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Happy 6th Birthday, Chance!

Today, my firstborn, Chance, turns 6.

I know I say this all the time… but I really feel like we JUST found out we were pregnant after 3+ years of being told we were infertile. I can’t believe he’s so big.

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My dearest Chance,

You never cease to amaze me. Every minute longer I get to be your Mommy only reminds me of how undeserving I really am of this privilege.

You are kind.
You are considerate.
You are loving.
You have deep compassion.
You’re inquisitive.
You strive to be the best in all things.
You love your brother… even when he’s not all that kind to you.
You are SO smart.
You are patient (most of the times).
You can see the good in everyone.
You love Jesus.
You love Daddy and me.
You are quick to forgive… which is amazing because I mess up a lot.
You are quick to ask for forgiveness.
You have an unquenchable desire to learn.
You have a strong sense of justice.
But your extension of grace is stronger.

I know I’m your Mama… but you teach me something new about Jesus every day. And I want to thank you for that.

Daddy and I thank God every day that He let us be a part of your life. You make us better than we were before. You make our family whole.

Chance… I love you more than words could ever express… but I hope you never stop hearing us tell you with the words we DO know.

You will always have my heart. Happy 6th Birthday, my sweet boy!

Love you forever, I like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be,
Mommy

Chance at 5 years

Chance at 4 years

Chance at 3 years

Chance at 2 years

Chance at 1 year

Chance’s first few days

Take a minute and wish my boy a happy birthday.
We’ll read this together when he comes home from school.

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Some photos from his birthday party last Saturday are below.

Helpless

I hate feeling helpless. In all areas of my life. And though I can honestly say that I embrace the feeling of helplessness a lot more than I used to…

… I still hate it.

The two worst kinds of helplessness (in my opinion) is in natural disasters and watching your children suffer. Combine the two… and I’m not sure I would survive any of that mentally or emotionally. I fortunately haven’t had to ever endure the double whammy and pray hard that I won’t ever have to… but this week, I watched one of my children suffer.

Chance started with a dry cough two Wednesdays ago, the day before school started. The cough hasn’t gone away, but it wasn’t paired with congestion or fever… so we just watched him. The cough got worse. More frequent. Still no pairings but it kept him (and the rest of the house) up at night. Other than being exhausted during the day, he still seemed “fine”… till last Thursday.

He had the school call for us to pick him up from school. He had a low grade fever (99.6*… honestly, I think everyone runs hotter here in El Paso) and so we did. That afternoon, he seemed fine. He even tried to weasel his way into playing games and watching movies. I gently told him, “If you come home from school sick, there are no games, no toys and no movies. All you get to do is nap and read.” That made him want to go back to school.

But then, the next day, he was still in bed asleep at 7:45am. This is rare for our kids. They’re usually up at 5:30am, praising Jesus and such (not really). I just called in sick for him. At certain points in the day, Chance would cough so hard and for such long periods of time, he would turn completely red & purple. I tried not to show panic, but I knew he couldn’t breathe.

His birthday party was on Saturday. I thought about canceling it, but again, by afternoon, he seemed fine.

Saturday came and went… all seemed well. Other than being a bit tired and slow, Chance seemed normal. But then on Sunday… OH SUNDAY… the boy basically slept all day. And when he woke up from his nap, he had a small rash on his left cheek. After dinner, it spread to under his chin, and by bedtime, it was all the way to his right cheek as well.

I panicked.

I took pictures and texted them to my friend, Anne, who also happens to be the NP at Chance’s Ped’s office. She said not to panic (yeah… right!) and to come in first thing in the morning.

8:30am rolls around and Chance and I are the FIRST ONES in that office. What’s interesting was when Chance woke up in the morning, his face was completely clear. We had nothing to show Anne there… but she did discover that Chance couldn’t take a deep breath without coughing and had an ear infection.

Chance’s very first ear infection.

Well… he got his first swimmers ear earlier this summer… but it’s not quite the same thing.

Thank God for Medicaid for the boys because Anne could prescribe the exact medications Chance needed to kill this virus without any extra cost to us. We came home with a nebulizer and meds for his ear infection and cough. Well… sort of. He went down for his nap first before taking any of that and woke up like THIS:

No itch. Not warm to the touch. No raised bumps. He didn’t even know he looked like this till I showed him this picture.

Before you ask, no I didn’t change detergent, lotions, or anything else that would cause this. And within the hour, the rash disappeared… again.

Always after his nap. The only thing I could think of was he must have brought an allergen home and shared it with his bed so I took all his bedding and sleep loveys and tossed them in the wash. On HOT.

I honestly think it’s allergies. I had really horrible asthma AND eczema as a kid and  ”outgrew” it (even though I still get it if I hang out with cats too long) so Chance could very well be experiencing the negative sides of my gene pool.

All this to say… I feel HELPLESS. I’m doing my best for my little boy… but his little body just has to fight the rest off.

So, I’m asking you… in my helplessness… please help me. Pray for Chance. Pray for me. Pray for all of us.

To end it on an upper… Chance looks, feels and acts a LOT better since starting his meds today. Here’s the video we took from tonight:

I’m hoping with all his clean bedding, he’ll wake up good as new. I’ll keep you updated.

Thank you in advance for intercessing on our behalf!

An Evite Extra

I recently sent out an evite for Chance’s little birthday party coming up this Saturday. He’s turning six on September 1st, but we always throw him a party the week before because Labor Day gets in the way of everything. And Chance would like me to tell you all that he would like superhero toys and a DS for his birthday, which by the way, he won’t be getting from us. He’ll be getting something practical because we’re LAME parents.

ANYHOO…

As most of you know, evite.com is an internet based invitation service. We use it because it saves paper, postage and resources. Plus, it’s free.

To RSVP, you click on “yes”, “no”, or “maybe” and enter in the number or additional guests you will be bringing with you. There’s also a space where you can type in a message to the host, for example: “Can’t wait!” or “We’ll be there… but a smidge late.”, etc.

Well… my friend and boss, Greg, must have had a funny moment in the middle of his day or something, because when I logged in to check RSVP’s, this was HIS message:

I think I’ll be bringing the whole clan…unless of course I don’t. So that would be a total of 5 unless something happens & I lose them on the way…which is very possible OR they lose me along the way b/c I’m not good @ ‘joining’ things like riding in a car especially since my car is a total wreck on the inside & smells like Thanksgiving turkey which is a whole other story that I think is absolutely hilarious – speaking of hilarious – have you ever seen the show Community? Funny stuff! I love it. But America will probably reject it b/c – well – it’s funny & not stupid (ie all reality shows)…I have an idea for a reality show called: The Highway – its where you set up a camera on a stretch of highway in the middle of the desert & the spot where you set up a camera you have different scenarios happen to complete strangers (blown tire, appearing to sideswipe a human, snake attack, coyote infestation, etc)…speaking of coyote’s – we had a dog named Boo who was killed by coyotes – he was half chow/half husky – he was awesome…we named him Boo b/c when my brother & I would play Contra on the original Nintendo – he would (the dog not my brother) jump @ the explosions on the screen & bark – it was so funny: so we called him Boo (but also it was influenced by me reading To Kill a Mockingbird & I liked Boo Radley or at least his name)…man video games have come a long way, haven’t they? It’s like you’re actually IN the game – which could be problematic if we actually were IN the game, but wouldn’t that be cool? Think about it, if you were in Mario Cart – how fun would that be? I’ve tried acting like I’m in Mario Cart while driving on I10 but when I do that, I always get a ticket…speaking of which I have to be careful here on out – b/c I10 is CRAZY – I almost got smooshed by a couple semis – of course I was in their blind spot – which can be incredibly dangerous if you know what I mean. So we’ll see you Saturday.

I feel dizzy.

He’s a freak. And by freak… I mean, this was the best RSVP ever!

What was the best RSVP you’ve ever received?

How fast can YOU Eat a Lollipop?

Was just spending some time with Paxton and decided to hit record. Welcome to my world…

So how do you eat a lollipop?
Suck till obliterated or a few bites?

“Where are you… From?”

My sister, Renee, is hilarious… and pretty much says it how it is.

I get asked this question all the time. My answer is always the same… “SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.” And of course, I’m just being a pill cuz I DO know what they’re really asking.

Watch this… learn… and most of all… enjoy!

How about you?
What’s YOUR ethnicity?

Standing in the Gap

A few posts ago, I asked what you wanted me to write about and you guys gave me some GREAT topics. So, I decided to go with my friend, Crystal’s, request first:

write about life as a missionary and the challenges and joys that come with it… as well as the life of redemption God is currently walking you through. what are you learning? what is God showing you to work on (cause we all know none of us have arrived yet).

I never thought I’d be a missionary. If I’m completely honest… I thought coming out after my affair would take me out of ministry permanently mostly because I was always taught sinners don’t have a place on the platform. Good thing that’s not true.

In fact, God not only restored Brian and my marriage but He’s currently redeeming our faith journey.

Being missionaries has been fulfilling and at the same time, absolutely alienating. We are in a foreign land. El Paso is in Texas, but we can LITERALLY see Mexico from where we are. Everyone here speaks Spanish. Everyone but us. I feel like I’m standing in the gap between “I know my purpose” and “what have I gotten myself into?”.

As surrounded and as embraced as we are by Paseo… we still don’t feel like we fit in. I still think this move was the best thing for our family unit. We’ve gotten to test the core of our family a bit in all this, and I can’t say I’m disappointed. I’m just saying following God’s call isn’t easy. However…

Community is happening here. Ministry is happening here.

In fact, Brian just left to go play poker at a nearby bar/restaurant. He goes, because there are regulars there. He goes because we’ve decided to be a PART of the community here… not call them to gather around us. Brian goes because two weeks ago, he got to share our story with a man there who isn’t churched. And in that conversation, that man asked Brian to meet with him regularly to talk about life… as it’s really lived. So Brian goes.

Our next door neighbor is going through a divorce. A divorce that is not his first choice. His Mom was just here for a month so she could watch his 4 year-old, Kristian, while he was on duty. He’s in the military so he’s gone days at a time. His estranged wife, who is abusive in ways that are unspeakable, agreed to sign divorce papers and hand over custody of Kristian if he would pay her a small amount (yes, she basically sold her child to him). He’s hurting. His little boy is hurting. So Chance and Paxton play with him. I share my wireless internet access with them.

I sat at their kitchen table talking to his Mom for two hours two weeks ago. I just listened. To the hurting heart of a mother for her beloved son and grandson. Of the grief over the dissipating dreams of having a relationship with her only daughter-in-law. Pain.

As much as I can’t yet say I fit in, I know without a doubt we are called here. We truly love the people and culture of El Paso. I don’t believe we’re called here to be healers or to fix anything. I feel we’re just called to actively BE here and let others know they’re not alone.

So… here we are..
… the whole Clayville Clan…
… with no agenda…
… just standing in the gap…
… till they let Jesus fill it in.

And in the times I’m most homesick for what is most familiar… I remember… not everyone gets to be and do what I’m being and doing. Not everyone takes the challenge to truly live.

Carpe Diem!
How are YOU seizing the day?

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