Friday, June 21, 2013


My husband’s words forever, I will love you as my bride,
 
The heartbeats of my children as they lay all tucked inside 

It’s the little things which make us, and the big things which can bind

A family to each other, the familiar, ‘like and kind 

The rhythm of our lives is music to our hearts

The times spent bound together,

The dancing

And, the starts…. 

Of daily little tasks which bring union to our ways 

It matters, they matter, we matter…. 

These little moments in each day. 

The synchronizing instants, we spend with one another,

The laughing and the crying, 

They are like sheltered cover… 

To protect us and to fortress us, against this life’s harsh waves 

Of pain, of loss, of sorrow….and, of times we are not brave.

We join all bound together, this family fused as one…. 

We create play and laughter as we revolve around the sun… 

And, when it is all over, this spinning and this living 

We will look back with smiles and peace and remember our lives’ 

RHYTHM…. 

That special song our family plays for us and us alone…. 

The drumming and the strumming and the humming…. 

Of our home…..

 

 

 

Thursday, June 20, 2013


A Mama Moment……..
                 with Johnson                                  
 

Spending time with my children on a one-on-one basis is a gift I treasure as we have to work hard to find those little moments.  Many times, for me and Johnson, we find this time on the way to and from baseball games, such as last night…(LOVE the rule that players cannot drive themselves). 

I love where Johnson is right now in his life……he’s thinking a lot about his future…. 

Who do I want to be?
Where do I want to live?
Do I want to marry? Have children?
What do I have to do to get ready for my senior year?
Where will I go to college?
What do I want to be?
Can I play baseball in college?
What kind of doctor do I want to be? (he had been researching oncologists (I’ve had cancer), rheumatologists (who knows) and ENT’s (popular and not heart-breaking)
How do I balance work and college?
What kind of job do I want to do for the rest of my life? 

Last night as we were driving to the game, he explains to me this “energy” he has in his life….to “do something” but he does not know what he wants to do….

I so appreciate that……. 

I further appreciate that he knew enough to know that you have to “pursue” in life those things you want to be in life…

What I have been praying for Johnson is that he will channel this energy…this drive….this sense of the need to do something with this life in a good and positive and Godly direction.

I am well aware that he is at an age where his daily decisions can have huge impacts on his life….and, for now, he seems to be considering that as well.

He shared some of his life with me (we have this agreement…better the ugly truth than a pretty lie….and so I never know what I am going to learn).  And, we have this agreement that no matter what is shared, I will never break confidence and I don’t, not about them, not about their friends.  I know I probably only am invited to see a smidgen of what is actually in his/their lives, but I am grateful for what is shared…..it helps me find joy in them and it points my prayer life in the direction God would have it go. 

But, more and more, what he shares grows in my mother’s heart a true and sincere appreciation for the man my son is becoming….

And, I am grateful…

I believe in Johnson.  I believe that God is growing him into a strong and mighty and Godly man.  I see his tender heart and his compassion and his love for people.  I sense his anxious moments, his stress to be successful and his quest for figuring out who he is and who he wants to become.  I even see things which concern me and which I hope he is able to grow through....and, I believe he will.

And, again, I am grateful. 

This journey that my son is on…..God allows me to share it.
This trip he takes into manhood…..I am enabled to watch him walk it. 

And, in the walking, in the sharing….in the listening….in the sweet minute moments we are given together, I am given a glimpse into the heart of my child…. 

And, I am loving what I see…. 

                   And, I am using what I am loving to pray. 



A Mama moment….may I never miss a single one.