Friday, December 10, 2010

Second Child

Mrs. Joy, an amazing woman who taught Madeleine's 3 year old Sunday School when we were at Lovers Lane UMC, and just happened to live two streets away from us, is a huge part of our lives. She lives two doors down from Madeleine's piano teacher, so every Wednesday Everett and I go to Mrs. Joy's while Madeleine is learning piano. Mrs. Joy plays football with Everett, chases him around the yard, gives him a cookie and milk, and always has a color sheet for him to color. She is an incredible woman and I am so thankful for her influence in my life and in the lives of my children. Mrs. Joy also invited me to be a part of her Book Club that she began 25 years ago, the EZ Reader's Book Club. I so enjoy these ladies, the discussion that we have of the books, and the wisdom that they share.

Like me, Mrs. Joy has two children, first a girl and then a boy.

Mrs. Joy shared with me this poem and I think it is such a treasure:

Second Child by Toby Devens Schwartz from the book "Mercy Lord, My Husband's in the Kitchen and Other Equal Opportunity Conversations with God."

Dear son, dear afterthought
memento of one tiny flight of love
for whom I sacrificed my trip to Nassau, my job promotion, the last of my waistline
Happy is the woman who hugs her child in the night and says
It was worth it.

Dear son, dear second-born
reluctant toothless dragon of my dreams
who dug in for a ten-month gestation (you still there? phone calls begin)
and a nineteen-hour labor (you still here? the obstetrician grins)
Happy is the woman who rocks her child in her arms and says
It was worth it.

Dear son, dear what will be
sweet triumph of hope over fatigue
who looks a little like his father and a little like his mother and a lot like a miracle.
Happy is the woman who holds her child in the light and says,
It was worth it.

It was worth it, Lord,
Thank you.

Face-painting

When I think back on this fall, it feels like it has been a whirlwind of activity since August when school started. Right before the 3-Day for the Cure, I was co-chair of this big art program at Madeleine's school called Reflections. We had a total of 225 entries that had be mounted on posterboard and judged. The night of judging was the day after my birthday and I was at Madeleine's school from 5 pm until 12:30 am! The good news was we were able to send 45 to district, and the kids had a lot of fun making the art.

The day before the Komen 3-Day, my mom flew in from Austin. I had to be at the school to hang ribbons on each one of those 225 entries, so my mom took the kids home to play. When they picked me up at school a little bit later, faces had been painted!

here the kids are at Moss Haven Elementary. Madeleine is standing in front of her red ribbon picture of our street.

Here they are face-painting!

Everett even painted himself!

And he wanted to wear the face-painting hat!

Then Everett wanted to face-paint Nana!

And boy, was she covered in paint!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Inspiration to walk

As my mom and I were nearing the end of our 3 day, 60 mile journey on the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure, my mom reminded me about her dad, my grandpa. Grandpa loved to walk in his local mall, Memorial City Mall. He would go every day during the week and racked up 5,000 miles at Memorial City Mall! He won a free pair of tennis shoes and his name was put on a plaque. Mom and I talked about going to visit and see if the plaque was still there. As we were digging deep looking for inspiration to make every step, my mom reminded me about my grandpa. This is a picture of my grandpa with his granddaughters, my sister and me, at my mom's wedding to Don in 1995.






Monday, December 6, 2010

The Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure

Wow. What an experience. It was more than a month ago, but I still think about it everyday. Mom flew in from Austin the day before (on Thursday) and we woke up on Friday morning at 5 am. At 5:30 am Aunt Sally, a gift from God, arrived to take us to Plano. Aunt Sally said that she would willingly take us to Plano as long as she did not have to walk 60 miles in 3 days. In the car Aunt Sally told us what her strategy would be. Walk a block or two, go to the side of the route and put your thumb down indicating that you needed to be picked up by the sweeper van. The sweeper van would then take you to the next pit stop. Aunt Sally recommended walking a few more blocks and repeating the sweeper van pick up move. We laughed and laughed and wondered if that would be what really happened. I am happy to report that we walked the entire 60 mile route and never once had to ride in the sweeper van.

The first day seemed to fly by. Opening ceremonies (pictures below) began at 7:30 am and we saw women walking who were undergoing treatment for breast cancer, yet, still had the desire to participate in the 3-day. We saw banners with words like Anniversaries, Birthdays, Births, and heard words reminding us that there are many whose lives are cut short because of breast cancer. They deserved a lifetime, and that is why we walked. There were 2,700 walkers with 425 volunteer crew. Every walker raised at least $2300. The 2010 Komen 3-day for the cure Dallas/Fort Worth walked raised over $7 million!


The last few miles on Friday were hard, but the constant support from the cheering stations were amazing. We did not go more than 3 miles without a pit stop or a cheering station. The cheering stations were where hundreds of people lined the sidewalks with posters, candy, kleenex, trash cans, and even margaritas! When we walked through a cheering station, we felt like we could have walked 20 more miles (maybe). I was also amazed at how many people were in costume, we saw 2 pink gorillas and so many men in drag, so many pink wigs! I was totally blown away Friday morning to see Sonja Gold (pictured below), my friend from Oak Lawn UMC. Seeing her totally made my day!


My mom and I decided that if the other person was not there, we would not have been able to walk each day. Having that accountability, that companionship, that support, made it doable. If we could just make it to lunch (pictured below - we look great!), we were more than halfway through for the day! Friday night my hip was hurting, so I made a visit to medical, and was given the gift of a wonderful physical therapist who helped me stretch. When we got to camp Friday night, we had to set up our pink tents, you have never seen such a sight as 1500 matching pink tents on soccer fields! We made a beeline to the 18-wheeler showers and the non-stop hot water was another gift from God! We had a great meal of chicken parmesan that had been cooked in an 18-wheeler (not the shower one), and were asleep by 8:30 pm!



Saturday was cold. Friday night I had gone to bed with my pajamas on, and even slept with my jacket on under my sleeping bag. Saturday was colder. My hip was really hurting me, but the cold froze my legs so much, that I did not feel much of anything! What a gift! We took pictures of the frost on the ground and just kept putting one foot in front of the other. People had told us that Saturday was the hardest day, so I was determined to not have Saturday be my hardest day! I was amazed at the walkers in costume! One of the 450 men who walked was the largest fundraiser and he raised over $17,000. Every day he wore a pink bra and shorts. It was cold and he only had on a bra! There were bees (boobees), angels, and people with pink cones on their heads. It was amazing!


We were able to see Lee and the kids (pictured below) at one cheering station in the morning, and my sister, Kristin and her kids (pictured below) at a cheering station in the afternoon. Those cheering station were a huge morale booster! We somehow made it through Saturday, and even though we had heard that those curbs would hurt, walking up and down a curb by the end of the day felt like we were climbing up and down Mt Everest! Saturday night we had steak that was delicious and we danced a little bit in the dance party, but my hip and knee were pretty tired and I was asleep by 8:30 pm again.



Sunday was hard. Sunday was supposed to be the easy day, but it was hard. It was daylight savings day so we got to sleep in! but we were on a bus to get us closer to Dallas by 6:15 am! We saw Scott Trulock and Jennifer Sowders in the morning (pictured below) and were so thankful to be cheered on by such wonderful friends! At lunch we discovered that we both had blisters. We had gone 50 miles without a blister! The last 2 miles were brutal. My knee hurt so bad (I think I was walking funny because my hip hurt). When I saw a sign that said "limping is walking," I agreed. The last 2 miles were unforgettable for the pain but also because of something that my mom did. She got out the list of people that she carried with her the entire 3 days. A list of women who had died from breast cancer. Friends from her work, members of our family, people whose families had given money to us in their memory. My mom began to tell their stories. She told me about people that she worked with who had gone every week for chemo, her namesake Aunt Nan who had wondered what the large lump on her breast was. My mom telling those stories made me feel like my pain was nothing. It would go away, and as another sign said, "blisters don't need chemo."



Walking into Fair Park was amazing. We had made it, we had walked it! But at Closing Ceremonies when the people who were survivors walked out with their pink shirts, I felt like I had been a part of something that I would never fully be able to explain to someone. I had seen heroes, I had walked with them, and I would be forever changed.

It took a good 2 weeks for my knee not to hurt and even a month later when we walked the Turkey Trot, my knee hurt again. My blister eventually went away, but when my mom called and asked if I walked to walk with her again next year, I did not hesitate to say, "Yes, I'm in!"

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Our stories

We have a wonderful class at Oak Lawn United Methodist Church called Search Warrant. Search Warrant is taught by the incredible Rev. Patsy Brundige. Search Warrant is about the write way to celebrate life. This past Monday Patsy brought in an old suitcase that had duck tape around it because the locks had been broken (I am assuming due to age). Patsy shared that she had been cleaning out her garage and found this old suitcase that had been her mother's. Patsy opened the suitcase with much suspense and revealed the many pictures that were inside. Patsy had no idea who was in any of the pictures. She thought that some were of her uncle who had died of influenza at an early age, but the pictures had no names on the back, no dates, no stories. Those faces just stared out at us. They had no stories to share.

Patsy was trying to bring home the importance of recording our stories, she said that if she had opened up the suitcase to find reams of paper filled with stories about the people in the photos, then the people in the photos would have come alive. Instead, she only had unknown faces.

I thought of helping my mom clean out her house on Galveston Bay. I remember a huge table filled with photographs. If the photograph had people in it that we knew, we kept it. If it was a scenic photo, we threw it away. The people were what was important for us, but we have to tell their stories, tell who they were, and how they impacted our lives or else they will just be unknown faces.

And that made me think of Christmas letters. Every year my mom has produced a Christmas letter and a few years ago she had them all bound. "An Anthology of Christmas Greetings from 1980-2005." 25 years of Christmas letters. That is something that I treasure, and one of the reasons why I love to write a Christmas letter.

Anyway, I have been thinking about our stories and how we can write them down and share them. The write way to celebrate life...

Happy Birthday Jesus

We are so blessed to be at Oak Lawn United Methodist Church with the wonderful children's choir. On December 5 at 11:00 am the kids will be singing "Happy Birthday Jesus." Here are the words:

Happy Birthday Jesus. I’m so glad it’s Christmas. All the tinsel and lights, and the presents are nice, but the real gift is you. Happy Birthday Jesus. I’m so glad it’s Christmas. All the carols and bells make the holidays swell, and it’s all about you. Happy Birthday Jesus. Jesus, I love you.

and here is a link to a movie of Everett singing.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

A quote

I have a lot to write about, Halloween, our possum that has been living in our attic, and most importantly my experience walking 60 miles with my mom for the Susan G. Komen 3-day for the Cure. But today I have to clean my house because I am hosting a Thanksgiving potluck for the neighborhood moms group, so here is a quote that someone shared at book club on Tuesday evening:

Life is like pizza. When it's good it's really good. When it's bad it's still pretty good.

1 month countdown

In one month I will begin my renewal leave. I'm so thankful for the Lilly Endowment and that White Rock UMC was one of 233 congregations...