You have to read the book before you see the movie.
Someone invited me to go see, "The Help"
and Isaac busted me out -
"Did you read the book mom?"
So -
I went to the library -
and I finished the book on Monday. (and I did not go see the movie - live by example!)
The book provokes many emotions for me,
as I hope it does for anyone that reads it.
I found myself crying
more than once
that someone could be so hateful,
based only on skin color.
I found myself
thankful that my boys don't face that type of discrimination.
I found myself admitting, that, sadly, it's not over.
Did you know?
Children are enslaved to produce the chocolate that you eat.
A U.S. government-backed report estimated that more than 1.8 million children in West Africa are involved in growing cocoa (*more links below)
I am asking you, as the Lent season starts, to give up chocolate and pass along this blog post.
Make a decision to CHANGE the way these children are treated.
Don't tell me you love chocolate too much -
I'll feed you some Minny Jackson chocolate pie! (if you didn't read The Help - you won't get that)
WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE
with how we spend our "American" dollars.
I urge you to have a chocolate FREE Easter.
Or - search out companies that produce FAIR TRADE chocolate.
It's not just chocolate,
by the way -
that's where I am asking you to start -
For a total transformation of
how to spend your dollars better....
I recommend this book.
Part of getting back into a routine for our family is being back at the pool.
I love our Swim Team family at Tsunami Swim Club.
I also can't ignore the fact that the coaching is the best on the island.
Even though the boys have only been back in the water for a couple of practices,
they had improved times at the meet.
Zion - in the 50 back - went from a time of 1:01.82 to 54.95!!
His first B time!~
Zion also swam in the 50 breast, the 50 free and the 200 free relay.
50 breast
Relay
Michael took a second off his 50 back with a time of 37:89
Also a B time!
Michael also shaved a little off his 50 free with a time of 30:67
(*almost an A time - so close! needs to be 30:59)
He also swam in the 100 free, and the 200 free relay.
I am proud of the boys for their hard work and dedication at the pool.
The other three children (*Isaac and the two foster girls) are also in the pool on Tuesday for swim team, and we will be adding Thursday to the mix in March when basketball season is over.
It really makes it such a lovely sport when everyone -
regardless of age or gender, practices at the same time.
I highly recommend it for larger families!
If you are a regular reader of "OOG"
Then you know when the blog gets quite...
I am usually processing.
I'm not good at open honesty -
I grew up with the idea that hurt and sorrow
in the form of tears = weakness
So I turn that hurt and sorrow into anger
and that means I'm tough and strong
It's not exactly a Biblical idea
and the end result is an attitude problem that
pushes away the people that care about me
But to make a long story short -
we are all processing and I think that means progress.
I learned the stages of grief in nursing school -
and I recognize different ones in each of us.
The stages apply to any kind of loss -
not just death.
I have thought often over the last couple of weeks
about hearing people say of death,
"they're in a better place"
I always hated that....
it never seemed comforting to me- until now.
No one has said that to me -
because we don't have that promise.
Oh how I wish I could have that comfort
knowing that our baby is in a better place.
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Zion has prayed the sweetest words,
thanking God for every day that we had with Meleah.
He has talked about how sad he feels when he finds a little
baby sock stuck to something of his from the laundry.
Isaac has her photo taped to the wall by his bed -
he is processing his own adoption in a different way
through all of this. He has asked lots of questions that
I have answered honestly, with as much information as I have
about his own birth family.
Michael is our quiet one -
but he journals a lot.
I don't sneak into his private thoughts....
but when I see him writing in his book,
I know it's a healthy way of coping for him.
Of course, the Navy doesn't give any kind of time off for something like this.
So Mike is back to work, in fact, he had to go back in the afternoon that
Meleah left. In some ways, I am jealous of his busy schedule.
I feel like the days are the hardest for me -
When everyone leaves for school and work
and it would normally be just me and Meleah.
There are moments when I find things -
changing our bed sheets....
in the laundry.....
going through piles of papers that have been sitting far too long
These things,
take me by surprise.
I find myself gasping for air
air that seems too thick to breathe
and I am not sure I can suck in enough oxygen to live through the next breath.
But then there are times when,
I think I can't do it
and the next breath of air is
clean,
and pure
and sweet,
....it must be a breath of heaven.
I know that Jesus is wrapping his arms around me
taking my pain for me.
For that I am so grateful.
There have also been things that people have written to us
that have touched us - thank you all for your sweet words
of encouragement, love and support.
We have also received flowers, chocolates and margaritas.... all appreciated.
Getting back out on the road, (regularly) is my therapy goal.
I usually listen to club style music when I run.
It keeps my feet moving.
But in an effort to try and understand -
I switched my running playlist to praise and worship music
and just hit "shuffle" over the last two week.
Several songs have spoken directly to my heart.
Some have me running down the street with tears streaming -
but I keep running....
my feet pounding the road
and my heart, pounding my chest.
One song that keeps coming back is by Mandisa.
Even when there is so much we don't understand,
we know that having Meleah for 6 months
changed our lives;
and showed us
in the form of a baby,
God loves us.
Thanks again to everyone for your outpouring of love, support and prayers.
We are so grateful for the awesome people that God has surrounded us with.
Don't stop praying -
remember our baby girl
I wish she could understand that we didn't leave her...
that we love her
we miss her
we still want her
There is no reason to post a sappy
"Life is perfect"
kind of message -
No one believes those anyway.
We have been through more than we could have ever have imagined -
"for better, for worse"
and we are still coming out on the top of the pile of ____ thrown our way.
I love you!
to my first baby boy ....
Michael,
I love you.
You made me a mother.
You changed everything about my life,
and I wouldn't want it any other way.
to my Isaac -
you know that I always wanted a little boy named Isaac.
You are perfect for your name -
Laughter
Your smile is contagious.
I love you.
baby boy.......
Zion,
You are the only baby that grew in my tummy -
you are one of a kind.
I love you.
to my sweet baby girl...
Meleah,
You will always be "my" baby girl in my heart -
Even if no one ever tells you about me,
I was your first mother and that can't be
taken away.