Happy Birthday Bekah

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You'll never know dear how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping.

I dreamt I held you in my arms.

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken;

And I hung my head and cried.

Thank you Rebekah Anne for being a sunshine to our family. Your warm smile draws everyone to you. This birthday is very stormy and wet outside; but there is sunshine in the house today.

You...

R esemble Jesus (for you are made in His image!)

E mbrace each day with determination

B righten a room with your smile

E stablish relationships, even at this young age

K eep trying even when you are tired

A ccept what comes your way

H ave such a happy countenance

A re an inspiration to me

N otice friends and family

N ever stop smiling

E at peas with a vengeance

Thank you Bekah! Mama loves you!

You are Fabulous - Or as Kayla says, Fab-Lee-Ous

From the moment Kayla was born, we were telling her how beautiful she was. Is it any wonder that she has the best self-esteem of anyone that I know. Never once has she said, "I am not sure about this outfit...let me go change really quick." Me on the other hand.....

Somewhere our outlook of ourselves changes. We become critical and overly attentive to what others are thinking (or not thinking) of us.

I can remember the day like it was yesterday. My sisters and I went to a Christian school and they had just changed the dress code to include jeans. Until then we had to wear dresses, skirts, or pants. Jeans were a really big deal and I asked my mom for a pair. Money wasn't growing on trees for us, in fact, my mom was working two jobs just to keep us in Christian school. So I was allowed one pair of jeans.

I wore these jeans every chance I got...in fact I would wear them several days a week - even days in a row. We were standing outside of our classroom at our lockers when I heard Adam's voice as clear as a bell saying, "Aren't those the same jeans you have been wearing every day this week?" It seemed as though every sound but his voice faded away into some sort of sound vacuum. All eyes were on me (not sure if this is true, but it sure felt like it). I just wanted to melt into the floor. It is all a blur of what happened next; but I use this illustration to help me remember how powerful words are and how silly it is to put stock into what others think of me.

Words are a powerful tool. One that can be used as a gift, as a bulldozer, or even a salve. I pray that I will remember to use my words in such a way that will make others comfortable around me to be totally and completely who they are. That they will not worry about me forming opinions but only the opinion of the One who really matters.

Two Words

I have been confronted with some things in the last few days that I wasn't ready for. Or, was I? You probably know by now that our second daughter is different. She will be one year old next week and is functioning somewhere around the four month level. She is as sweet as can be and is the sunshine of my life! If you have seen her smile, you know that she is happy and well loved.

I was talking with a lady yesterday about Rebekah and she said to me: "As one mother of a special needs child to another mother of a special needs child...". Did she say SPECIAL NEEDS? I almost didn't hear what she said after that. We were discussing some options that we have and will have to chose between in the near future for Rebekah and in all of this I am being stretched.

I have known for months in my heart and in my mind that Rebekah is a "special needs" child. No one says it out loud though. Everyone (including the "professionals")says: developmentally behind, a little slow, still getting there - and so on. It is true that the neurologist has not been able to give us any kind of insight as to how Rebekah will be in a month, year, or ten years. She may completely catch up with other kids by the time she heads to kindergarten, or she may end up living with Chris and me for the rest of her life. No one knows (well, no one here on earth).

I was talking with my mom later about my conversation with this other mother and I told her that it was such a relief to have someone finally say it out loud that Rebekah is, and does have, special needs. This does not confine me, does not depress me, does not limit me in any way. In fact, I see it quite the opposite way. This empowers me to educate myself, to work harder at providing services she needs, to open my eyes to others around me who need someone to come along side of them. Before...I felt as though I had been sitting here waiting for her to "catch up".

I have said that this journey is a lot like walking in the complete darkness. Someone has warned me that there is a very sharp cliff out there that could lead to our doom. They did, however, forget to tell me if the cliff is two feet in front of me, three miles in front of me, or maybe even behind me. I must inch along in the dark hoping that I am doing the right things for myself and my family. Crying out to the Lord to lead me and show me the right path. Praying for others to come along side of me and light the path.

I am definitely changed by those two words I heard yesterday. But for the better. I feel stronger, fuller, and more determined.

Thank you ~from one mom of a special needs child to another mom of a special needs child!

Burning Bushes

So yesterday started out like any other. I had gotten up and showered before taking Kayla to preschool. I headed back home to get ready for Rebekah's physical therapy session and six month review from Babies Can't Wait.

I discovered that Rebekah loves music, so I try to keep it playing in the car. I chose to listen to Andy Gullahorn. He's definitely a favorite of mine, but I don't listen to him very often. He is a very "real" musician...writing his own stuff and has a folk style of relaying his music. I have heard the songs on his album over and over, but really listened to one this morning.

He asks if we are looking to heaven for a miracle while all along we are walking through a garden full of 1,000 burning bushes. It struck me once again that there are miracles all around me happening every day in my life, in my family, and in the lives of everyone that I encounter. And yet, I rarely slow down from my rush-around-to-the-next-thing life.

I usually pride myself in a clean, well-kept home, happy children, and a short to-do list. I am now determined to get my head down out of the sky and focus on these burning bushes all around me. My life's direction has been changed several times and each time it feels a little like stretching. Thank you Lord for this growth time and stretching me to be more in the image of your Son.

Where have you been stretched today? Do you desire stretching in your life?

Let each esteem others better than themselves

This weekend was the Arts and Crafts show at Paulding Meadows. We planned to meet our friend there and as I was getting ready I realized that Kayla was going to want to buy something. I pulled her piggy bank off our dresser and emptied out $10 in quarters. I had her get a purse to put it in and she beamed a "Good Idea!" at me. She said "I can give this money to the people at Paulding Meadows." I asked her what she was going to give it to the people there for. "Just for being there for me", she said. So I asked her what she might get with her money. "I am going to get a sparkly pony for Mrs. Kelly, and a sparkly car for Papa George and Papa Tony."

This sweet girl gave no thought to herself. She was set to buy something for someone else. What a lesson I learned this morning! Thank you Kayla

My baby snores...

Just not at the right times!

Somehow I trained my first daughter to sleep fast and hard in her bed. Rarely did we have to run upstairs to help her find the pacifier. Rebekah, on the other hand, is a whole different story. She has an alarm clock set to 3:00am. (Hence the name of this blog.) Just about every night I get to go upstairs to her room and be greeted with a grin from ear to ear. I try not to make eye contact because that is what all the "experienced" moms have told me to do. But inevitably one of three things happens:

1) Rebekah ends up falling back to sleep after I rock her in the rocking chair for a while (half the time I fall asleep there too).

2) Rebekah decides she is up for a while and for the next two hours we get to watch re-runs and info-mercials. You don't know how many times I have thought about sneaking into my bedroom to get my credit card from my purse! She will then fall asleep just in time for everyone to be getting up and ready to take big sister to school!

3) Rebekah gets to spend the rest of the night with us in our bed. Now this is an amazing thing. I vowed when I had my first baby that I would NEVER have a child sleep with us in our bed. I am a little freaked out by co-sleeping and am also a little over protective of my children. Kayla had no issues with this, so everything was fine with my proclamation. However, desperate times call for desperate measures! Rebekah will go back to sleep if I bring her to bed with me. I don't know if it is the 400 count Egyptian cotton that she likes or if it is the smell of Mama and Daddy or if it is the warmth of our bed. I do know that she will sleep and sleep hard for a good 4-5 hours in our bed.

So while I am getting the coffee going every morning I hear my sweet little baby girl snoring in MY bed!

Impigimps and Skubettios

There are so many things that happen in my life that I should be writing down! Everyone says "Write that down or you will forget it!" So, maybe with the start of this blog I will not forget Kayla walking around with her first recorder blowing it loudly and singing "I love my new Impigimp!"

Now off to fix her a can of skubettios. =)