Shortly after my young 2yo son was born I had the strong feeling that my family was not complete. That an anxious little boy was waiting up in heaven to get the opportunity to have a body. This impression never left me. Each month when I was fertile I could feel the call to get pregnant and give this anxious boy spirit a body. I was not shy in telling others this. Already I had four children "enough" by the social standard and people around were starting to put pressure on me to be happy with only my four. At each of these moments I told them with complete confidence that I knew one more child was to come into my family. I stopped short of saying one more boy, for that fact seemed to be between me and the Lord.
IamCurious was born in July of 2005 and in October of 2006 I found myself unexpectedly pregnant again. Normally our family tries to get pregnant after the "baby" of the family is two, thus spacing the children out by three years. This was a surprise. We do natural family planning, and this was the first surprise we had in eight years.
I am having a hard time focusing to write this because of the anxiety symptoms I am experiencing while writing this.
I was so overjoyed. I felt that I was a helpmeet to the Lord, and that the Lord had given me a baby inspite of our best efforts, because he knew what was best for me and the baby.
Never before in any of my pregnancies have I felt like I knew the personality of my child, the way I felt I knew the personality of this darling little boy. I would giggle at his sense of humor. He was considerate enough of me to "pick" to be born in August as I dearly wanted him to be. But the anxious little thing decided it was a good compromise if he got to pick his year, for I would have planned to have him in August a year later. I felt his little spirit at all times, many times when I was alone I would close my eyes and feel his spirit. It was a strong unique spirit that was determined and funny. I would tell everyone, with joy, that I could not wait for this little spirit to be born so I could meet him. And thus happily I went about the early month and a half of pregnancy.
I made cute little turtle ornaments, inorder to announce to the extended family that did not already know, that we were expecting again. The turtle has always been a symbol of my inutero babies because when my mother was expecting me, my sisters told her I must be a turtle because I was taking so long.
Unfortunately on Christmas day things took a change for the worst. My body was thrown into a miscarriage. And that is all I can seem to write about for now.
Hoping to get some sleep.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Tumbalinas newest blog entry is so cute.
"I am adopted, my name is Tumbelina. I am thinking of getting a snake, but mom wont let me. I'm 6 and a half, I'm in first grade. That's all."
For homeschool we were learning how to spell the word Love just before she started her blog. She was so cute about wanting to write about her family that she loved. At first I was not sure that she was even writing in her blog so I asked her what she was writing about and she chimed in "my family" in the sweetest way.
Her first entry said this " My favorite Mama is Mama. My favorite sister is Hugs and Angel. And my favorite Mama is Mama, *giggle* *giggle* *giggle*, that's so funny. ( "Again" Angel says. "Yes that's because I love her so much" Says Tumbelina) And my favorite brother is Curious George, the cute little face ."
This really means something. Considering the fact that she lived in nine homes before she lived permanently with us (when she was about three years old).
One of the best things that has come of this blogging is to give Tumbelina an outlet to just be herself. She is so eager to please and fit in that she runs in circles around Angel trying to be just like her. Many times she wants what Angelic wants, her favorite color is what Angelic's favorite color, and when ever Angelic is complemented she tries to do exactly what Angelic did so that she can get a complement also. But when we started blogging, she answered truthfully about her own likes and dislikes. It is a nice way for her to express her uniqueness without worrying about fitting in so much.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
This last summer my BF Kerry called me up and told me about a great homeschool activity called Drum Talk , meeting at a near by park. Kerry and I are always interested in good ways to teach our children about music. This was only a few days after my house fire. And I had just washed my hair in some experimental hair thing that made my hair look like it was covered in Vaseline, even after three washes! But I was so excited I went anyways, I just wrapped my hair up tight and hoped noone noticed.
We loved George Grants interactive and fun way of teaching music. George is an expert in drums and has traveled the world learning to drum from different cultures. George talked about the current trend in teaching music, teach theory and notes first. George said this most often this leads to musicians who can play alone, but can't keep in rhythm with a group.
Kerry and I both did Marching band, and we saw firsthand how having a sense of rhythm made all the difference in a performance.
George starts with fun ways to learn the rhythm, until you become the rhythm. (at least that is how I put it.)
Watch this homemade Drum Talk Video and see the progression of simple activities, that seem strange, yet develop a great sense of rhythm and ability to drum.
George starts at the simple basics of the drum words and then carries it out to where the students are learning to read music, but the rhythm is established before they read music.
For Kerry and I this was the perfect way to teach music, inexpensive materials and support for the parent to learn first and teach to the child. Teaching the most foundational music theory and building up in a fun way that you don't have to force on your children. No "But, mom do I have to practice?" around here. It is one big interactive game. Our kids love it.