It's a long story and I don't have the strength, the heart or the time to pen the circumstances. I need lots of prayers and lots of good wishes heading in our direction. I seldom, if ever, ask for anything... I need these NOW....more than ever.
Thank you all!!!!♥
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Monday, March 11, 2019
14 days ♥
I have learned much in the past 14 days!
- NEVER take anything or anyone for granted
- What you don't know, can kill you
- Even less is more
- Knowledge is power....and peace
- Never judge a book (human) by its cover (persona)
- Helpless doesn't have to mean hopeless
- Love unconditionally ........ if you don't, it's not love at all
- Family has nothing to do with genes
- Normal is 98.6.......not usual, not typical, not expected
- Be your own normal ♥
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
DNA
It's all the rage...DNA. The law enforcement world loves by it, the medical world depends on it and now everyday, run-of-the-mill folks can learn from it. For just a few dollars and a cheek swab, you can find new beginnings.
Both of our kids are adopted...not a newsflash for those in the know! The information that comes home with them is often sketchy and riddled with inconsistencies. In our cases, both Jeff and Jess came with some limited information including ethnicity (for lack of a better word.) Jeff was delivered with a background of Polish and Irish while Jess came with an American Indian heritage. We knew a few current facts as well that calmed our fears of being completely history ignorant.
For Christmas in 2017, I gave each of the kids DNA kits. I thought it would fun as well as informative and at least give their kids a picture of possible roots across the pond. Jess did hers sooner than Jeff. That fit with the researched facts that most adopted girls are interested in who they are. Boys, a horse of a different color. Generally, they are content with who they are and where they came from. A few weeks ago, Jeff decided to throw his spit in the ring too.
Jessica's kit was returned with, surprise, very little Native American lineage... She was mostly European in the regions of the Netherlands and Switzerland. Wow... All these years when we bought her the native American barbies and American girls, dreamcatchers and moccasins, we were promoting her ethnicity somewhere completely off the chart. We still wonder a bit as we were so inspired by genetics when she, as a child, named her two kittens, Rain Cloud and White Paw. :-)
So, now we know we should have focused more on wooden shoes and tulips.
Jeff's kit is still being analyzed but we are no longer dishing out Polish jokes and Kielbasa. We'll welcome whatever heritage news we get and will embrace it. Jett will know where his roots are and someday he may choose to study his beginnings.....(we know they began in Charlotte ;-)
We all think it's more important to know where you're going than where you came from......unless you don't know! We've learned the past few weeks that personal history is important. It could change your life....forever. DNA is more than just Deoxyribonucleic acid ... It can open a door to "Defining New Ancestors" or if you choose to just let it be, Doing Nothing is Acceptable!!
We were given gifts on February 14th and June 4th. We let them develop who they are...good, bad or indifferent, Now, through the genius of research, they can learn where their lineage took root... I believe knowledge is power and the more you know, the more you can be. We'll see !
Both of our kids are adopted...not a newsflash for those in the know! The information that comes home with them is often sketchy and riddled with inconsistencies. In our cases, both Jeff and Jess came with some limited information including ethnicity (for lack of a better word.) Jeff was delivered with a background of Polish and Irish while Jess came with an American Indian heritage. We knew a few current facts as well that calmed our fears of being completely history ignorant.
For Christmas in 2017, I gave each of the kids DNA kits. I thought it would fun as well as informative and at least give their kids a picture of possible roots across the pond. Jess did hers sooner than Jeff. That fit with the researched facts that most adopted girls are interested in who they are. Boys, a horse of a different color. Generally, they are content with who they are and where they came from. A few weeks ago, Jeff decided to throw his spit in the ring too.
Jessica's kit was returned with, surprise, very little Native American lineage... She was mostly European in the regions of the Netherlands and Switzerland. Wow... All these years when we bought her the native American barbies and American girls, dreamcatchers and moccasins, we were promoting her ethnicity somewhere completely off the chart. We still wonder a bit as we were so inspired by genetics when she, as a child, named her two kittens, Rain Cloud and White Paw. :-)
So, now we know we should have focused more on wooden shoes and tulips.
Jeff's kit is still being analyzed but we are no longer dishing out Polish jokes and Kielbasa. We'll welcome whatever heritage news we get and will embrace it. Jett will know where his roots are and someday he may choose to study his beginnings.....(we know they began in Charlotte ;-)
We all think it's more important to know where you're going than where you came from......unless you don't know! We've learned the past few weeks that personal history is important. It could change your life....forever. DNA is more than just Deoxyribonucleic acid ... It can open a door to "Defining New Ancestors" or if you choose to just let it be, Doing Nothing is Acceptable!!
We were given gifts on February 14th and June 4th. We let them develop who they are...good, bad or indifferent, Now, through the genius of research, they can learn where their lineage took root... I believe knowledge is power and the more you know, the more you can be. We'll see !
Monday, March 4, 2019
Every Monday Matters
As everyone who has read my ramblings knows, Mondays are my favorite day of the week. A fresh start, back on schedule, TV shows at regulars times, soap operas to make my life appear relatively normal and all is right with the world...or at least my little piece of it!
This morning, Kathy Lee and Hoda interviewed a fellow who had a panic attack one Monday and an epiphany ensued. It was time for him to stop worrying about living up to everyone else's expectations and to live his life more for himself! He aptly titled it, Every Monday Matters! I've known that for....forever!
This Monday, I'm a little older, a little wiser and a little more thankful for every single friend and every single moment. I'm a little more grounded and humbled knowing I can't fix everything for everyone I care about but there are those who can help me along the way. Those who share experiences, those who talk me through bad times and those who just listen. That makes me luckier than most!
This morning, Kathy Lee and Hoda interviewed a fellow who had a panic attack one Monday and an epiphany ensued. It was time for him to stop worrying about living up to everyone else's expectations and to live his life more for himself! He aptly titled it, Every Monday Matters! I've known that for....forever!
This Monday, I'm a little older, a little wiser and a little more thankful for every single friend and every single moment. I'm a little more grounded and humbled knowing I can't fix everything for everyone I care about but there are those who can help me along the way. Those who share experiences, those who talk me through bad times and those who just listen. That makes me luckier than most!
Monday, February 25, 2019
When?
They say that God never gives you more than you can handle! When exactly is that and how will I know.? I think I'm getting close :-(
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Vows
Can't keep them......don't make them! Although vows are just words they have a connotation connected with them that makes them almost holy. Webster calls them a solemn promise by which a person is bound to an act, service or condition. That's why marriage ceremonies include vows. Marriages are like many of the things in life that we are unable to do unless we have complete knowledge and are actually licensed to do....like driving a car, owning a firearm, teaching our children or practicing medicine...just to name a few! They take forethought, desire, skill, patience, and the determination to be in it for the long haul.
Better - Worse
Richer - Poorer
In Sickness - and in Health
To Love - and Cherish
It ain't easy folks but nothing worthwhile ever is. Just sayin'
Better - Worse
Richer - Poorer
In Sickness - and in Health
To Love - and Cherish
It ain't easy folks but nothing worthwhile ever is. Just sayin'
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Forty Valentines!
There's the 7-year itch, 16 candles, 25th everyone's new baby. He was showered with love from everybody we knew...from the fire department to the police department. His arrival was met with smiles, gifts, calls and visits. Grandma and Grandpa Hatfield even delayed their Florida vacation to welcome him home.
anniversary, terrible 2s but not much slaps you into reality like 40 Valentines. Forty years ago today, we headed north to pick up our Valentine gift. He was just about the most perfect thing on earth....or anywhere. He was a smiler, a sleeper, an eater and a perfect baby.........well until I kept waking him with my finger under his nose to make sure he was still breathing. He was
Barely a reprimand or a stern look in all 40 years. They don't make kids like that...or at least I couldn't. He loved everybody and everybody loved him right back. Some things stuck even 40 years later. He still calls his Uncle Ray, "Honey Ray" and his name in return was, "Hank!" He still has a profound bond with his babysitter and (2nd Mama) Resa Dee. We knew her then as "Ah-Rah!" He loved his Dukes of Hazard ta-gar and would sing the chorus of Elvira like it was a concert on stage. He had no fear from birth and carried it right into Motocross. He was our champion and we loved every minute (minus the breaks, ambulance rides and hospital stays.) He raced hard, worked hard, liked hard and loved hard.......pretty good attributes, I'd say.
When he moved to Charlotte our hearts ached but we knew everybody flies sometime. He broke hearts and some broke his. More than a decade plus, he came home. Second best day ever!
He's our poster child for the nature versus nurture theory with nurture winning by leaps and bounds. Disappointment will never be associated with this guy. We couldn't be more proud of his work ethic, his commitment to his family, his sense of humor or his joy of fatherhood.
We couldn't be more joyful in those who chose to allow him to be our son. A gift of love far beyond what most could do or would do. We were lucky then and so much luckier now. Forty years have flown... with every single one happier because of that Valentine's Day in 1979. We gotcha and what a gift you are ♥
Barely a reprimand or a stern look in all 40 years. They don't make kids like that...or at least I couldn't. He loved everybody and everybody loved him right back. Some things stuck even 40 years later. He still calls his Uncle Ray, "Honey Ray" and his name in return was, "Hank!" He still has a profound bond with his babysitter and (2nd Mama) Resa Dee. We knew her then as "Ah-Rah!" He loved his Dukes of Hazard ta-gar and would sing the chorus of Elvira like it was a concert on stage. He had no fear from birth and carried it right into Motocross. He was our champion and we loved every minute (minus the breaks, ambulance rides and hospital stays.) He raced hard, worked hard, liked hard and loved hard.......pretty good attributes, I'd say.
When he moved to Charlotte our hearts ached but we knew everybody flies sometime. He broke hearts and some broke his. More than a decade plus, he came home. Second best day ever!
He's our poster child for the nature versus nurture theory with nurture winning by leaps and bounds. Disappointment will never be associated with this guy. We couldn't be more proud of his work ethic, his commitment to his family, his sense of humor or his joy of fatherhood.
We couldn't be more joyful in those who chose to allow him to be our son. A gift of love far beyond what most could do or would do. We were lucky then and so much luckier now. Forty years have flown... with every single one happier because of that Valentine's Day in 1979. We gotcha and what a gift you are ♥
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