Giving in itself is a gift, that we are blessed with the cash to be able to give is something to be thankful about. Being able to share at the end of the year---the fact that we had a good year and are able to buy whatever we want for our family is truly a gift!
Now lets go shopping, I am feeling the love!!!!!!!
Guess I should finish those Christmas cards and get them out too!
Now for the mystery---------revealed! Catharine has received her gift so I can now show you all the little package we put together for her.
The contents of the mystery gift from the draw a week ago are...
a few goodies....Snowflake ornament made by Kaitlyn, painted rock magnet made by me and every thing else is just little treats I thought others might like since I do....the weekly calendars-love them and the teas too! I ended throwing in a few extra chocolates...not show...because I know how many kids my dear friend Catharine has and two just wouldn't have cut it!
The last day of gymnastics wrapped up this morning and daddy showed up with coffee in hand---for me, he is so sweet, and then took Kaitlyn to her class, did I say sweet? (Sigh) He really is. I should not complain!
On the way home from buying groceries at Sobey's, after our traditional after gymnastics-Monday morning pit stop to McD's.....I witnessed an accident.
I saw it coming, like in slow motion, my eyes stretched wide open, mouth gaped, I slurred out a "Nooooo, waaay, he's not gonna, he is, they're gonna-----(loud crunch, squeel)----gasp, they did."
"Oh, man, that was stupid, what was he thinking?!"
There were probably at least 15 other cars around when it happened and all closer than I was but they kept going. I pulled over and hung out---the guy who was a fault sat in my truck to stay warm--he had a supped up Charger and the hemi did him no good today, mind you the girls that he hit were flying.
The girls were both hurt, one with a bleeding face and the other with neck injuries---they got whisked away quickly while the offending dude, who had his plates in his trunk and no coat, insurance or licence with him---and had been in three other accidents this past year hung out with me waiting for the cops. It was a very interesting experience!
As I sat there I played over the accident in my mind, recreating it, thinking about the angles and speed and how if the girls hadn't been speeding the whole mess would have most likely been averted. Took a few pics. (I know, I take photos of everything)
I am a visual person, I remember what I see first and associate everything to that.
When I was young----er, I used to want to be an investigative accident recreating specialist-is there even such a position?
I have seen a lot of accidents, been in a few-not my fault and have always been interested in the math involved and how the accident could have been avoided.
New subject...
Remember a while ago I went on that dreadful playdate? Well today she called and asked me to go shopping with her. I said sure, the mall is a safe neutral place to meet, why not, I still feel drawn to help or encourage or something...let my light shine for her. We did some Christmas shopping and looked at clothes.
Of, course everything I tried on Kaitlyn tried on too. Looked way better on her too!
Anyway, it was a long afternoon. I don't mean to mope or whine, but it was brutal.
I just don't know what to do with this situation. I feel such a strong draw to be an example to her and to be a support to her, yet I find it extremely hard to be around her. She has filthy language, every other word is G** d**n or f**k or a whole string of others. It is not only that but she is also really loud and obnoxious and every where we went people stared.
She made a comment about her language and got mad at her kids a few times for repeating what she said.
I said, "Well maybe if you didn't say that then your daughter wouldn't repeat it."
I was so afraid to say something and offend her....she is also super sensitive, but I just don't want my kids around it, at all!!!
I feel such a burden in my heart for her and her sweet little girls, they really are adorable.
I also feel a little miserable that I am even sharing this experience, I just have no idea what to do or say.
Today I was mostly quite--not normal for my usual blabby mouth, but I just had no idea what to say and figured that if I was quiet and calm, maybe it would wear off on her. I really feel the Lord has a plan here, I just wish I could read his mind!
Ok, lets get over this, I will just leave it in His hands, something I am working on in a few other areas of my life right now too, maybe he is trying to teach me something through this too.
On another note,
I received this in an e-mail from my dear cousin Kim(click), I hope she is ok about me posting it, but I really wanted to share it...and I think I should print it and put it on my wall, and if people come over and are unimpressed with the mess, I will shove it their way for a read. Here it is:
Mother, of Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done
and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
-- Author Unknown
Yup, so when you come and see this. It is this way because I love them:)
Tonight ended up being craft time...with such a busy day and no nap I had to keep this one entertained till bed time. No conking out at 6---we pushed till 8:30 and then she was out for the night....I hope.
After all the fun beads where used up she gave up and walked away. "All done mom, no mo beads!"
I put the last few on for her and the clasps. I should have measured before pinching the clasps on though because it fits me rather than her. Guess I'll just have to put it in her treasure box for later.
And the flakes are finished! About time too, now that the season is in full swing. Oh well, I will take them down to the store tomorrow. (I hope)
I am not making any concrete plans, we all know how those turn out!
Click here to see them on my art blog.
5 comments:
I love that poem from Kim, Anna. I remember seeing it at someone's house when I was little...
It is so true!
THat's scary, witnessing an accident. I'm glad no one was hurt worse...
Girlie looks cute trying on clothes, and I wish I had some advice to give on your playdate friend....
You are such a generous soul, Anna. Your package was so thoughtful, and so was your gesture to go shopping with that other mother.
I hope everything is OK with the girls who got hurt today. Scary stuff!
Heidi
The gift is great, the accident, yikes! And the profanity, wow, you are amazing... I would have walked away. But you are right, God has a plan and how brave you are to answer His call.
:-)
I love the poem and your secret gift, how thoughtful.
And I love that you stopped for the accident. Witnesses are supposed to stop, but nobody wants to get involved these days. In the past witnesses have saved me from being at fault in an accident.
As for your play/shopping date friend. I know that it is a hard thing to do, but if you actually enjoy hanging out with her and want to you might just want to tell her that you won't be able to if she can't stop swearing. As you don't want your kids picking it up.
Great paintings! Oh I wish I had your talent :)
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