not have increased his chances for a good job.

The major God smile in all of this? Mom had taken her son to school in her PJ's. It was very embarrassing to hitch a ride in your PJ's. You can't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I'm too little! (granddaughter, not me)

It has been a while since I posted here, but things are really busy with school, kids & grandkids (4 ½ of them now-another granddaughter due in March!). The three year old is the one that is just "too little"...

The other day she was crying, inconsolably, for quite a while. When her mom finally got her to tell mom what was wrong, she said "I'm too little"...the conversation was something like this...

"I'm too (sob) little (sob)"

"Oh, honey, why do you think that? What can't you do?"

"(sob) I (sob) can't (sob) fly! (sob)"

The poor little thing had been watching the Tinkerbelle movie. Apparently they lift up their arms and begin to fly, and she just couldn't do that. Mom took her to each person in the house and asked them if they could fly. Of course, no was the answer, but each one had to lift up their arms to prove to her they couldn't fly. She was having one of the first lessons where she began to learn that movies are not real life. It's amazing how sweet it sounds to us, but so traumatic for little ones.

It reminds me of a poem I wrote long ago for my sister, having her first child, a niece that is now 20, in her second year of college...

For Baby Girl

New life inside, stirring
Turning, dreaming of the
Outside life as she grows
Stretching, using her new
Precious limbs

Little baby, who will you
Turn out to be?
All my Dreams fulfilled come with
Loving you and you
Anxious Daddy-to-be

I want to give so much to
You, my little one, I want
To be all for you, all any
Mother could possibly be

Sharing your life, teaching
You hope, being there always
If only to bandage a knee
Or let you cry on my shoulder
When childhood dreams sour

How do I teach you so you
Won't be hurt by friends or
Mean little boys-when do I
Hold back to let you learn
All for yourself?

In days you will be here
New, helpless, perfect
If only in your parents' eyes
I pray that one day you can be
As happy as your Mother-to-be