Sunday, December 30, 2007

Merry Christmas!

Above : Christmas Eve before Mass.
Below : Mary enjoying her Christmas morning waffles.

Below : Ellie and Katie in their matching coats from Grandma Jackson.


I'm a bit late on this but I've been somewhat busy. ;) So Merry Christmas! It is, after all, still Christmas until Epiphany on January 6. Our society doesn't see it that way and while Christmas music and decorations begin November 1 they are immediately stopped on December 26. Anyway - there are lots of rich traditions and feasts between December 25 and January 6. Today is the Feast of the Holy Family. I began the celebrating last night with watching The Nativity Story. I love that movie. It really shows a side of St. Joseph that is rarely seen. What a wonderful and faithful man he was. There's no big fanfare for him and he is generally only in the background but he is certainly a wonderful model for any man/husband.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Christmas Is Near

Above : Hannah and Katie caroling at a local nursing home with the Little Flowers group.
Above : Katie lost her other front tooth at The Henry Ford today. Guess what she wants for Christmas. (ha ha)
Above : Our annual picture in front of the big Christmas tree at the Henry Ford.
Above : Grandpa showing Samuel his name on the train. Samuel was quite impressed. And look how grandpa carries not only Sammy but also two teddy bears!


Here's a poem that Brandon wrote the other day. I asked his permission to put it on the blog.

Mercy by Brandon Ekblad

I have fallen short
In the race
See the tears
Fall down my face

The dark one circles
Always taunting
I see my sins
Constant haunting

I fall to my knees
I weep bitter tears
I still keep falling
After all these years

But then a light
I see the merciful Lord
He ushers away
The devils dark horde

I see rays of light
coming from His breast
I feel them touch the heart
Beating in my chest

My heart beats faster
I feel the Lord's love
Descending from heaven
I see a white Dove

And then I see Mother
With arms stretched out wide
She whispers to me
Please do not hide

The Lord is merciful
He washes your impurity
He will take away
All your iniquity

Finally the Father
With arms stretched out wide
Says "come back to Me
In you I wish to abide"

So when you have fallen short
Remember God's love for you
He has forgiven me
He will forgive you too.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

WE GOT SNOW!!!




YES! I love, love, love the snow! I've been waiting and waiting! Finally we got it. A nice early Christmas gift for me. :) Above are some pictures of the kids playing in the snow. Below is a link to a cute little skit that was emailed to me. My head is pounding so I'll go and just say have a Blessed third week of Advent! May there be peace in your homes during this hectic time! God Bless!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me!

The kids made me a wonderful birthday cake and cupcakes and even put snowflakes on them since we didn't get real snow. :)
Decorating the tree - the kids put it up and put the lights and ornaments on. Great job kids!
Well - my birthday came and went and it was great. Jesse had the day off so that was very helpful. I was able to go to lunch with my mom, shop a bit, we put up our Christmas tree, had dinner at my parent's house, and Colleen had a surprise coffee night for me! That was so great! My "morning" sickness was kept at bay so I was able to enjoy the entire day! I really dislike my birthday in general but this one turned out well despite a broken down van and an unfix able garage door.


Advent is in full swing over here with the Jesse tree, Advent calenders, a few crafty type things, and the general anticipation of Christmas. I really, really wish it would snow. I love the snow and it makes things so pretty. I'm selfish as I generally don't have to leave the house so I don't worry about driving in it.


Hannah, Owen, and Katie are finished with schooling until January. They have a few books to read and instruments to practice but that's it. Really it's a much needed break for me. I am terribly burnt out and often look around and wonder if God was serious when He called me to homeschool and have 8 kids. I feel poorly equipped and utterly unprepared for what goes on daily in this house. I still see myself as a 12 year old kid with little skill to handle it all. Poor Jesse really has to pick up the slack (especially when I'm pregnant and have a newborn) so he's been basically working two jobs for a couple of years now. Brandon, Hannah, and Owen are a huge help as well so really I shouldn't complain. At this point I'd gladly trade in the five years I spent in college for 6 months of real training to be an efficient home manager.


I was getting my blood drawn the other day and when the nurse found out this was my eighth baby she said "so I take it you don't work and your husband makes tons of money". Well - seeing that she had a needle in my arm I couldn't answer with what I wanted to so I just said "we get by fine". A man (yes, a man) that was also working there peeked around the corner and said "you better rephrase that as she doesn't work OUTSIDE THE HOME because with that many kids she DOES work". Clearly his wife had gotten these comments on more than one occasion. The more children I have the more comments I get about how we must be rich and I must have domestic help, etc. that I get. I never know what to say so I just don't say anything. How can you put into the words what you really *do* all day long? The same nurse felt the need to enlighten me about birth control and how a hundred years ago she could understand people having so many kids b/c they didn't know better but now we do. Why on earth is it OK to say that to someone? And she wasn't even being nasty. It was like general chit chat to her. Thank God my friends and family are all very welcoming of our family (and many of them have largish families themselves). I don't know what I would do without them.


Anyway - as I look at our stockings hung by the fire I think it's a ton, LOL. We keep having to add hooks and will have to add another next year. It is a lot of work having these kids. Jesse and I really have to work together to get things done. It's taken a lot for the two of us to overcome our selfishness and put the kids (and our spouse) first. Also, I have the best friends and family. Yesterday was such a tough day and today Colleen showed up with not only lunch but dinner and desert also! My mom called me from the grocery store to see if I needed anything, got it, and brought it by! That was the second time she'd been here delivering things today! Teresa (my SIL) picked up pictures I had taken of Mary at the mall today. I think I'm pretty spoiled! So thanks to you all! And thank you to everyone else in my life that strive to make my life easier! I feel like a queen over here. I hope I can pay you all back someday!


God Bless Your Day!

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

It's A Wonderful Life

Katie, Jackson and Samuel enjoying our first *snow*. :) Leigh Anne and Mike Denja both sent this to me. God bless you guys! I so needed it today (this week). Pray for me that I can keep things in perspective as life spins out of control.

It’s a Wonderful Life!
As a cold drizzle soaked the soccer fields, I huddled on the sidelines with another mom. Her only child was in third grade, like my youngest, and she was sharing how she had recently re-enrolled in college to finish her degree. After describing how great it was, she said sympathetically, "Well, once the kids are gone, you can get back to what you wanted to do, too."
Ouch! She didn't mean to be insensitive about my choice to focus my energies at home while raising the kids, but her words hurt. She implied that raising kids wasn't a valuable use of my life, so the sooner it was over the better. Her comment reminded me how undervalued mothering is in our society, even by, or maybe especially by, women themselves.
As an aid in correcting this sort of self-defeating point of view, I find the Christmas movie, It's a Wonderful Life, to be a splendid analogy. In this 1946 classic, we first meet George Bailey after a financial crisis has caused him to contemplate jumping off a bridge and ending it all. Now, I must admit that motherhood has, on occasion, driven me to similarly extreme thoughts, but that is not the analogy I want to explore today. No, I want to look at how George, like most modern women, grew up with big dreams. George was aiming to get out of his small hometown and make a difference in the great beyond somewhere. Unfortunately, events and people kept getting in George's way. Events like his father's death and the stock market crash of 1929. People like his brother who never returned to help George with the family business and the local millionaire, Mr. Potter, who served as George's nemesis.
In response to these events and people, George sacrificed his big dreams little by little. In the face of each new crisis, George put himself at the service of his community, rather than of himself. In doing so, George acted as a type of Christ, and his community became a more loving place. Unfortunately, George himself didn't believe in the importance of his little acts of love. George believed his life had been a waste; so much so that when the accidental loss of $8,000 put his company and family in financial and legal trouble, George entertained suicide. He believed that the life insurance money he could provide for his family by his death would be more valuable than his presence in their lives.
There are many parallels between the plight of George Bailey and that of modern mothers, but let me highlight just one. It was George's misguided perception about what was truly valuable, not his rightly guided actions, that limited his satisfaction with life. So it is for many modern mothers. George, like so many mothers, made the right, life-giving choices each time he chose to invest his talents at home in Bedford Falls instead of running off to do it somewhere more glamorous. The problem was that George couldn't see it that way. So, God sent a quirky guardian angel named Clarence to show George that his life was not a waste. Clarence did this by showing George what a big difference all of his seemingly little, life-giving choices had made. At the end of the movie George understands and begs of Clarence, "I want to live again! I want to live again!"
This Christmas, let me be Clarence for you, for just a minute. Thank you, mom, for all the time, talent, and treasure you are devoting to your family. You are making a difference. Our world is a better place because of your service to your family. Thank you for all the little sacrifices and the big ones, too.
It's easy to think, like George Bailey did, that all the really fulfilling, important stuff happens outside our homes somewhere out there in the big career world. It doesn't. It's just easier to quantify out there. Next time you feel like I felt at that drizzly soccer game, sidelined in the game of life because of the life-giving choices you've made, remember this: You, just you, are more important in the life of your family than any material thing you could ever provide. Believe it, act on it, and the world will be a better place because of you.
Heidi Bratton writes from Cape Cod, MA where she pens a column for Catholic families called "Home Grown Faith." For seasonal and topical collections of her columns email her at homegrownfaith@gmail.com. Heidi is also a homeschool parent of five children, a professional photographer, the author of eleven Christian children's books, and a book for moms, Making Peace with Motherhood and Creating a Better You. Her books are available through www.paulistpress.com.