As It Should Be

Me in foster care Nueces County Texas . I don't know who they were

Good Sunday morning. The very last Sunday of 2014 will be dawning at 7:29 in my part of Texas. Cold and wet outside I am thankful to be cozy, warm inside. Dog on his blanket chasing rabbits in his sleep. Me sitting on my brown sofa contemplating my life so far.

I will probably never know where exactly my life began,  my name or any fun facts about my ancestors.  My parents adopted me from the state. I was in a foster home as my birth Mother was admitted into Memorial Hospital in Corpus Christi, or so I have been told, and then left the hospital AMA(against medical advice) never to be heard from again.  I make up all sorts of scenarios about what might have happened to her. I so hope she has had a good life.

My earliest memories of my (adoptive) Mom are, 'oh there is that nice lady' .  I remember so clearly when she entered a room that gnawing anxious confusion fell away and I felt safe and secure.  I guess maybe because she was my Mom! 

Picture from my foster home but Mom is unsure if this is me 

My parents adopted my little sister a year after and 2 years after that my Mom got pregnant with my little brother. Our bedtime story was a book about how a little boy's parents adopted his little sister.

My parents would look at Robin and I and say "This is how we got you girls. We picked you out"  My parents are/were such good honest people.  

Fast forward 50 years or so... My 3 children are grown with their own homes and families. I am so proud of all of them.  

I have worked very hard to have my own home and other than a few rough patches I feel all in all not to shabby for a kid abandoned not knowing her own name.  

I am grateful to  my birth Mom for giving me life and while she could not care for me she left me in a safe place. Thank you so much forever and ever. 

I am grateful for foster parents making space for me in their home and in their life .  Thank  you so much forever and ever.  

Thank you Mom and Dad.  My life could have been so different or maybe not. Maybe it is all as it should be...so it goes. kisses

You Forgot The Remote

Friday before last,  several (judging by the multiple tire track patterns)  someones gathered on my property while I was at work, pushed thru a panel where a garage door might someday be, and entered my little house.  

 I have posted a note on that spot 'You Forgot The Remote' and placed it underneath.  I guess they needed my digial flat screen TV more than me.  

 It has taken till today to realize they also relieved me of my lawn mower.  

I guess I will add to the note ' Use Caution As the Lawn Mower Has A Leak In The Gas Tank' .   

The object lesson, or my take on all this is .... I work for what I have and thank God for giving me opportunities and so very many blessings.  Those someone's who gathered on my property, not only have to get up to change the channel - when they get ready to mow they just might go BOOM!! 

Happy sunshine, cool weather, its a beautiful day in the neighborhood, Sunday. kisses

No Fear, Max Is Here

Happy Thursday, hope things are going your way,  get ready for Halloween Day, tomorrow is Trick-or-Treat-Friday, Yay!

My most amazing middle child allowed me to accompany, she and my grandsons, costume shopping.  Did you know there is a Halloween Store specifically for all things-creepy,  spooky, haunted and somewhat gruesome? What a hoot to corral little boys through such a place.  http://youtu.be/FCAvCWxbOz0

My youngest grandson was born with a rare genetic disorder, Prader-Willi Syndrome, genes on the number 15 chromsome are deleted.  A case of 'Mother Nature' shuffling the deck, said the Genetic Specialist.  Low muscle tone, cognitive disabilities are just part of the list.  We know this, he does not!  

Max is a wonder boy constantly devising ways to accomplish developmental milestones his parents were gently informed would be much delayed, some not attainable.  

Children live in such a different realm from us adults.  I have to blink back tears watching my two older grandsons interact with Max.  They rough house and play like boys do but seem to instinctively know  when their little brother needs help.  They are protective showing kindness and patience I think amazing for ones so young. 

The Bible talks about all God's children having a guardian angel.  I think Max has a whole platoon assigned to him.  The life size animated, story telling, green, wart covered witch at the back of the store sends most children running for their Momma.  Max walked right up and introduced himself.  No fear, no judgement here.  Why can't we be friends? ....or maybe just a little more like Max. kisses

http://youtu.be/ae0NYdnwbHU