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Something really special
This is a little update on the blog below:
7_pound_angel's_first_sunset
Today was the second Sunday that the seven pound angel named Karl came to church. I think that is pretty good, since he is only a few weeks old and, basically, the only Sunday that he missed was his first morning out in the air.
Well, here is what crossed my mind and led me to blog, as if anyone REALLY cares.....
I was reflecting on how Karl, along with his two brothers and one sister, have provided me with something I always wanted, and never thought I'd have.
I always wanted to have a family to hang out with in church, even once in a while.
Having forgotten to have my own children (talk about a head slapper! That is a big thing to leave off the to-do list!) I'd managed to accept my place in life as someone who would pretty much hang out alone in the pew. (OK, I'll resist the old jokes about she who sits in her own pew....)
But I have to tell you about the pews before I get to the point. The pews in this old, old church are like little sardine can partitions. I guess families must have been pretty small back then.
Before Karl was born, his family of Mom, Dad, and three kids could barely fit comfortably in one pew.
I'd come in and sit in the pew in front or behind Karl's family and, before I knew it, one of the little ones would be coming around the side to visit or, even funnier, crawling underneath to see how I was. I'd always have a warm feeling from these visits.
It felt a little like a wish being granted.
Two Sundays ago, I got to sit next to Karl in his carrier but, for some reason, I was afraid to pick him up and disturb him, this being his first visit to church and all.
Well, last Sunday, we sat up in the balcony, which is always a treat. Up in the balcony, you can see the big chandelier in the middle of the room, and look down on the people below. It gives you a whole different perspective.
But back to Karl's family. His older sister came over to show me the treasures in her princess purse and draw some pictures for me. The boys were in their usual state of varying degrees of perpetual motion until everyone climbed down the stairs to the first floor for the children's sermon.
Some time around then, I got up the nerve to ask if I could hold Karl.
Before I knew it, he was fast asleep. As I looked at him, I realized that I had my wish with certainty.
I don't know if babies remember all the grown ups who held them from time to time, and adored them. The way things change, today's grandma or grandpa can become tomorrow's stranger in an old, dusty photograph.
Can you remember someone from your early childhood who made you feel really loved, then sort-of faded out of the picture? What is it that you remember about that person?
As for me, I am just filled with gratitude that the world provides cute little babies and their adorable brothers and sisters for silly people who forget to have their own kids...like me.
7_pound_angel's_first_sunset
Today was the second Sunday that the seven pound angel named Karl came to church. I think that is pretty good, since he is only a few weeks old and, basically, the only Sunday that he missed was his first morning out in the air.
Well, here is what crossed my mind and led me to blog, as if anyone REALLY cares.....
I was reflecting on how Karl, along with his two brothers and one sister, have provided me with something I always wanted, and never thought I'd have.
I always wanted to have a family to hang out with in church, even once in a while.
Having forgotten to have my own children (talk about a head slapper! That is a big thing to leave off the to-do list!) I'd managed to accept my place in life as someone who would pretty much hang out alone in the pew. (OK, I'll resist the old jokes about she who sits in her own pew....)
But I have to tell you about the pews before I get to the point. The pews in this old, old church are like little sardine can partitions. I guess families must have been pretty small back then.
Before Karl was born, his family of Mom, Dad, and three kids could barely fit comfortably in one pew.
I'd come in and sit in the pew in front or behind Karl's family and, before I knew it, one of the little ones would be coming around the side to visit or, even funnier, crawling underneath to see how I was. I'd always have a warm feeling from these visits.
It felt a little like a wish being granted.
Two Sundays ago, I got to sit next to Karl in his carrier but, for some reason, I was afraid to pick him up and disturb him, this being his first visit to church and all.
Well, last Sunday, we sat up in the balcony, which is always a treat. Up in the balcony, you can see the big chandelier in the middle of the room, and look down on the people below. It gives you a whole different perspective.
But back to Karl's family. His older sister came over to show me the treasures in her princess purse and draw some pictures for me. The boys were in their usual state of varying degrees of perpetual motion until everyone climbed down the stairs to the first floor for the children's sermon.
Some time around then, I got up the nerve to ask if I could hold Karl.
Before I knew it, he was fast asleep. As I looked at him, I realized that I had my wish with certainty.
I don't know if babies remember all the grown ups who held them from time to time, and adored them. The way things change, today's grandma or grandpa can become tomorrow's stranger in an old, dusty photograph.
Can you remember someone from your early childhood who made you feel really loved, then sort-of faded out of the picture? What is it that you remember about that person?
As for me, I am just filled with gratitude that the world provides cute little babies and their adorable brothers and sisters for silly people who forget to have their own kids...like me.
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As I read your post I thought of several people who came into my life in one way or another to show kindness, with their time and attention. Thanks for the reminder Sandy.0 Pixie Dust
Posted 08-24-2009 at 10:19 PM by GoofEme 
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Beautiful sentiments!
My great-grandmother comes to mind. We spent more time with her when I was little than when I started to get older. We always called her Mamaw. When I was pregnant, I asked my mom what she wanted to be called for a grandmother. It was in honor of Mamaw that she asked to be called Mamaw as well. (This was my dad's grandmother, not my mom's, so she called her Mamaw as well.) Mamaw used to bake the best tea cake cookies every time we would visit, and make me cheese grits every morning for breakfast when I would spend a week with her. 0 Pixie Dust
Posted 08-25-2009 at 06:24 PM by christiejay
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Those are such nice memories!0 Pixie Dust
Posted 08-25-2009 at 11:02 PM by Sandra Bostwick
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Such a very, very sweet thought!!!0 Pixie Dust
Posted 01-03-2010 at 02:34 PM by orionchika
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My aunt Liz and uncle Bill Neuman,
Tought me the calm side of life that things can be love and not fall apart like my dad life had been. Also took time to show how a plug should be pluged in. Little things that made a different. I didn't get that attention until my father got remarried to someone that made my life independent with love. Sandy I also have a family I care for Help drive my friend's kids around to places at time and spend time with them. The oldest child is in Jr and meet the family when she was in 1 grade the their next younger child since kinder garden she is in Middle school she the one that kept wanting me around, then there two younger one girl and a boy. The girl is in 4th and the boy is in 2nd he happen to be in the class I help out with. The oldest two kids and the boy see me as a uncle the young girl is not sure lol anyway I'm part of there family and it been great. I had the one that goes to middle school one time, while visiting at their house sat on my lap and we read a book together while she was in 1 or 2 grade that was a magical moment. As I was typing this they call me on the cellphone, to say hi.0 Pixie Dust
Posted 01-04-2010 at 06:42 PM by TNTWheels
Updated 01-04-2010 at 06:53 PM by TNTWheels -
That was really an awesome comment, Todd. Thanks everyone!0 Pixie Dust
Posted 01-04-2010 at 10:22 PM by Sandra Bostwick
