|me and not my kids|
Admittedly, often my prayer life majorly consists of whining. This fall left me for the first time in nine years not falling under the title "Homeschool Mom." And while the bags under my eyes and my unbrushed hair (actually, that is its usual state of things) attest, I am just as busy.
But I am terribly lazy. And a procrastinator, and disorganized. So the life of family ease I had envisaged for this year was trumped by my inability to shower before nine and learn to make a complete grocery shopping list.
So I turned to God with my whines about having too little strength to tame my own wild self and organize a day properly. And He answered with...
NO, not my own baby. A teacher at the school where my children go, and that is just down the street, was looking for a family-type sitter situation for her nine month old. The little guy had not been thriving in the day care setting, and was for the present being shuffled between grandmothers while Mom taught. And another teacher, in inexplicable misinterpretation of character, thought I might do a wonderful job. So out of the blue, just before the last nine weeks of school was to start, she gave me a call, and I heard on the other end of the line the voice of God, saying, "Yes or Yes?," all Matthew Kelly style.
But when the Lord gives, He gives in great abundance, and that same week, another mom-teacher called...duh-duh-duh-dun...
A Brother and Sister
...And asked if I would watch her two little ones for half the day, before Momo goes to pre-k at noon. The other half of the day they stay home with grandma and nap. So I answered, why the heck not? Don't ask if you don't want to be given!
Being the resourceful and brilliant baby-master that I am, I now spend my mornings encouraging such activities as "Book Club." An excellent game that consists of pulling the coach away from the wall, filling it with books and pillows, ushering the little ones in, sitting myself down on the coach part, and I don't know...blog.
Backyard Nature: Find it and Glue it to a Box
Another favorite activity, all Charlotte Mason and whatnot, is called "Find it and Glue it to a Box." Guess what you do? You go outside, find stuff, and glue it to a box. It is a huge hit with the toddler crowd, if you don't mind combing Elmers out of many heads of blond locks for days to come.
The Payoff (Other than Spiritual)
One of my oldest and absolute dearest friends, my little sister of the spirit, is actually the newly minted editor of L'Osservatore Romano, weekly English edition. She has been living in Rome for, I don't know, nine years or so? Ten? And I, a card carrying amante de Italia, has visited her a total of never. Mary Nolan, sto venendo!
Unrelated Fascinating Story and Call for Prayer
|used without permission, oops! source at their blog listed below|
Enough of babytalk. Kinda.
A friend from way back in middle school, Dave Fantz, and his astoundingly brave wife Kristy, are currently in China to pick up their two adopted two year olds, Jia and Jude (a a name so, so, so close to my heart) to add to their family of six. They have brought two of their children with them, and the story and the hardships they are experiencing is just so enthralling, and they are generous to blog about it on their site: Born Anew in our Hearts. They could certainly use all the well wishes, encouragement, and prayer on this amazing journey. Here is just a snippet from yesterday:I have been praying for wisdom for our little Jia. Her behavior has been very much overwhelming and I have been questioning whether I was even capable of handling it. She is still so much on edge. For example, last night in the middle of night, Caroline woke me up and said, "Mom Jia thinks I am you". I look over and there was Caroline sitting up in the bed, Jia had her legs wrapped around Caroline's waist and her arms around Caroline neck for dear life like a little Koala bear. I tried to talk to Jia to come to me and pull her away....remember Caroline was the sick one. Jia starting screaming uncontrollably when I picked up her. Caroline reacted and said, "Mom, she is fine, so Jia reattached herself to Caroline and Caroline fell asleep with Jia on top of her. She was once again clinging for dear life.
St. Thomas More, St. Clotilde and St. William, patron of adopted children, pray for Jia and Jude and all the Fantzes.