Late Saturday afternoon, Bernadette called me crying. She said she wanted to come home. My heart was breaking, but I did my best to cheer her up. All I really wanted to do was jump in the car and go get her. It took a lot of prayer to keep me from driving over two hours to pick her up.
Last night, Catherine called and she soon broke down crying. She said that she had had fun swimming, etc., but she just wanted to come home because she missed us. Eventually, I had her speak with Daddy, as I felt he might do a better job calming her down. When she called a little later, I felt my heart being ripped in two as I heard her say, "It's been really hard not to cry every time I speak with you." I knew she was having a difficult time because her voice did not sound happy on the phone, but I did not realize how much she just wanted to be home. I guess Dorothy knew what she was talking about when she said, "There's no place like home."
I can't wait to see my girls again today. Please help them to have a safe trip home, dear God. Thank you for blessing our lives with them.
Children
Monday, January 16, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Separation Anxiety
Our two oldest daughters are away from us for the first time this weekend (with the exception of when I have had a baby). They are spending the weekend with their grandparents in Ocean Shores. They were very excited to leave yesterday; however, last night they called us approximately 10 times. They called again first thing this morning and several more times already. I don't know who is having a harder time being separated, Mommy or the girls.
Catherine just called to let us know that her little cousin, Michael, was born three weeks early. Debbie (Michael's mom) is doing well, despite a c-section. Steve is a proud daddy again. Megan doesn't quite realize that she has been given the gift of a little brother yet. I pray that God continues to bless the whole family and that Debbie recovers quickly.
Today, the girls called to say that they were awake, but Nanny and Grandpa were still asleep. Then, they called to say that they were going to eat breakfast soon. Next, they called to tell us that they had Lucky Charms and Oatmeal for breakfast (they couldn't eat the oatmeal, as they were too full). They called again to tell us they were going down to the beach. They called when they got back to the house to tell us they were back, they had picked up a couple of shells and were now playing checkers with Grandpa. As mentioned above, Catherine called to let us know they had a new cousin. Next, they called to tell us that they were getting ready to go to lunch at Galway Bay. Finally, they called to let us know what they had had for lunch ~ potatoes and bacon and cheesecake with strawberry topping for desert. Perhaps, they are simply relating their day, but I miss them.
Catherine just called to let us know that her little cousin, Michael, was born three weeks early. Debbie (Michael's mom) is doing well, despite a c-section. Steve is a proud daddy again. Megan doesn't quite realize that she has been given the gift of a little brother yet. I pray that God continues to bless the whole family and that Debbie recovers quickly.
Today, the girls called to say that they were awake, but Nanny and Grandpa were still asleep. Then, they called to say that they were going to eat breakfast soon. Next, they called to tell us that they had Lucky Charms and Oatmeal for breakfast (they couldn't eat the oatmeal, as they were too full). They called again to tell us they were going down to the beach. They called when they got back to the house to tell us they were back, they had picked up a couple of shells and were now playing checkers with Grandpa. As mentioned above, Catherine called to let us know they had a new cousin. Next, they called to tell us that they were getting ready to go to lunch at Galway Bay. Finally, they called to let us know what they had had for lunch ~ potatoes and bacon and cheesecake with strawberry topping for desert. Perhaps, they are simply relating their day, but I miss them.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Confession: God is Good
God always knows what is best. Bernadette has been begging to go to confession since last spring. Her requests became more earnest after she heard that there would be confessions heard at our parish on December 21. I told her we would see, but I tried not to make her hopeful, as I did not know what our pastor would say.
On December 21, our family went to Sts. Peter and Paul for confession. A few of us knelt down in a pew. Within minutes of us kneeling down, our pastor came and knelt down a couple of pews behind us. Bernadette started tugging on my arm and saying, "Mommy, you need to ask Fr. Peter now." At my daughter's insistence, I went to quietly ask Father if Bernadette could go to confession. He said, "Yes."
Bernadette was so happy after going to confession. She talked about it all the way home. On January 6, before Mass, Fr. Peter was hearing confessions. Once again, I felt a tug on my arm and my little girl told me she wanted to go to confession again. I gave her permission to do so. When she came out of the confessional, she was glowing.
Confession seems to be making a huge difference in her life. Thank you dear God.
On December 21, our family went to Sts. Peter and Paul for confession. A few of us knelt down in a pew. Within minutes of us kneeling down, our pastor came and knelt down a couple of pews behind us. Bernadette started tugging on my arm and saying, "Mommy, you need to ask Fr. Peter now." At my daughter's insistence, I went to quietly ask Father if Bernadette could go to confession. He said, "Yes."
Bernadette was so happy after going to confession. She talked about it all the way home. On January 6, before Mass, Fr. Peter was hearing confessions. Once again, I felt a tug on my arm and my little girl told me she wanted to go to confession again. I gave her permission to do so. When she came out of the confessional, she was glowing.
Confession seems to be making a huge difference in her life. Thank you dear God.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Blankie vs. Dirt Devil
What can I say? Some children have a blankie; my son has a red dirt devil (his mother's favorite color). Oh and by the way, no one better take that vacuum away from him or try putting it in the closet when he is around or the culprit will hear a first class temper tantrum from my wonderful little boy.
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