Sunday, November 10, 2013

Kids and growth


I decided to copy two of my fb post here and add two more post above them.  That way I have them where I can find them down the road if I want/need to be reminded of progress.  
 
Today, (Sunday) 17 yo had been assigned church food.  I use chorebuster.net for my chore chart.  It helps mom not be the bad guy.  She decided to do the chili she made earlier in the week.  It was really good.   Last night when we got home from grandson's bithday party she sit about getting stuff done ahead of time for cooking today.  This is WITHOUT being told!!!  She even enlisted the help of bugboy.   He helped her peel sweet potatoes and chop them up.  They put a pot of beans on to cook in the crock pot over night.  She ask questions along, but for the most part she was very much in charge of what she was doing. 
 
Her plan was to get up at 5 and finish.  Her alarm didn't go off, she miss set it or something, not sure.  She got up about 6:30.  No biggy, I knew she had time.  She set right to work getting everything cooked and added.  Again she ask a few questions but very few and they were good questions.   I helped her out on adding a bit more water to it but that was the extent of what I did.  She also got potatoes on to boil to make mash potatoes to go with it.  This is all without mom saying anything.   So now at 9AM she has a huge pot of chili cooked, and just needs to mash potatoes to be done with church food.   Chili smells awesome!!!
 
I have been working to create in kids especially new ones a spirit of thanksgiving not I deserve.   It seems foster kids don't know how to say thank you for any nice thing done to them or for them.   Since Bugboy has to have store bought milk I buy it for him every week.  Never a, "Thanks mom!" but just the give me attitude.  One week we didn't go by WM and I didn't get on Thur. he was really not happy. I bought on Sat. but again no thank you.  So I said, in his hearing it might be a while before I bought any more because he couldn't say thank you when I made a special effort for him.   It was interesting to watch the wheels turning in his head.  I did skip buying the next Thur.  I bought on Sat. and amazingly he remembered to say Thank You. 
 
It is something that we all have to work on I know.  It is just even more evident in these two.  I know we had the same thing with the others.  It is a process, but if you don't start it then it doesn't come into completion.   Much the same way 17 yo came to realize that saying thank you or noticing when someone does something nice for you makes people more willing to do for you and help you.  I see a lot of growth in this area with her.  She has now started noticing and thanking people when they help her or do nice for her.   After the milk incident Bugboy has not missed a chance to thank me for his milk.  :)   I see him following others thank you with his own either about supper or a treat. 
 
Here are my earlier face book post:
 
Growth! Tuesday I gave my 17 yo a recipe to make for supper and told her to double it. This would have been inpossible 6 months ago. While she wasn't able to add the fractions and reduce she could add them and did know that 3/3 was 1 whole. She also was able to figure out what a sweet potato was and get them peeled and chopped up. Beans are cooking. She is adding water along as needed. Mea...t is browning, onion chopped and added along with green chilies. While at 17 these may seem simple to many, she had never even used a stove until a year ago. She came with a late 2nd or maybe early 3rd grade reading ability and math wasn't even that high. So for her to add the fractions, and read the recipe with very little help is HUGE!!!!

 
Wednesday  bug boy started a letter to his case worker. I borrowed it and copied it before he got up this morning to share. It touched my heart. To really understand why it touched me you have to know it has been a rough week. His world has gotten very small. He lost playing outside without big kids to watch him. He lost playing in the school room. He basicly is where mom is. Yesterday he h...ad even lost most of his toys that he had been playing with in here for being to rough. He had been coloring but when I went to print him another coloring page he wasn't happy with the choices so I suggested he draw his own. He was mad over that. Then decided to write his cw. I copied this just like he wrote it.

"to the lovely miss Ronda: hey miss Ronda I want you to come sometime. how are you doing and how are your dogs. and I miss you and I have a surprise for you when you come. and I Love this house thank you for putting me here."

Not being in control makes them feel safe, even as they chalange you for that control over and over and over and over and............... If you had ask me if he liked it here most of the time I would say no because he is in trouble, his world gets smaller and smaller. I try hard to be fair with him, at the same time everything is a chalange and test. It is a tough season for both of us as he learns I really do follow through EVERY time and I do mean what I say and will back it up. Yes, I go to bed early and exhausted most nights.
 
 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Daughters Poem~Powerful!

Get Over It
 
I sit beneath the shade....
Listening to a woman share her fears.
"Nobody cares... Life isn't worth living, nothing is fair!"
I feel my compassion begin to fade.
Anger begins to take it's place...
I look away, so I can hide the pain on my face.
She continues, "You'd never understand...
I am the only one who hurts this way.
Your life is simple, you never had to fight to live on more day."
I turn to her...
"Ma'am, I am just gonna say,
You are right, I never had to fight for one more day.
No, for me it was life or death...
I only had to fight for just one more breath.
You are right, I'd never understand your pain...
I choose to deal with it, so it wouldn't drive me insane.
I refuse to live on the fairs,
You must learn to see that it is only part of Satan's snare.
This is life...
You must learn to get along... or learn to live in strife.
The only way I can help is to let you know...
You need to learn the simple way to handle your terrible life...
Get over it, Cause if you don't then you will contiue your fit.
While you sit and cry...
The world will continue to go.
People will live, others will die.
If God wanted life easy and pain free...
The His only son wouldn't have died for you and me.
It was hard, why, wouldn't you cry...
if your son had to die?
God didn't say that life wasn't fair...
He didn't tell the worl that He didn't care.
His Son didn't throw a fit, but instead made a choice.
This was a choice, in which, He had to bring to life
Instead of just using His voice.
People living today, are so vulnerable and weak...
They sit and moan, having no idea how powerful the words they speak.
In order to receive fame...
It is taught that one must learn to blame.
They say, "Carry your hate! Let us think of his/her fate!"
Your heart can be deadly...
What you decide to dwell upon, will determine the life your lead.
Should the ground hate the sun... for it didn't shine?
Shall I hate you for taking time that was mine?
If not, then why do you hate?
Why try to be God and determine someone else's fate?
I don't mean to say that the fate is death...
No, you just want them to fight for one more breath.
You are the kind that drag others down
You just want the whole world to moan and frown.
I hope this poem steps on your toes...
I haven't said anything you didn't need to know.
I pray that this touches your heart,
and that you'll ponder this for a while...
-Marie J.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Randomness and keeping 14 yo boys busy...

This morning it was cool here with a nice north wind.  I discovered my peafowl taking up the barn gates.  Soaking up the sun out of the wind.  I knew there was a reason I liked those silly birds!  After my own heart!
 
Yesterday I was headed into the school room and quickly stopped to snap this picture.  Be sure and look at the mismatched boots.  One belongs to her sister.   She was after a book.   As you can see mean Granola keeps all the kid books on high shelves!  

 
I have a 14 yo that seems to stay in need of something to do.  I suggested he go get a load of wood the other day.  I didn't get a picture before he unloaded the trailer that he was towing behind the ranger.

 
This morning I ask him to do me a favor.  I wanted to put my button quail in this big cage, but I don't trust that they couldn't squeeze through.  So I ask him to cover it with some plastic netting we have stored away from I don't even remember what.   It's hard to see the net, which shows just what an awesome job he did on it! 

 
Yesterday he came in and announced that he had put the extra lights that dad had bought for the ranger on.   They are not where I would have put them, but they are attached, cords ran and switch installed!  They even work! 
 
 
I have suggested to dad that he give him a list and have him do things for him.  Today he did have a list, but mom's list trumps dads or big brother's!  Dad ask him to roll up some old fence, while big brother ask for a load of fire wood.    I think he is off doing one or the other now.  Not sure, maybe both!

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Another Poem: Hold…

My daughter wrote this poem today.  She told me she dreamed of being pregnant last night.  Then after that I shared with her a friend's adopted daughter gave birth way to soon to a way to small baby girl.   She went and wrote this poem.    Please lift my friend and her family up as they mourn Justice Faith's birth and death: 

Hold…

 

I watch them carry you away…

I silently beg that you’ll live for a day.

 

I can hear voices in the next room…

In my heart, I feel death loom.

 

I hold back my tears…

I chase away my fears.

 

Although a few tears escape as they fall upon these white sheets…

Child, will you remember my heart beat?

 

I see a man, and he tells me you won’t live…

 

My head whirls, tears blind my ability to see…

My mind screams, “How can this be?”

 

They carry you back to me and lay you in my arms…

I look at your small sweet face and can’t help but think,

Even near death, you still have charm.

 

I don’t want you to die…

I just said hello… why must I have to say goodbye?

 

I close my eyes…

My mind is racing with “whys”

 

I see God’s face…

I am overwhelmed by His love and grace.

 

He gently took my child…

He looked at me and smiled.

 

“Do not let your heart become sad…

Listen, My Child… death is not bad.

 

Just because they are gone…

Doesn’t mean they aren’t singing a song.

 

Death isn’t as terrifying as you think…

It is merely birth and life…

It would be over before you could blink.

 

Hold this child as you would anyone you love, thriving in your heart.

 

You, My Child… are one of the best!

You, are stronger then the rest.

 

You have lived, given life, and seen death…

You, My Daughter, will forever be blessed.

 

When you hold to Me…

This is the Death you’d see.

 

When you truly love Me, I am Death when your time ends…

So stand out! Refuse to follow others and blend.

 

When the world fades and see Satan as Death…

You, My Loved One, will be blessed.

 

So listen… and Hold fast to Me…

And when you die, I am Death, whom you will see…”

 

I feel a touch on my hand…

I look to see my child holding onto me…

“Mama, I may have not flown far, but I have flown... now I must land.”

 

I blink away the tears, “I will hold you in my love… Go, my child.

Go to Him as a treasured dove.”

 

I feel my body stir and my eyes open.

 

Death is two beings…

 

One is God’s love and grace…

The other is Satan’s face.

 

Listen closely to my words…

 

Hold once in life…

Hold twice in death…

Hold forever in life again.

 

We all will die…

We all will have to say goodbye.

 

So my friends, tell me…

 

Which Death do you plan to see?

 

~Marie J.~

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Another Poem.....


Gone

 

I look into the mirror and see a smile…

I begin to wonder if it will stay a while.

 

I see the sparkle in my eye…

Life seems so good, why did I wish to die?

 

I remember my tears…

I have fought some of my fears.

 

It is kinda hard to believe I am really loved…

A little bit more so to know He reins from above.

 

I fight against my own hate…

I refuse for anger and fear to be my fate.

 

I used to not understand gone…

Now I do, it is just part of my life song.

 

Everyone has ups and downs…

Why should we go on living with a frown?

 

I am who I am ‘cause I choose to be…

Granted, I am not the saint that you seem to see.

 

I crumble…

I stumble…

 

I fall…

However, that’s not all…

 

I made a choice to slay my hate…

I wanted a new slate.

 

I have learned so many things!

I write to allow you to hear my heart sing.

 

I cry…

So that you know, I really do try.

 

I may not be what you want to see…

Nevertheless, I am better than I used to be.

 

One day we will all be gone…

Even though we have all been wrong.

 

God will never go…

Our pain, He sees… He does know.

 

When pain comes your way…

What will you say?

 

How will you deal?

Would you control what you feel?

 

Life is a dance…

Give God a chance.

 

Please remember…

 

Everyone has ups and downs…

Must your face be scarred from a frown?

 

God really does love you…

Sinner or saint… doesn’t matter what you do.

 

Don’t hate…

Be embarrassing for others to know anger and fear was your fate.

 

Everyone really does cry…

If they don’t, take my word, it’s a lie.

 

One day we will all be gone…

So tell me…

 

Just how good do you want your life song?

 

~Marie J. ~

 

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Vita Mix Chocolate Pudding

2 C. milk
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 C. sugar or other sweetener
3 Tbs corn starch
1 egg
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 teaspoon butter
Coca to taste, start with about 2 TBS.

This is from the Vita Mix cookbook.   We do it a little different in we start with cold milk.  We also double it.   Cook milk, salt, sugar, coca and cornstarch until thick.  The easy way to tell when it is thick is it stops bouncing as much and the motor changes sounds.   Turn it on low and through the cap dump the butter, vanilla and egg.  Mix for about another minute and it is done.  Eat it hot or chill and serve later.  Hot is always better!!!  

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Another poem!


I Am…

 

I am no Beauty Queen…

I am no model.

 

I am not as lean as some…

But to God, I am as stunning as can be.

 

I am no Barbie…

My life is not as perfect as it is in my dreams.

 

My eyes aren’t blue…

Instead they are brown.

 

I am beautiful…

I am stunning.

 

The mirror tells me lies…

People around me make me doubt.

 

“I am fat. My nose is too long and narrow…

My neck is too long, my eyes are brown instead of blue!”

 

I fail to see what God sees…

 

He tells me…

“You are not fat, but lean.

You nose is narrow and beautiful!

 

You have a beautiful smile

Your neck is stunning

Your eyes glisten with my joy.

 

Your hair shines and is beautiful!

Everything about you makes me smile.

 

Your lips sing of my love…

Your hands write of my heart.”

 

“But’ I say ‘No man will ever love me!

I am ruined… I am impure.”

 

He laughs gently and gazes into my eyes…

 

“Oh my love! You are not ruined…

You are not impure.

 

I have your man in the palm of my hand…

He is growing and waiting.

 

But do not give your heart away…

Until you hear me say okay.

 

You will meet him someday…

I am writing your love story.

 

It will be more beautiful than any other…

Yes, my beautiful one.

My love, yes it will be.”

 

I sigh, “I will wait.

When my love and I share our first kiss on our wedding day…

I will know that I could have waited forever…

For this.

 

I am pure.

I am beautiful.

I am.

 

~Marie J.~