I had a long post all typed out about the junk going on around here, and the more I read, the more depressed I got, so I decided to start all over. Lucky you! Hehe
It’s summer break so it’s been pretty busy around here. I can officially say that I have a FULL DAYCARE for the first time in nearly 8 months. Praise the Lord!!! It has been very hard, I won’t lie. Money has been very very tight (to the point of my friend sending us about a week’s worth of groceries one week, and my Mom cleaning out her freezer too (although, she needed to do that and was happy to make the room hehe))since we got home with Timothy. I know that we needed this time to bond with him, and him with us, and for us to find a new “normal”, and God carried us through the hard part, but it was NOT fun going through it. We were dangerously close to being foreclosed on. Not a place I want to be!!
John’s Mom has been very ill. She had an artery replaced (I think), and has had a really severe reaction to the anesthesia. She had several days/nights where she didn’t know anyone, and basically was having bouts of dementia… she has become very anemic, and will be having a transfusion soon. John hasn’t updated me today so there isn’t anything new to tell.
We are also dealing with some serious issues with our oldest son, Joe. He will be 16 next month but he is mentally about 9 or 10. He did something that really carries serious consequences if the others involved choose to pursue it. I will make a few follow up calls in the morning to make sure things are ok as they are. Please pray that we (his parents) are allowed to continue with the plan we have and that there are no legal ramifications. Sigh…
As Father’s Day gets closer, I have found myself thinking about my Dad a lot. I will not deny that when I was a kid (read teen ager!), I was pretty sure that he was the worst person alive. We did not have a Christian home; Dad was not always the picture perfect role model. Of course, as I got older, and moved out on my own, I realized that he really did teach me a lot. Maybe not directly, but some of the things that he did were things that I knew I did not want to do as a parent. So, while he might not have been the type of Dad to sit down and teach me about the birds and the bees, I learned from his example, the good and the bad. As an adult, I think I found new respect for him once I wasn’t living at home, with the rules of my parents. I realized that maybe he really did know what he was doing when he grounded me for a bad grade, or not following the rules. It wasn’t until the last ten years, after we moved back to Iowa, that we really had a good relationship. I didn’t have to talk to just Mom when I needed advice or wanted to share things (of course there were still a few things that only Mom could help with, we have always been very close). I knew that he wouldn’t judge me or only say things he knew I wanted to hear. We had many good talks, he was a good listener. He’s been gone almost two years now. I miss him. I know that he would not like what’s happening with my siblings right now. He might have agreed with the circumstances in the beginning, but I know that he wouldn’t agree with what is happening now. And I’m pretty sure he’d see who’s right, and who’s wrong, and I’m equally sure that he would make his opinion known. Olivia still asks about him, and blows him kisses when she goes to bed. If I close my eyes and still quietly, I can still hear him saying “Well, Sis… “ He rarely called me Melissa, I was always “Sis”. I miss our family get togethers... I miss my brother and sister...
I have more to update but it’s been a long day… and this is getting long too… if you are still with me, thanks for hanging in!
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