Mar 6, 2008

Happy Birthday, Son!

JM is seven today. We can't celebrate mainly because he is still coughing so hard, I am sure his lungs are swollen. We have a big roller skating party set for Sunday, let's hope that this is all behind us by then.

This is a picture of him when he turned one. Love his signature tuft of hair on the top of his head!

Happy Birthday, JM. Seven years ago today, I had no idea you existed, I didn't know that for 2 1/2 more weeks, when an adoption worker called me to tell us about you. Five days later you were in our arms, and we haven't looked back.

You are a gift from God. You have brought to our lives something we never thought we would have, the chance to hear a child's voice call us Dad and Mom.

God has huge plans for you. As we watch you grow it is amazing to watch the gifts God has given you grow. Trust me, we know your huge stature is not from us. Your affinity for music and ability to replicate songs you hear, that is not from us. We pray that you take those gifts and invest them wisely in your future as well as eternity. We pray you have a fun birthday this year and that you are feeling better soon. We thank God that he chose you to be our son. You are such a light in our lives, there are no words to describe.

As we celebrate you, and your milestone, we also celebrate your birthmom out there. She is remembering you today as well. She is wondering what you look like, how you are, what school is like for you, etc. She made it clear that after we took you into our family, she didn't want any more contact with you until you were older, and that is fine! She has her reasons, and we need to be respectful of that. But that doesn't mean we can't pray for her. Lord, touch this woman's heart today. Please give her peace to know that her flesh and blood child is doing well. Give her peace that her decision to place her child for adoption was a good decision. We also pray that her decision has given her opportunities. Opportunities to further her education, to raise her other children well, to find a great husband, to look to her future. One thing I have always wanted to do is give her a huge hug, please give her that for us today. Give her Your extra measure of peace and joy today, as we all celebrate JM's birthday.

As we wish you a Happy Birthday, and celebrate another year, your dad and I are reminded of something very simple. You are a gift to us, and we are eternally thankful.

Mar 5, 2008

That Silly Spam Box

You know, I get a lot of spam. I have had the same email address for over eight years, mainly because of my business. If I go changing it, then suddenly I lose contact with people. I get over one thousand spam messages a day. Each time I check my email, I skim my spam box to make sure I am not losing an important message from someone.

When I am as miserable as I have been the last few weeks between my illness, which I am over now, and my family, I see those sexually suggestive ones and just laugh....let me give you a sampling.....and my sarcastic answers I have in my head when I skim them.

"I won't forget last night"--My response: I would love to forget my kid having a fever induced nightmare and my husband throwing up. You sure you had the same night I had?

"People laugh at you." --My response: No kidding. I would too if they saw me a week ago. You should see my husband with an ice pack on his head.

"Help is on the way."--My response: Liar liar!

"Do you Want to Enlarge Your #*(#?"--My response: That spam is still going around? I don't have one to enlarge, don't want one either, thanks! Can we enlarge my sinus cavity? That is more useful to me right now and I miss the fact that it has only begun to function again.

"Best Way to Cure Yourself."--My response: That is really tempting to click on, though I won't because their idea of a cure and mine are worlds apart.

"Get a Naughty Date"--My response: How about if you babysit my sick family instead while I make a trip to the grocery store? That would really meet my needs better right now. Plus, it would give you a new line of work, and it sounds like you need one. Join the real world!

"Even Celebrities Use It"--So? Oprah is not my personal shopper.

It Just Won't Stop

This family is still sick. I thought things were perking up yesterday. There was a rousing game of War between the two big boys. People were walking around vertically. The medications weren't needing to be replenished. Tissue boxes were going unused. What happened? The flu went through our household--twice. But it is still here.

Today, the feeling is this--we have to join the human race again. The hubbie went to work, but we don't know for how long. The last two days, he has missed. He has a major major deadline for his PhD work that he needs to get done yesterday. He is sweating it, and it's not all because he has had a fever.

I took JM to school, only to have him go into a painful coughing fit. He came home as well as another boy. School is about half full right now, because this icky thing is making it's rounds through school.

Me? I had it last week. I have had the nasty cough. It's the kind of cough that if you start to talk for a minute, or breathe through your mouth, suddenly you get the catch in your throat and you have to cough. It's dry, it accomplishes nothing except making your throat hurt more from too much coughing. I feel fine. Because I have strained my voice too much, I can't talk now. Honestly, if I go to use my voice, there is nothing there. So I am whispering. Makes for talking to kids interesting. To get hustled out of the house this morning, I found myself snapping my fingers or lightly clapping my hands. I just can't do the calling out, "Let's get going everyone!" This may change my whole parenting scheme at this point.

UPDATE: JM is lounging on the recliner. He asks me to take his temperature. Normally, he hates having his temperature taken and we have a long discussion of toys and privileges he will lose if he won't let us do it. Now he is asking me?

We ain't out of the woods yet folks, 102.5 F. Tylenol has been administered, and my plans for the next twenty four hours just changed--again.

Mar 2, 2008

How American are YOU??




I am 60% "Average American"



I am average because I donate to charity.



I am not average since I have (at least) a college degree.

Kids!

This family of mine is so beat up right now. I am finally getting better from this illness icky thing.

My husband is out for the count. He hasn't moved a whole lot from the couch this week. JM was not looking himself at bedtime tonight. I am predicting a sick day tomorrow for him. BH is not sick, but we wish he was. Then he wouldn't be beating us up with his incessant two year old energy while we're trying to get an extra nap.

One top of the sickies, we had a weird thing happen at school that has been boiling over time. JM has been at odds with a classmate, H, since about October. They used to be good friends, but after about October, it has been somewhat adversarial, but nothing out of the ordinary of normal boyhood troubles. I have been watching it unfold and it just ended this last week.

One of JM's problems is his absolute love of his friends. He is such a social little boy. If someone doesn't like him, he will ingratiate himself to a huge degree to get that person to like him. And he gets incredibly frustrated when he can't figure out why this person won't just be nice.

The flip side of that coin is the other kid. The other kid is at least a troublemaker, usually the class bully. We had a huge problem when he was in four year old preschool with, yes at four years old, a class bully. That little boy didn't physically hurt JM, but he sure teased and humiliated him, and JM kept going back for more because he wanted that little boy to like him so badly.

Jump back to the beginning of school in January. I begin to realize that H is getting pretty sophisticated. The stories coming home from school are getting bizarre. Several red flags for me. The first being, H is turning the whole class against JM. Depending on H's mood on any given day, he won't let other kids play with JM. I tell JM to tell the teacher. "But Mom! That is tattling!" I realize that H has JM by the neck. Think about it. JM has to do whatever H wants him to do just so he can play with his friends. And if JM tattles, then the treatment from H gets worse. There have been a few rides home from school with tears because of this frustration and I don't blame him. It's bizarre.

I try the motherly advice, give him words to say, deflecting, play with someone else, tell the teacher, etc. Nothing is working.

Next thing I notice--JM suddenly won't wear red. He got a couple of nice polo type shirts in a deep fire engine red for Christmas. Major fight to get him to wear them. I got to the bottom of it. "Mom. H says red is a girly color, and I don't want to wear it." Keep in mind, it is a weird day if H is not wearing something that has camouflage. He always wears fatigue type pants, has a camouflage colored lunch box, backpack, and jacket. Okay, well we could certainly tease him for his wardrobe choices. I find myself getting my sista attitude out and saying, "You tell H!" but caught myself.

If JM has worn anything red to school, it is because I have pumped him up like a coach would--to be confident in himself and tell H that H is not in charge of what JM wears. It usually works, but again, I am troubled by this.

One day during gym time, JM comes up to me and says, "H won't play with me." Personally, that is fine with me! But I ask, "Why? Did he say?" JM says, "His dad advices him not to." Yes, he said it just like that. Clue! H is going home with stories about JM. JM is also doing some antagonizing here to the point that his dad is telling him not to play with JM.

I am done. Parent conferences were at the middle of February. Teacher didn't mention a thing about this conflict. I had to bring it up. I asked, "Can you tell me about the relationship between JM and H?" She gets a far away look in her eyes and says, "Oh yeah........"

She tells me that way back in October, JM did do something to H that made him mad. I asked what, she couldn't remember. However, H's parents did complain to the teacher then. Funny how she didn't tell me. Funny how no one can really remember the offense, not even H it turns out. But boy the punishment can't seem to stop!

I tell her my concern about H's sway on the whole class and how he turns other students against JM. Get this! She then reveals to me that she has seen this first hand, and didn't realize what was going on. She has watched JM sit at a table at lunchtime completely separate from the class. There is only one first grade in this school. When lunch takes place, it's not like other classes join them or that JM could join another group. H has not only turned a few kids away from JM, but the whole class at lunchtime.

I also relay the whole clothing thing. I tell her I am absolutely frustrated that this kid has this kind of sway and influence over an entire class, and I demand it to be stopped. I also demand that if this kid does have a beef with JM to say what it is and give JM the opportunity to apologize and not just to continue to punish him. What a cruel kid!

Anyway, big pow wow of parents and kids after school this last Thursday set up by the teacher. I was scared to death. I really thought we were going to find out a huge bad thing that JM had done and H's parents defensive. I thought that mainly because of the advice H's parents had given him to not play with JM. Gotta wonder what made them say that.

Nope. Found out that when JM was going through his "too rough" time last fall, he bumped into H a little hard once. JM did apologize for that, but boy H took retribution to a whole new level. He really figured out JM's weak spot for his friends and has spent the last four months dictating JM's friendships. Freaky huh? Get this, H, in front of all of us admitted in two different ways, without blinking, that he was doing this. His parents seemed concerned as well that their son was doing this. The dad whispered in my ear, "Please keep me posted on what JM says after school. I want the lines of communication to be opened up here." Thank you Lord!

The teacher was apologetic that she hadn't realized what was going on. Why? Because H was being very secretive, and shaming JM into not tattling to anyone. It has been absolutely frightening for me to watch H have so much influence over an entire class of kids, a teacher and four parents--at a Christian school no less. The game is up, and I do appreciate that his dad wants reports from us that this isn't happening mainly because that takes some of the tattling pressure off of JM at school.

I also just hurt for JM! How miserable he has been for the last four months! How helpless he has felt at the hands of this kid!

I think we are on the mend here. But I tell you what, makes me love the idea of homeschool for JM that much more. He can be so easily swayed by his friends, and this is a good example, that if he did get into a wrong crowd, even so young, he would be lead right into a den of thieves. He just wants to be everyone's best friend! At all costs!

This ended so much better than I thought it would. I thank the Lord for His grace before us before the meeting, H's parents being willing to listen to what their kid is doing and not going defensive, also letting JM have the opportunity to apologize for a wrong no one can really remember, etc. Thank you Lord! Your mercy and grace cover us so much!