Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Day Thirty: Releasing Love

We bite into our meals but Julie's talking a blue streak and forgets she has a gourmet burger in front of her. She wonders why her heart loves her little girl but she's not so emotional that it's wrecking her. She asks, shouldn't I be wrecked?  My husband and I remind Julie that she's experiencing an answer to prayer. She let go of Alexandria so that a beautiful couple could raise her daughter in a godly home and give Ali everything she would need for life. That resonated with this young birth-mother. 

We got to look after her in my home today because adoptive momma, Alicia is amazing like that. Alexandria turned two and I took photos of the one I'd caught at birth and cut her cord and sang "Jesus Loves Me" to in those first minutes. I'm so thankful to be a part of this unfolding story of  this releasing kind of  love.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Dearest Little One

 
Dearest Little One,
 
You are a gift we weren't expecting. We'd been in your life nearly since you were born but we didn't know then how God had it in His plan that you would live with us. This is our last full-time week with you and, when we settle into our routines without you, we will notice an empty chasm. Yes, we'll get more schoolwork accomplished. Yes, we'll savour the quiet. Yes, we'll jump up and run to where we want to go without a thought of naps or sippy cups or a stroller. But, we will pause when we make six snacks instead of seven. We'll glance at your empty little bed when the girls go to sleep. We'll talk in hushed tones after lunch and then realize you're not napping. We'll go to homeschool group, gym, dance classes and friends' homes without your raspy voice announcing, "We're here!"
 
We love to do your hair and put headbands on you like Mommy's.
 
Ashanti, you've grown so much these past few months. We celebrated you turning two and now you're more than two and a half! As often as we correct you, you call us Mommy and Daddy, simply because our kids do. You gained a large vocabulary here and your momma is proud. You learned to sleep through the night and stay in your own tiny bed. You use manners (most of the time) and no longer have half-hour-long screaming tantrums that we can't pull you out of. You are potty-trained. You know every one of our extended family members' and friends' names and consider them your own. Your momma loves this because she feels like they're hers too. You can fake sleeping like an award-winning actress, complete with heavy breathing. You sing your favourite songs like, "Jesus Loves Me", "Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star" and "Happy Birthday". You love the soundtrack to "Frozen" and can complete the lines in most of the songs. You can almost name the days of the week and can count to thirteen. Ashanti, we always brag about you to everyone. You are intelligent and have an excellent memory and seem to know where lost items are when one of us needs to find something (I wonder why :) Your momma is smart and strong and you definitely get those qualities from her. You have a new healthy caution for strangers when you used to scare us with your ability to walk off with anyone you didn't know. You love going for a drive, baths, cream cheese, pistachios, hamburgers, chocolate... well, just about every single type of food there is. You eat most of us under the table too!
 
Sweet girl, no one holds a candle to your darling disposition. You charm everyone you meet and people are consistently taken with your beautiful eyes and smile. You may turn without a moment's notice to a growling bear, but that's becoming less and less ;) You tattle on the kids because you kow all the rules and you like to be boss. Your favourite friends right now are Joella, Clara, Ava, Lily and Mayan. You speak of them often and know which one you're going to see as you notice landmarks on the streets. You're growing up. We've had the privilege of being witness to this and we're so grateful. 
 You love "Offie" as you call him, and want to do whatever he's doing.
 
You're a little afraid of the birdies still, but we'll fix that ;)
Okay, A LOT afraid. Here, you're covering your head and saying, "No birdies! No sit down!" You think they're going to land on your head.
 
Some phone pics of favourite moments...
 Weekly library trip with Mayan.
 Your crazy faces :)
 Playing police in Oliver's costume.
 Best buddy, Joella (who calls you, "Abanti").
 
 
 Sewing with Mama.
 In Mama's hot tub.
 I walked by and found you like this, casually brushing your teeth.
 "Painting" my urns with water. You loved it.
 Morning selfie with Auntie Heather.
 Visiting Uncle Terry at work.
 Getting sparkles with Ana at Joella's "Frozen" birthday party.
 Sneaking out of bed and realizing you're actually tired.
 Creating a snowman.
 Auntie loves you.
 Fun with Clara.
 Trying on boots in a store. You loved these!
 Schoolwork at Auntie Hilary's house.
 Ice cream with Mama and Papa at the beach for Papa's birthday.
 On a hike.
Uncle Terry and Oliver building your first bike!
 First tricycle! Don't quite have the hang of it yet :) 
Watching a movie with Emily (whom you call, "Sissy").
 
Little One, it's time for you to return to your momma but she has asked us to keep you on weekends and we have agreed. We are grateful for your precious life. You've added something to this home we couldn't have predicted. We love God's surprises! May the Lord bless your life and may you grow to be a godly girl and one day, a woman who hears His voice and follows Him.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Mercy At Bedtime

She snuggles her little afro into my neck and squeezes those chubby legs around my hips. Tucking her arms under her belly as she leans into me, signifies that this small bundle of energy has finally run out of whatever it is that fuels her to move without ceasing for most of the day. The warmth of her in fleece sleepers and the scent of baby oil on her skin calm me like nothing else does. I lay her limp figure in the tiny, white, toddler bed and with eyes still closed, she gropes for my hand and whispers, "Pray". The prayer spills easily from me and tears even come. It's been a long day full of  disciplining the limbs-flailing tantrums and cleaning up potty messes. I ask for mercy and patience for me and an obedient heart for her. She opens her eyes for a moment and whispers again, "I love you, Mommy" and pulls on my neck for a hug.
 
 
You know those snippets in time? The ones where all the difficult is swallowed up with sweetness that only comes from the mercy of God? I'd experienced many with my own children and now, I was grateful once again that all my efforts, productive or not, are redeemed by His grace.

Six months have passed since we've shared Ashanti with her momma. There is still no word from Immigration in order for Valerie to rest easy that she will remain in Canada. And so, we continue to be a loving, extended family to both.   
 
above three photos taken by my sister: www.truecoloursphotography.ca 
following photos from my phone...
she thought it was hysterical that Barbie can sit on the edge of the bathtub :)
snuggle with Mrs. Vos, who is teaching me afro hair techniques
Crying after I told her no more cookies. I played music to distract her and she fell asleep with tears streaming down. However, she danced as she faded off. Nothing can stop the groove of this girl :)
Ashanti, you are our entertainment. You keep us on our toes. You show us what love is all about. xo

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Doing Autumn

Before the snow flies, we take a few trips to the apple farm. It's not too far from our place so driving over on a whim is easy. We pick our own apples and a pumpkin, and maybe, just maybe, a caramel apple or pumpkin cookie. I stroll slowly past the eclectic assortment of jams and jellies in the shop, slide my hand across the freezer of uncooked pies. I settle on cheddar and jalapeno scones to add to the squash soup I've already made at home. My children race the wagons, climb on the rocks and swat the bees that buzz around the apple taste-testers. Then, as we pile back into the truck, we feel a little more like we've done autumn. 
 
Gratitude:
1674. for wagons and how they never outgrow them
1675. apples, a blessed variety!
1676. finding Uncle Warren working in the poly-houses and sharing our apples with him
1677. big "brothers" who pull really fast!
1678. little arms trying so hard to do what the big people do
1679. how these little things like finding the perfect pumpkin are still important to her :)
1680. the way he knows that getting her to help will make her happy
1681. enjoying another little one coming on all our adventures
1682. how she's grown so much we can laugh our hearts out at the same things till we cry
1683. the way he cares for her even without prompting
1684. his belly laugh that explodes from the simple joy of climbing on pumpkins :)
1685. how this "big" adores this "little"
 
"While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease." Genesis 8:22