When I got a dog, I wanted a dog that was good with kids. Not just any kids, but with my nieces and nephews. I remember thinking how cute Dutch was as a puppy, but the most common phrase spoken to me when I got her, was “look at those paws!” I never thought to ask to see her parents, consider her full-grown size nor do much research on her temperament. I followed my more compulsive quick to love nature and found her, paid for her and scooped her up and took her home!
I wondered how I would ever train this over sized, clumsy, energetic puppy who grew longer, taller and wider before my eyes, to be gentle with children…
A picture is worth 1000 words and so today I am going to share a few of my favorites….I can say my wish was granted and this over sized, clumsy, energetic puppy who grew longer, taller and wider before my eyes, is very very gentle with children…and I am delighted!
Jean Marc has amazed us plenty in they seven years since he joined our family. He was just a year when he came to live with my brother and sister-in-law, but he has a keen awareness of Haiti and a very insightful perspective in the day-to-day and a great sense of humor. Today during dinner he asked if we remembered his original last name….
That started a very delightful conversation.
Jean Marc shared that he planned to live in Grand Rapids when he grew up.
He would live on Aunt Trish and Beppe Dot’s street because it was quiet and peaceful.
He would only need a small house for him and his son.
I began to inquire about where his wife would be in that picture. He shared, she would move in a year later after he and his son were used to each other. His son would be adopted from Haiti.
His home will have two bedrooms and the workout room in the basement like Aunt Trish’s home.
He does plan to go to college and then work at Taco Bell, because that is his all time favorite restaurant.
Oh, and when we asked him what his son’s name would be, he said without much hesitation. I think his name will be Bob the builder.
And with that, we see this 8 year old’s awareness of adoption and rescuing children who do not have a home or a family….
We see this 8 year old’s security in wanting to plant his roots in a home which is quiet and peaceful and near family….
We see this 8 year old’s perspective on education and his plans to attend college and pursue his favorite line of work. (I do believe that he will dream beyond Taco Bell in the coming years)
And we see this 8 year old’s innocence and humor as he throws out the name for his adopted son from Haiti….
Jean Marc is a gift to our family and a delight to be with. I am thankful God’s divine intervention in his life led him to us!
Sonta and Jean Marc were adopted by Len and Marcia as a sibling pair. Jean Marc talked today about his birth parents (of whom they have pictures) and his older brother. Jean Marc has shown interest in knowing more about his family in Haiti. An amazing concept for a young mind…
Won’t you join me tonight in saying a prayer of protection and peace for birth parents, at home and afar, who wonder about their birth children. Their sacrifice is a gift….and by the grace of God, we have been blessed!
I spent a wonderful evening with my two nephews and 3-year-old niece. There is always much conversation and often I am listening to 2 or even 3 conversations at a time….
It is very evident that Johanna, age 3, is very fond of her mother. She was adding a new twist to that tonight. She started many phrases with “my Mom said…”
My Mom said I don’t have to sit sideways on the potty any more….
My Mom said I could go swimming with you….
My Mom said I could leave my bedroom door open so she could find me…..
My Mom said I could have a snack….
My Mom said it was ok if you read me a book…
My Mom said you should walk more quiet on the steps…
My Mom said you can take a nap in her bed…
Now, I can assure you that Suzi did not have conversations about all of these things before I arrived to babysit.
As I was going through the bedtime ritual, Johanna would ask me, Aunt Trish, do you know how to turn on my music…
Aunt Trish, do you know how to turn my fan on….
Aunt Trish, do you know how to turn off my light…
Wow, Aunt Trish, you are almost as smart as my Mom…
And I smiled big and thought of all you Moms…
I know that your child(ren) may not always hold the same respect and awe for you as they get older, but may you always cherish the moments from when they were three and four and clung to your every word!
I have heard about the extra mile ever since I was a child. I can honestly say there are times I have chosen that and likely many more that I didn’t even really give thought to the extra mile. I have learned as I have matured and risked, that going the extra mile for or with someone can create unforgettable moments.
I have learned that going the extra mile is sometimes very simple and other times, going the extra mile requires some significant decisions and sacrifice…
I have learned that when someone goes the extra mile for me, deep gratitude bursts in my soul….
And so today I saw this post on Facebook and it got me thinking about the tragedy that exists in these words…
How might life be different if we all went the extra mile in some fashion?
I do know that often the extra mile invites me to sacrifice something, because somehow the invitation has a way of sneaking up, often at a time that feels inconvenient….
And so, I am reminded, through this simple statement, to consider the extra mile in my day-to-day. I would love to find that it is a crowded place where I find many of my friends and family.
I pray we will all find the joy in going above and beyond and delight in others who offer us the same!