Since I last posted, things have been a bizarre mix of crazy and calm. I’ve had some better MG days, and another bad MG crash. (Totally my own fault there. I had a great day and busted my butt cleaning house and doing other things that had been driving me nuts. Which resulted in me over-doing it, and not laying down to rest all day long, because I thought I didn’t need to. And then it all caught up to me all at once and I paid for it in a big way later that night. You would THINK I would learn by now, but apparently I’m pretty dense.)
We had a happy Christmas, and some major stress. We had our furnace go out again, and had to have it repaired again. Will and Emma had a great Christmas. Ella managed to speak a few times and said some totally awesome things, and she said one thing that was incredibly sad and left me praying for emotional strength (more on that later).
She did new things this Christmas, and did them well. She also had a bad reaction to a new food we tried, that has triggered a major set back. She is having issues that haven’t been a problem in at least 6 months. And the bruises on my body are a visible sign of the extreme tantrums that she has been having at times. Trying to help her through this has been heart breaking. I believe we are starting to see a little improvement yesterday and today (slight, but there), so I am cautiously optimistic that she may be starting to come out of this. It is shocking what one bad food reaction can do to her.
I will try to update on all of the Ella stuff (good and bad) over on Enduring the Silence, when I have more time.
But for now, I just wanted to touch base, and make one last post here for 2012. It’s been another crazy year of highs and lows – thus is life. You have to learn to dance in the rain.
Speaking of dancing in the rain, we had a couple of different “Secret Santas” that blessed my children this year. And for that I really cannot say enough thank-yous. We received a package from a secret Santa from Illinois.
When we got the call from the post office that we had a package over there (yes, we got a call – our post office is cool, in a stepping-back-into-Mayberry sort of way), she said “I’m trying to get all of the packages out of here before I close, can you guys come over and get yours?” We were like, “Package, what package?”
We had no idea we had a package there. With an Ella in meltdown mode, it wasn’t a good time for us to leave and Patty (the post office lady) was shutting down in less than 30 minutes. So my parents offered to take our key over and pick up our package and mail. It had presents for each of the kids. Including Christmas socks, puzzles, and an adorable little bear.
Our church wanted to make sure that the kids had a happy Christmas as well. I love each and every member of that church. It is a small church, but with a loving and huge heart. They are what a church should be. And not because they helped out my kids (although that was wonderful), but because they are truly Godly people and they have never stopped caring for me and praying for me, in spite of the fact that I can no longer physically attend there. They may not be large enough to have a large youth group and a sound system and 500 other fancy things. But I can send my children there with confidence that they will meet and know the sort of people that I want them to grow up knowing Christians can be. Not a church full of judgement and nastiness (I’ve visited a few of those in the past). But a church that is like family. People who were good to me growing up (and still are) and whom I know will be good to my children.
And another mystery “Secret Santa” left a bag of goodies next door at my parent’s house, that included toys and a $50 iTunes gift card that will go a long way in helping buy autism therapy apps for Ella’s iPad.
I don’t mean to imply that Christmas is primarily about gifts, my kids know the true meaning of Christmas. I don’t feel that there is a conflict between that and gift-giving, as long as things are kept in perspective. I taught my children that the reason that we give gifts is to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. I tell them that we can’t physically put a gift in Jesus’ hands, so we give gifts to loved ones, in celebration of his birth. And we have a birthday cake for Jesus each Christmas. :)
Typically we have a plain white cake with white icing. But this year, the kids had cupcakes and lemon pie for Jesus’ birthday. :)
(Oh and for the negative naysayers that like to rant about the fact that Jesus wasn’t born exactly on December 25th, we know that. Our kids know that too. But they also know that it is the intent that matters, not the exact date. As I explained it to them, if their birthday falls on a Monday, and we celebrate it on a Saturday instead, it is no less a celebration of their birth. Same goes for Jesus. It matters not to me that we have the exact date, what matters to me is the intention behind our celebration.)
I’m not even going to try to figure out who our Secret Santa’s were. I thought about trying to figure it out at first, because I am a curious sort after all, but then I decided that it is much more magical to just leave it the way that it is.
So whomever you are, we thank you. You surprised us immensely and brought big smiles to our faces.
I hope everyone reading here had a wonderful Christmas and for my last post in 2012, I want to thank each of you who take the time to read the posts I write here. According to my statistics page, my readership now includes 97 countries! That’s so neat. And a little freaky too. LOL!
I know that my posts often range widely – from absolute silly non-sense to serious matters, and my lack of the “required” blog theme topic is considered a no-no in the blogging world – yet you read what I write and care about my little family and our adventures all the same. And I love ya for it!
Happy New Year!