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Titus at 9 months!

Since Ty was born, he’s kind of been my neglected child.  Most of my time and energy seems to be focused on making sure Manu and Micah are getting along.  But he has been so laid back!  I’m not sure if I can attribute Ty’s chill personality to God answering my prayers or because he’s just so used to being left alone and has learned to be content.  It really boggles my mind.  I think the Lord knew that if Ty wasn’t an easy baby, I’d lose my mind.  So, I’m very thankful that the Lord gives each of us only what we are able to handle.  Definitely an act of grace.

He sleeps so much and so well.  He takes about 3 naps during the day and he goes to bed around 7pm.  Unless something is really bothering him, I just lay him down and he goes right to sleep.  Every morning at around 8am, he wakes up to his 2 big brothers climbing into the crib with him and bringing in all sorts of toys and stuffed animals.  They all sleep in the same bedroom…and they love it.  I know he’s probably starving, but he just plays with his brothers until I come in to get him at around 8:30-9am. 

Ty rarely cries.  When he does, after about 10 seconds, he’ll just pop his left thumb in his mouth and lay down wherever he is.  Sometimes I probably take advantage of this because at times when I’m supposed to feed him, I’ll end up leaving him in his highchair or on the ground with toys for sometimes up to an hour as I frantically finish up other chores or things to do.  He just waits patiently.  The good thing is that he has finally learned how to pick things up with his fingers so he can eat some cereal while he waits.

Ty eats anything.  He has never not finished a container of baby food and he has never rejected anything that was given him.  Once I decided to blend up some fruit for him to mix in with his rice cereal.  We had an old plum in the fridge that needed to be eaten, so I got that.  When I cut it in half, it was kind of brown and translucent inside, but it didn’t look rotten or anything.  So, I pitted it and blended it up and fed it to Ty.  (I know, I don’t know what I was thinking.)  He made a few faces and I assumed it was because it was sour.  But he kept eating and eating…not excitedly, – he’s never been super-excited about eating food – but faithfully, as opened up his mouth when the spoon came near.  I decided to taste some.  It was the nastiest, sour/bitter-tasting plum ever.  It was probably as good as rotten.  I actually apologized to Ty for feeding it to him.  But I just can’t believe that he is just so laid back!   

Ty is growing so nicely.  At his last doctor’s visit, both his length and height were in the similar percentile- in the 90’s, and his head was quite small.  I think it was like in the 45th percentile.  That has been unique for us since the other two boys had fairly large heads or at least heads in proportion to their bodies.  It makes Ty look like a mini person.  He is squirming around on his belly to get around now.  He can get up on all fours and take one lunge, but then he plops onto his belly and scoots to get to his actual destination. 

Sometimes he baby-talks, but usually Ty is quiet.  There have been times when we thought he was mimicking one of us, but it’s kind of hard to tell if it is just a coincidence.  He loves calling for me…especially when he’s hungry.  And he’ll copy me when I ask him to say, “more, mama”.  He is so sweet. 

He is very cuddly and loves to be held.  Manu and Micah always try to make him laugh mainly by tickling him.  Ty has a pretty good poker face, but when he smiles, it’s contagious.  With 6 crooked, gapped teeth, his smile closely resembles an old farmer who lost some teeth and never saw an orthodontist. 

At times, I wish he could stay like this forever!  But my curiosity is just too strong to know just what kind of boy Ty will become and how his personality will fit into our family. 

Here’s a short video we made of Ty at 9 months. 

I’ll Never Be the Same

I think in many mothers’ experience, there comes a point, post-partum, where we say enough is enough. Our newborns are no longer newborns. In fact, many of our “newborns” are crawling – nearly walking! And we recognize that we still have that extra baby-fat hanging on for dear life, anywhere and everywhere we least desire. Well, I got to that point after each of my babies, but after Ty, I made a decision that I would indeed reach my pre-pregnancy weight and be that athletic, fit girl that I used to be in college.

Late this morning, I had the privilege of going for a run. I need every opportunity I can get to burn extra calories! I nearly fainted by the time I got back, but I survived. When I got back in, I went in the bathroom to wash up. Every so often, before jumping in the shower, I take some time to gauge how much progress I’ve made on recovering the shape of my body. This is one incredible entitlement that mothers get to experience. Within a fairly short timespan, you get to see your body grow and change with the knowledge that a life is growing inside you. After you give birth, that bulge is gone, but your body takes a while to slowly shrink back to a normalized state. (I know, it doesn’t sound pretty…and it really isn’t.)

As I was standing in front of the mirror, the sunlight from the window was shining on me in such a way that I nearly gasped. I knew I had stretch marks, (especially after carrying Micah), but what I was staring at in disbelief through the mirror was something else! These marks were so ugly! I never did really care about my them before. Thoughts ran through my mind. Forget about the marks, what if the loose hanging skin never goes away?! It is very possible…especially after 3 fairly large babies. How embarrassing this would be if anyone would see this! And that 6 inch horizontal keloidal scar on my lower abdomen…I felt like I could star in some sort of Frankenstein film.

Momentarily, I thought about different options:  Maybe I should get lotions/creams to minimize the appearance of my stretch marks and scars…Maybe if I built enough muscle there — I’m doing sit-ups everyday!…I just need some plastic surgery!

I immediately realized how silly I was sounding in my own head and I was brought back to reality as I wondered why I cared so much about it. I jumped into the shower…and began to think.

I was reminded of Jesus and how much His body had to endure. If we believe that He forever enjoined Himself to the human family, it would be silly to think that when He ascended to Heaven, He changed back to exactly how He was before. He not only has scars. His body is not the same. There were consequences for His decision to come down to earth and save us. I don’t believe Jesus ever looks upon His body with shame or remorse. In fact, based on my limited knowledge of my Savior, I can imagine that Christ looks at His now imperfect body with a sense of joy…a sense of hope. His suffering bought the price of the entire human race. For Jesus, it was more than worth it.

My emotions suddenly shifted as I felt so honored to have just a taste of Christ’s experience. It seemed so selfish for me to view my body with such disgust. After all, it was to give life to my greatest treasures. It was a privilege that Jesus didn’t have to give me. And I too, will never be the same. I smiled to myself as I considered this: With my scars, I gave my boys life. With Jesus’s scars, He gave my boys life eternal. If Jesus is keeping His, I want to keep mine.

From that point on, I began to view my scars in a different light. Yes, they will be a reminder of the privilege of motherhood. But they will be much more now. They will be scars of hope, that together with the scars of Jesus, my boys will not have been born in vain.

“But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when His glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.” 1 Peter 4:13

Adventures in the Shenandoah Valley

This past week, our family took a road trip to Virginia for SVA’s fall week of prayer.  From our home, it was a total of nearly 17 hours of just driving time.  So, for us, it was more like 20 hours counting fill-ups, eating, nursing, and potty stops.  It was a beautiful drive, though, and thankfully, the boys did great.  It was also nice that our parents live about halfway so we we’re able to take a pit stop there. 

Jen is an amazing teacher at SVA and so that’s how Israel got the invite to speak there.  We were so impressed by the beauty of not only Virginia, but also the campus!  It looked more like a mini-college campus.  The teachers and kids were great too!  For the weekend, Amy came over from UVA to hang out with us and we had lots of good conversation, relaxation, and fun.  It was one of those trips that reminded us of the blessing of true Christian friendship.  We’re going to miss you girls!

The boys really loved it there.  Jen lives just a couple of houses down from the school so we spent lots of time outside walking.  The neighbors let the boys play with their toys so Manu and Micah rode on their tricycle and drove their mini John Deere tractor around.  During this trip, Ty’s creeping has improved in both speed and form.  He enjoyed pulling Jen’s books out from her bookshelf and finding particles on the floor and putting them in his mouth.  And how could I forget…we all got acquainted with how to play the nose flute.  (It is a legit instrument…you should google it!)  Manu and Daddy are getting to be quite good.  A nice man from church gave each of the older boys a nose flute, complete with instructions on how to play.  We learned an important lesson that wasn’t included in the instructions:  No one should attempt to play the nose flute with a runny nose.   
  
The last couple of days we spent outside in nature.  The girls took us to an overlook that was breathtaking.  And, our trip wouldn’t have been complete without a meal at a Thai restaurant.  The three of us girls were able to spend some good quality time hanging out and having fun while Israel spent some hours in Jen’s room finding his roots.  But we may all be adopting “his” culture too.  It’s just a matter of making that commitment. 

What topped this trip off was that Ty learned to speak his first sentence!  He was getting quite fluent at saying, “mamamamama” but in the car he actually learned how to say “more mama”.  He said it several times when he wanted more food.  It was right at his 9 month birthday which makes his speech development a Ramos record!

We have a lot to remember…

Playing on campus


Discovering the “Gum Tree”…and learning that, tempting though it may be, it is NOT okay to take a piece of gum from it.

Meeting up with Auntie Amy at the school sign

The founder/history of SVA

A female praying mantis that we found on the window of the ad building!

In front of Jen’s house on Sabbath morning getting ready to walk to church

Daddy & his boys.  Manu is practicing the nose flute in this picture.

An evening stop with the girls at a local favorite while Israel was putting the boys down for bed.

Hanging at Jen’s place

Auntie Amy, Micah, Manu, and some animal friends

The leaves starting to change!

On the way to the lookout

A short stop for a wilderness survival lesson from Miss Song:  How to whistle using an acorn cap.

Daddy & Micah at the lookout

Ty wondering where the view is

Overall, God truly blessed our trip.  Students made decisions for the Lord, we had a blast spending time with friends, the weather was perfect, and the landscape just beautiful.  We couldn’t ask for anything more!  (Except for maybe some new brake pads…)

Thank you so much, Jen and Amy, for everything!  God bless you both there in Virginia and continue to be a light in your schools.  You are amazing women!
 

Golf, Our New Family Sport

My parents, in recent years, fell in love with the game of golf. Not only have they excelled in it themselves, they have taken the time and effort to teach us (-as in every member of our family-) this sport that we’re learning to appreciate.

During our most recent trip downstate, Dad took us all to the range. The boys were able to break in their new golf clubs that their harabuhgee handcrafted for them.

Here is a short video from that trip:

The Case of the Forgotten Wallet

Prologue:

Last week, I was downstate at my parents’ place before Steph & Jeff’s wedding and before we road-tripped it to the lovely Shenandoah region. (Israel is the speaker for SVA’s fall week of prayer…it’s really beautiful here!!) My little brother came over to hang especially since our sister, Julie, was moving to Guam soon. Well, to make a long story shorter, we ate, slept, golfed, and played my parents’ favorite card game called “hula”. Now, our family typically doesn’t promote the habit of gambling however, between family, gamble is what we do. Most of us see it as an opportunity to help each other financially…as this story will prove.

The Case of the Forgotten Wallet

Last Friday, Julie’s flight to Cali was early in the morning. I was going to take her and Justin so graciously let me drive his car…since he didn’t have to work until later. My sister and I left at about 6am while everyone else was still sleeping. (Although she did wake everyone up to say bye.) I drove her there and then headed home. What I didn’t realize was how much construction was going on on the way home! The ramp from 94 to 275 was closed. But I must have missed the sign because next thing I knew I was beginning to see signs for Ann Arbor exits! With no phone and no GPS, I ended up taking the unabridged scenic route home. Not only that, but I was panicking because I didn’t want to make Jutin late for work since I was driving his car. By the time I got home, the gas was also running low, but the good news was that Justin was still sleeping. I woke him up and he rushed off to work.

Later that day, I received a phone call from Justin. He went to the gas station to fill up gas, when he realized he didn’t have his wallet! He had left it at my parents’ house! When I asked him what he did, he shared how he still had his hula earnings (in cash money…that’s how we roll) in his pocket so he was able to pay for some gas. Good thing! Well, I found his wallet at home and stuck it in my bag so I would have it the next time we met up.

On Saturday evening, I was talking to my sister on the phone and I decided to drop by Target to get a few items. The boys were in bed already and so I took my dad’s car and headed over. The number one item on my list was sweets to give my boys as an incentive to do well at the wedding. Then I wanted to look into getting one of those belly bands to help me fit into all of my pants that are slightly too small still. I’ve refused to buy any new pants that are larger than size 6. So off to Target I went at 9:15pm.

It was nice to be chatting on the phone with my sister and strolling through the store in complete freedom and independence. I got snacks, sweets, gum, and the BeBand. I pretty much got carried away with the time. And the next thing you know I heard some announcement about the store closing. So I got off the phone and headed over to check out. But none of the registers were open. I momentarily panicked as I realized I was the only customer in the whole store AND they had already locked up the store! One guy spotted me and said,”We didn’t know you were in here! But we can open a register for you.” Apparently the announcement was for store employees! Whoops! I thanked him and he asked another lady to check me out. So, she reopened the register and as she began scanning my items, all of the employees congregated by that register…it seemed like they were going to have some sort of meeting or something. Then, my worst nightmare occurred.

Before she was done scanning all of my stuff I went into my bag to get my wallet. No wallet. My palms became sweaty and I felt myself turning red. Inside I was panicking. I kept looking and looking. Not only did I not have my wallet, I was the last customer in the store and the store had already closed like 10 minutes ago and they were all waiting on me! All of the employees were staring at me and I didn’t know what to do.

Then, I spotted the hula cash. It wouldn’t cover everything, but I just handed it to the lady to buy some time. THEN, I spotted Justin’s wallet. I knew he was poor but after paying half of the bill with the hula cash, I figured he should have enough money to cover me. No cash in his wallet. Only a couple credit cards and his debit card. I told the lady I had to make a phone call. I wanted to make sure this transaction wouldn’t result in any overdraft fees for my bro. If so, I’d have to go through the embarrassment of choosing which items I could afford and which ones to return…They’d most likely have to redo the transaction all over again and they wouldn’t be too pleased. I tried calling Justin but no answer. Of course. Now the group of employees were starting to get impatient. So, I just grabbed Justin’s bank debit card and swiped hoping it’d go through and that they wouldn’t ask for ID. It did and I zoomed out of there. I was the last car in the parking lot.

The morals of this story are simple but multitudinous:
1. Bring your cell phone while driving.
2. In Michigan, keep in mind that there is always construction on all major freeways.
3. Don’t let your gas level get too low.
4. Remember to keep your wallet with you at all times.
5. Sometimes it helps to have an extra wallet handy.
6. Even if you forget these things, a little hula cash can save the day!

Epilogue:

I did end up getting in touch with Justin later that night and the card that I used was fine. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven’t paid him back yet. I’ll have to do that when we get back…

Imanuel’s First Swimming Lessons

Last month, we decided to sign Imanuel up for the swimming classes that they were having at Michigan Tech.  It was for 2 weeks – Monday through Friday from 11am-noon.  He was in the pre-school aquatics level 2 class and it’s really amazing to see how much progress he made in just 2 short weeks.  Imanuel even had to skip 2 days of class because we went on a trip!  Today was the last day of class and Imanuel was very sad to say goodbye to his teacher, Laura.  In his words, “She is so nice and pretty.”  (He uses the words “pretty” more in the context of character rather than physical beauty.)  She is a wonderful teacher.  She taught him the basics of swimming as well as the confidence to be in the water. 


Swimming lesson in session

Imanuel’s biggest fan

Getting ready to jump off the diving board!

Swimming in the deep end

During an open swim, with plenty of inspiration from his cousin, Jacob, and extra coaching from Daddy…

Tio Juan and cousin Jacob came all the way from California to spend this past week with us.  Post soon to come.   

I Have Decided

This post is dedicated to my sister (family doc) and sister-in-law (pediatrician) who have helped me make many of my decisions.  Thank you for being patient with me in answering my questions and concerns.  I feel so blessed!

Since our firstborn came along, I was faced with something I’ve never, ever had to deal with before.  Although I had read close to a dozen books on parenting, the gravity of it didn’t sink in until he came along.  I, all of a sudden, had to make every decision for my baby.  It truly felt as though the destiny of my children rested in my hands.

There were many aspects of this that were quite easy.  We already had a name for him.  We had read Adventist Home & Child Guidance several times through.  We were willing to do anything to first and foremost ensure his salvation, but then after that things got a little blurry.  The decisions got more and more difficult to make.

Circumcise or no?  Should we get the no-chemical diapers?  Which is better: binky or thumb?  Do we want to get them vaccinated?  Homemade baby food or store-bought?  Should we go organic?  Are fluoride drops safe?  Allow any TV or videos?  Should we get a babysitter?  Toys during church or no?  Is giving Benadryl on a long plane ride drug abuse? …and the list goes on and on.

There is a lot of hype going around about many baby-related things.  I remember being so overwhelmed by having to decide all of these things for my child, particularly when you have so many women peers bringing up these issues with a determination to convert you.  There is a super-sensitivity that parents have when it comes to how to properly raise your babies…actually, I’d say a more accurate word is anxiety.  And it never did help that the first thing many turned to to get our information was the Internet and all of the “research” out there.  Our protective instincts seem to assume that the world is out to get our babies and do them harm and only an elite few have the honest answers.  (Maybe it’s just an Adventist thing.)  It’s like we’re out to find “new truth”.  It’s amazing how easily we are drawn to conspiracy theories risking much for the slight chance that it may be true.  I know, because in the past 4 years, I’ve gone through all the extremes and back again and sometimes again…even if it was just in the dark recesses of my mind.  It can be quite torturing. 

Well, I have made my decision:          

I have decided to follow the Bible, Spirit of Prophecy, and yes, the doctors in my life.  No more Internet perusing or believing those news headlines.  I’m so thankful that God has blessed us with so many intelligent, faithful doctors in our sphere whom we can call at any time.  Unless there is proven research on a topic that has the attention of the medical community, I am going to take these “concerns” or “developments” with a grain of salt.  I am no longer going to stress nor engage in these issues that a loud few are so passionate about.  I’m sure they are very sincere and they may have some evidence, but it’s not going to be something I turn into a salvational issue. 

In our day and age, technology has definitely increased knowledge.  But this has opened up so many doors for devil’s rabbits.  (Colporteurs were here last week so I thought I’d use that analogy in honor of them…what a waste of time!  🙂  I don’t want to fall into that trap of fear and paranoia again.  I know God doesn’t want me to live like that.  It takes faith to believe that these negotiable decisions are not what determines God’s ultimate will for our children.  He hasn’t designed motherhood to be so challenging that we are spending hours upon hours on a decision that may have minimal effect on our kids’ lives.  We have more important things to focus on.  I believe we must move on.

So, here’s to a new life of human effort combined with divine power and a faith that cannot be moved.  Our best, however sorry that may be, is enough to beckon God’s grace.  He is strong enough to cover and even reverse our weaknesses and failings.  It’s a miracle that only God can perform and it makes me feel free.

“Now unto Him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you FAULTLESS before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy…” Jude 24

Family Camp 2010

Last week, we had the privilege of going to Camp Au Sable for family camp.  Thanks to a tip from Stephanie, , Israel was asked to be camp pastor for that week so we were able to enjoy what the camp had to offer…which was much, much more than what we had imagined!  This was a first for our whole family since none of us had ever been “campers” before.  From swimming at the water front to listening for the bugle that called us to meals, the boys had a wonderful time.  The boys went to “Kids Kamp” for ages 0-7, in the mornings, which was a good & educational experience for them.  They had activities like visiting the fire station, going to Hartwick Pines, going inside an ambulance, and lots of playing.  Micah was nervous at first, but after some coaxing from his big brother, they decided to go together.  That gave me a chance to join the basket-making class and for Israel to get some work done.  We’re looking forward to when the boys are old enough to participate in more classes/activities and really take advantage of camp!  Here are some pictures from the week at camp:


Our usual place to eat meals

Manu braved the climbing wall and almost made it to the top

Boys at the water front.  Swimming was definitely one of the highlights for the boys.

Walking home after a volleyball game.  It was crazy because both Israel’s and my team made it to the championship game.  But my team decided to let the pastor’s team win.  We figured it’s common courtesy.

On the trail back to Forest Lodge.  Manu and I had many “races” to and from the lodge.

Their favorite teacher from Kids Kamp, Auntie Christine.  She was the reason they kept going back!

These are the 2 baskets I made in my class.  The one on the left was for Micah and the other one for Manu.

Manu next to our over-traveled vehicle.  PS:  Someone during MI campmeeting stole our UP sticker!  If anyone has any leads on this, please let us know.

Bentley (& Alanna ) held the fort back home and took care of the group of colporteurs that stayed at our place for the week.  He was happy to have his new buddy, Giggles, keep him company.  It was a gift from Manu right before we left.

And lastly, here’s a little video of Manu on the swing there at High Adventure.  I was nervous because he was apprehensive before going, but afterwards, he wanted to go again…higher.

Camp Au Sable is definitely a blessing and we’re even more thankful for their dedication and ministry.

Milestones & Memories

First of all, I can’t believe my baby is 6 months old.  Second of all, I can’t believe Micah is totally potty-trained (even at night).  And third of all, I can’t believe the triathlon is in 2 weeks.  

Ty is such an amazing baby.  ‘Tis true that the Lord only gives us what we can handle…and He knew that I’d only be able to handle 3 kids as long as one of them was virtually stress-free.  (I hope I didn’t just jinx myself.)  I believe he weighs about 23 lbs or more and he is very long.  Last time I weighed him was a few weeks ago.  He has become an avid left-thumb sucker this past month and he has also grown his bottom two teeth.  He has learned to roll over from tummy to back but has yet to maneuver himself from back to tummy.  And just yesterday, we moved him into his big brothers’ room so the three of them all share their bedroom.  They love it (-at least the two older boys).  ðŸ™‚  

Micah has become fully potty-trained after about 3 weeks.  The incredible thing is that since then, he hasn’t wet all night either.  (Imanuel still requires a pull-up at night…but he is quite determined now to quit wetting the bed!)  It is amazing the amount of pee he puts out every morning.  He sounds like a man.  But I am proud of his progress.  Believe it or not, I used tips from watching the free DVD put out by “Big Kid Central” (from the Huggies/Pull-Ups Brand).          

Imanuel has been in learning mode and loves anything that involves books/reading, triathlons (-his daddy promised to train him for his first triathlon when he turns 7), and bells.  We started a little bell choir with our home school group and during our first performance at a nursing home, Imanuel played his bell notes flawlessly.  It shocked me…but it shocked me more to realize that he is 4 and he will be starting school soon!  We’re also going to enroll him in swimming lessons sometime soon (part of the triathlon training).

Israel completed his first triathlon, Hawk-i, on Sunday, June 6, 2010.  We were so proud of him as he finished nearly 20 minutes faster than his trial race a few weeks earlier.  On July 11, our 6th year anniversary, we’ll both be participating in the Belle Isle Triathlon in Detroit.  We’re both going to be on relay teams with Israel doing the swimming portion and I’ll be doing the biking portion.

We drove down to Michigan Camp Meeting 2010 in the Freestyle and Leon.  We’re thankful for Leon because Bentley was able to drive down with us and he’s come to view Leon as a second home.  On the first Sabbath, Israel was ordained into the gospel ministry.  That was a very special experience for our family and a true milestone in Israel’s life.  We’re so thankful for all of our family and friends who attended.  

In just less than 2 weeks, we’ll be heading down again for CAMPUS l.e.a.d.s.  A couple weeks after that, we’ll be at Camp Au Sable for Family Camp with Israel being camp pastor, then U.P. Camp Meeting at Camp Sagola at the end of July.  To top off the summer, we’ll be back downstate at the end of August for Stephanie & Jeff’s wedding!  We’re hoping sometime before then, we’ll be able to sneak in a week of vacation.  Lots of plans but hopefully lots of fun too.

This is also a memorable time for us because taking place right now in Atlanta, GA is the 59th General Conference session.  At the 58th GC session in St. Louis, Israel and I found out that I was pregnant with our first son, Imanuel.  So, within the 58th and 59th sessions, we’ve had our 3 boys.  And we now have a new GC president, Ted Wilson.

We’re so thankful for God’s guidance and leadership in our lives.  He has proven time and time again that He is in control and He has carefully mapped out plans for us and all we need to do is stay faithful and trust Him.  There are so many more updates that I can think of, but it’ll have to wait until another time.  

Here are some memorable pictures and a special video that the boys made to remind us of the importance of daily studying His Word (-they thank their buddy Elisha for teaching them the song!):

 

We are going to miss Ian & his family!

 

The boys & Abuelo.  Ty got to meet him for the first time!

 

Ty wearing the pink PJ set that was passed down from both Manu & Micah.

 

At “Harmuhnee & Harabuhgee’s mall” for lots of playing & yummy treats.

 

Brothers

 

Training partners

 

 

It’s a Disaster!

The other day, Imanuel and Micah were playing (-and when they play, they mean business!) and I was in the kitchen doing some cooking.  All of a sudden, Imanuel shrieked quite loudly, “MOMMY!  IT’S A DISASTER!”  Now, I had established that the only time we raise our voices in the house is if there is an emergency…meaning, someone gets badly hurt, Bentley is about to get eaten by a coyote, – you get the idea – and Manu is usually pretty good about abiding by this rule.  So, I rushed over and asked him what happened.  Manu exclaimed, “LOOK!  MICAH!”  There was Micah, sitting on the living room floor, knocking over all of Manu’s block towers that he was building.  And Micah had no remorse at that.  Manu had even tried asking Micah to stop and he wouldn’t.  It was a disaster

My temptation was to explain to Manu that what was happening didn’t fall into the category of a “disaster” and wasn’t reason enough for raising his voice as he had done.  In that moment, I was reminded of something I had read a while back:

“Parents should know how to sympathize with their children in their little troubles, that look as large to them as older people’s trials look to them,” ST May 20, 1889.           

Parents “should…mingle with the children, sympathizing with them in their little troubles, binding them to their hearts by the strong bonds of love,”  RC 174.  (also found in AH)

I had thought about my childhood. 

My first clear memory was my first day of kindergarten and I was age 4.  I remember what craft we did – we were pasting together traffic signals – and I also remember the emotional rush of being away from my entire family and with (at that time) complete strangers for the A.M. session.  I also rode the bus all by myself.   

Well, Imanuel is age 4.  And I remember being age 4.  I don’t know why this intrigues me so much, but it does.  I find myself trying to empathize with him more, but at the same time, remembering my role as his mother.  Here’s a list of some of my “major disasters” from childhood:

–  Having to give away Kitty’s kittens. 
–  Wanting to go to McDonald’s really badly, but Dad saying no.
–  Missing the school bus and having to walk/run to school and not be tardy.
–  My sister or a friend not wanting to play with me.
–  Getting a “B” on my report card.

 It seems so silly now, but at the time, it was serious and emotions would run high.  If we think back, we would remember how those bitter (or sweet) interactions between our siblings, parents, and friends at home, church, or in school were our lives. 

The Lord so patiently listens to all of our worries, and more amazingly, He deeply cares about our feelings.  So, I’ve been trying to remember what it was like.  I’ve always wanted my priority to be caring for my boys.  What this means now is being a good listener and knowing how to respond to their “little troubles”, their disappointments, their sadness.  I need Jesus to give me wisdom.  Even though I will probably fail them on more than one occasion, I want them to know that I’m trying to understand their young hearts, and to be reasonable.  After all, I’d gladly fix “disasters” at this age when a hug or kiss can make everything better, than when they grow up and experience what “real” life is all about! 


One of my current “little troubles”.  The Lord has been merciful and after just 2 days of consistent training, Micah has been doing great at using the potty.  HALLELUJAH!

Hope everyone has a restful, relaxing Sabbath day!