I haven't been here for a while so I will quickly show you my favourites from good old Erin!!!
Monday, July 29
Saturday, July 27
I can't begin to tell you how happy I was to be blessed with a baby girl as my third child. After two boys I was beginning to believe that "mummy daughter time" would be something that I would never experience.
My baby came into the world and I was so excited that my mind ran away with all the possibilites that nurturing a little girl would bring, shopping, chatting, clothes, makeup, coffees, sharing, pink, frills, flowers, sweet smells and laughter.
I was waiting for such a time as this...
Sharing in absolutely beautiful parties like this one....
Watching her grow in friendships
and becoming a role model for younger ones...
eating sweets with friends...
Watching her have fun!!!
I just love a girly party!!
Thanks Demi for sharing your birthday with us!!!
Wednesday, July 24
Well I'm starting to get on the band wagon and get back to Blogging!! I've had a personal request from my father who seems to be enjoying my rants!! lol
So I'm starting with a letter I found which I have changed a bit to send to my own son. You see we have had a few challenges this year at school and my heart breaks as I see him navigate his way through such tough times. This letter is such a lovely one written to encourage the next generation into shounderstanding and demonstrating compassion to others. I hope it touches you like it did me!!
Tomorrow is a big day. Fourth Grade – wow.
Harry – When I was in fourth grade, there was a little boy in my class named Adam.
Adam looked a little different and he wore funny clothes and sometimes he even smelled a little bit. Adam didn’t smile. He hung his head low and he never looked at anyone at all. Adam never did his homework. I don’t think his parents reminded him like yours do. The other kids teased Adam a lot. Whenever they did, his head hung lower and lower and lower. I never teased him, but I never told the other kids to stop, either.
And I never talked to Adam, not once. I never invited him to sit next to me at lunch, or to play with me at recess. Instead, he sat and played by himself. He must have been very lonely.
I still think about Adam every day. I wonder if Adam remembers me? Probably not. I bet if I’d asked him to play, just once, he’d still remember me.
I think that God puts people in our lives as gifts to us. The children in your class this year, they are some of God’s gifts to you.
So please treat each one like a gift from God. Every single one.
Baby, if you see a child being left out, or hurt, or teased, a part of your heart will hurt a little. Your daddy and I want you to trust that heart-ache. Your whole life, we want you to notice and trust your heart-ache. That heart ache is called compassion, and it is God’s signal to you to do something. It is God saying, Harry! Wake up! One of my babies is hurting! Do something to help! Whenever you feel compassion – be thrilled! It means God is speaking to you, and that is magic. It means He trusts you and needs you.
Sometimes the magic of compassion will make you step into the middle of a bad situation right away.
Compassion might lead you to tell a teaser to stop it and then ask the teased kid to play. You might invite a left-out kid to sit next to you at lunch. You might choose a kid for your team first who usually gets chosen last. These things will be hard to do, but you can do hard things.
Sometimes you will feel compassion but you won’t step in right away. That’s okay, too. You might choose instead to tell your teacher and then tell us. We are on your team – we are on your whole class’s team. Asking for help for someone who is hurting is not tattling, it is doing the right thing. If someone in your class needs help, please tell me, baby. We will make a plan to help together.
When God speaks to you by making your heart hurt for another, by giving you compassion, just do something. Please do not ignore God whispering to you. I so wish I had not ignored God when He spoke to me about Adam. I remember Him trying, I remember feeling compassion, but I chose fear over compassion. I wish I hadn’t. Adam could have used a friend and I could have, too.
Harry– We do not care if you are the smartest or fastest or coolest or funniest. There will be lots of contests at school, and we don’t care if you win a single one of them. We don’t care if you get straight As. We don’t care if the girls think you’re cute or whether you’re picked first or last for handball at recess. We don’t care if you are your teacher’s favorite or not. We don’t care if you have the best clothes or latest Ipod or the coolest gadgets. We just don’t care.
We don’t send you to school to become the best at anything at all. We already love you as much as we possibly could. You do not have to earn our love or pride and you can’t lose it. That’s done.
We send you to school to practice being brave and kind.
Kind people are brave people. Brave is not a feeling that you should wait for. It is a decision. It is a decision that compassion is more important than fear, than fitting in, than following the crowd.
Trust me, baby, it is. It is more important.
Don’t try to be the best this year, honey.
Just be grateful and kind and brave. That’s all you ever need to be.
Take care of those classmates of yours, and your teacher, too. You Belong to Each Other. You are one lucky boy . . . with all of these new gifts to unwrap this year.
I love you so much that my heart might explode.
Enjoy and cherish your gifts.
And thank you for being one of my favorite gifts of all time (other than your brother and sister!!).
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