Today is my birthday and it feels just like any other day, as usual. One of my cousins wrote and made a comment about me being two years older than his sister which would make me only 68 since "she's stuck on 66." I wrote him back and said I'd rather just keep moving onward and upward since being stuck on an age means you're dead.
Today I'm thinking about two things. One is why people don't like telling their age. I have never lied about my age. I may lie about my weight, but never my age. Are those two facts the same. People can see how big or small I am, but to tell what I weigh? Never. I can't even believe it myself.
The other thing I'm thinking about is how parents raise kids. I didn't do such a bang-up job of it but the only book I had that told me how to do it was the way I was raised. Some of that wasn't right but it was a lot better than Dr. Spock who came out a few years too late for me. Besides, I could never have done it his way.
This morning's article by John Rosemond was excellent. It told how to potty train, which is my big concern now for someone I know. Since the optimum age is between 18 and 24 months and this child is nearly three, I wish I could help this mom. But, she hasn't asked for my help is probably doing fine without me. I would hate to be changing a three year old's dirty diaper. Maybe my reason for potty training my girls was that very reason.
John Rosemond has a great Internet site. Too bad I'm not brave enough to send it to people with kids. http://www.rosemond.com/
Still, what do I care? I'm not having to change any of those diapers. Maybe I better mind my own business and get over it!
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Friday, August 8, 2008
The Best Prayer
8-08-08 A special day. The Chinese say eight is the perfect number and to have three eights is even more perfect for them. As you know, the Olympics begins today in China. In a number book I have, it says the number eight represents New Beginnings.
Whatever it all means, today is special because it's Reid's birthday. He's such a jewel that he's outside helping my daughter do lawn work, has been to Sears twice (once to buy her a shovel and the other time to take it back because it immediately broke), and when the right time comes, he will show us how to set the sprinkler system. I used to know how it worked, but even reading the directions now only confuses me.
Our grandson and great granddaughter both have pink eye and some kind of respiratory stuff. He goes to the doctor this afternoon.
It's been a strange visit, but good, I hope. At least now I know how to pray--God, do whatever your will is in their lives.
That's probably the best prayer we can say when we don't have a clue.
Whatever it all means, today is special because it's Reid's birthday. He's such a jewel that he's outside helping my daughter do lawn work, has been to Sears twice (once to buy her a shovel and the other time to take it back because it immediately broke), and when the right time comes, he will show us how to set the sprinkler system. I used to know how it worked, but even reading the directions now only confuses me.
Our grandson and great granddaughter both have pink eye and some kind of respiratory stuff. He goes to the doctor this afternoon.
It's been a strange visit, but good, I hope. At least now I know how to pray--God, do whatever your will is in their lives.
That's probably the best prayer we can say when we don't have a clue.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sherri's Day
Forty-eight years ago today my baby girl (my second baby girl) was born. It's hard to believe so much time has passed so quickly. Sherri was, and still is, a whirlwind of motion. She never stopped moving during labor; as soon as she found out she could crawl she was up on her feet, and soon after she was walking. When she was a toddler, I found her in strange places. One day I found her on top of the bathroom counter taking everything out of the medicine cabinet. When she saw me, she calmly started putting everything back. Another time I found her sitting on her potty chair painting her feet and legs with her daddy's shoe polish. At a grocery store, I had to watch carefully as I pushed her in the grocery cart down the aisles because her little arms were amazingly adept at wiping the shelves clean of whatever we passed by.
When Sherri wass eighteen months old, she came down with spinal meningitis and spent three weeks in the hospital. I didn't leave her at all until she began to recover about eight days later. Then it was just to run home and shower and hurry back. How well I remember the day she sat on my lap for the first time after the fever was gone. I was able to feed her some baby food, the first she'd had in two weeks. All of the sudden she pointed a weak finger at the Gerber's bottle and in a sweet shaky voice said, "Baby." I cried with gratitude. It was the first indication that she wasn't brain damaged and was going to get well.
At the age of five we discovered Sherri had some hearing loss caused by the high fever--deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other. We enrolled her in Amarillo's Speech and Hearing Center where she learned to read lips. With speech therapy for a few years, she learned to pronounce "r" and "s" and today, unless you knew it, you'd never know she had a hearing loss.
I remember how wonderful it was to hold my little baby in my arms. A few times in her life, as she got older, I wished I could go back for just a few minutes and hold her that way again. I did try it once after she was grown. Somehow it just isn't the same holding a five foot four woman as it was a two year old!
Today I wish my "baby girl" many more wonderful birthdays. She's as big a joy today (to everyone who knows her) as she is to me. Did I say she's beautiful, talented and sweet? (And I'm not prejudiced.) She's easy to love, and I do with all my heart.
Happy Birthday, Sherri. You have no idea how you have blessed my life.
When Sherri wass eighteen months old, she came down with spinal meningitis and spent three weeks in the hospital. I didn't leave her at all until she began to recover about eight days later. Then it was just to run home and shower and hurry back. How well I remember the day she sat on my lap for the first time after the fever was gone. I was able to feed her some baby food, the first she'd had in two weeks. All of the sudden she pointed a weak finger at the Gerber's bottle and in a sweet shaky voice said, "Baby." I cried with gratitude. It was the first indication that she wasn't brain damaged and was going to get well.
At the age of five we discovered Sherri had some hearing loss caused by the high fever--deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other. We enrolled her in Amarillo's Speech and Hearing Center where she learned to read lips. With speech therapy for a few years, she learned to pronounce "r" and "s" and today, unless you knew it, you'd never know she had a hearing loss.
I remember how wonderful it was to hold my little baby in my arms. A few times in her life, as she got older, I wished I could go back for just a few minutes and hold her that way again. I did try it once after she was grown. Somehow it just isn't the same holding a five foot four woman as it was a two year old!
Today I wish my "baby girl" many more wonderful birthdays. She's as big a joy today (to everyone who knows her) as she is to me. Did I say she's beautiful, talented and sweet? (And I'm not prejudiced.) She's easy to love, and I do with all my heart.
Happy Birthday, Sherri. You have no idea how you have blessed my life.
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