It’s time for MACC (Miracles of Adoption Christmas Campaign) which was originally called Angel Tree when I started following it back in 2012.
The premise is that waiting children are sponsored over the Thanksgiving and Christmas season, ending new years day to bring individual attention to little in overseas orphanages who can easily become such an ambiguous cause if not talked about specifically. There is of course always much debate over if the young children in orphanages should even have photo listings before adoption commitment, some countries absolutely prohibit showing children’s photos which can make raising funds for their future adoptions quite a bit of a challenge.
Sponsoring a child comes in all forms with a universal goal among those who commit to sponsoring, which this year we’re calling being a “Miracle Maker”
The goal is to raise upwards from $1,000 for That Child. Two years in a row I sponsored a little boy named Kolya. The third year I intended to signed up for raising 1K, he’d died and his fund had been gifted to another boy with Down Syndrome waiting in the same country. My heart was torn into so many pieces and I really was brought to the brink of wondering if raising a thousand meant any more than donating a dollar to that child’s “future adoption” Kolya never knew anyone knew about him, it could be he wasn’t even able to see beyond his day to day minimal care or reason anything as there was nothing else to compare in his perceptions any other reality to that which he lived and died in.
While I cried over the loss of Kolya, I knew too that it was because of him that I needed to sponsor another child. Last year I picked a boy and girl sibling set. This year that set has been split up, I’ll apply to be Miracle Maker for the remaining child who has severe epilepsy and just really is not doing well.
When I say that there are many ways of being a sponor I mean this: Some warriors go all out, setting up an awareness fundraising table at the mall selling baby booties and washcloths to profit their MACC child to organizing a spaghetti feed while others get their church to pray and share on FB a few times. Online auctions is another way pull in a bit of money for building adoption funds.
The questions I get asked is, “If this is so great, why haven’t you adopted?!” Simple answer is that God’s plan doesn’t include that for me now, maybe ever, but He sure can use me to bring awareness to the need of orphans even aid in finding the perfect placement for a little one near to my heart.
Through all the changing tides that my life has taken, either written or not, adoption is one that I forever come back to here. My hands are always comfortable typing out words on this subject, I can have the balance of peace, plea, grief and sorrow safely and come out with a smile knowing that God sees all these little kids and takes care of them in his own timing and perfect plan.
I’ll announce shortly which child on Reece’s Rainbow I’ll be participating in the Miracle of Adoption Christmas Campaign (MACC) with.
When your stat report says that there have been no visits for weeks I feel that I’m alone with my privacy. It’s been 12 years now, and forever counting I hope, that this blog sits available for anyone to look at should they remember that I’m here, and even better, for me should I ever need to type and remember that every day lived is a chance to be whoever I need to be just that once that I can’t take back. When no one’s visiting my blog I’m that much more free to say and think whatever is on my heart.
Another Monday, another load of dishes to put away and clean load of laundry to fold and put away in drawers and on hangers ready for whomever may need them–all that changes is the now absence of baby clothes, the increased number of breakable dishes as the children grow up and no longer need plastic bowls and sippy cups. No more load of cloth diapers to watch, or board books on the shelves–next year the house will be empty for 6 hrs out of the day, as everyone will be in school which I assume will mean that the kitchen will be clean and it’ll be quiet as nap time all those years back when it was just Deeder and I.
My baby boy is gaining in height, only a matter of no doubt fleeting time he’ll catch up to my 5ft8 stature and I’ll wonder how time passed by so quickly! Ten years and my youngest will be 15, that’s crazy. Further while I have only to look in the mirror to realize, I’m growing up. HAH!
School starting is like new years for me. Endless possibilities, and a time to write down ambitions. This year is big for me since all my children will be gone Monday through Friday seven hours a day.
Goals: Get my drivers license.
Organize my house
Finish with my weight loss, 12lbs to go…
Get my family eating healthy meals together every night
Send bagged lunches every day!
Have kids reading and doing homework, to bed on time!
Everyone get 3s
ROCK THIS YEAR.
My. kids. fight. constantly.
What I’d like to do. Get a job, make money, come home in time for them to arrive home, and have dinner ready, somehow manage to also have the house organized and the homework done seamlessly.
What I will do: Stay on the sub list for the district, pick up as many shifts as I can, and volunteer for the kids teachers every week. I’ll also do newsletter for the whole school to have out every Monday.
My fear: The year will slide by with my house remaining at the level of organization that it is, which really isn’t terrible.
This time last year I’d just made the choice to homeschool Carly.
We’ve had a fantastic 2016/17 year. Well, honest to be spoken, there were days that I was so fed up with attitude that I would have gladly thrown her back into school. As we’ve got just a few weeks left I wouldn’t take back the experience or the choice to keep her home.
Deeder is entering 5th grade next year, and my goodness, is he ever tired. His seizures have been acting up on him, and all the side effects just have him overwhelmed. He’d like to fall flat on his face and just sleep for months.
I got snooze three times which had me up and shuffling around at 6:20.My head was pounding, a throbbing pressure I haven’t felt in two years. Having learned how to handle this, I went right to the cupboard and took my two tabs of Lamictal, a couple Excedrin. Swallowing those I looked around a bit and grabbed a few vitamins and chugged those down as well. As I got the coffee all set to brew I decided that if I didn’t feel better by the time being I had the kids out to the bus I’d skip today on my fasting schedule which I do every other day. 8:40–boys fed, dressed and at the bus stop. 8:55–riding bike with 5 year old Abegayle. Not cars wanted to stop for us to cross while the road looked more like a fast moving stream than a two way paved busy road. We made it into the building, hopefully I didn’t look drunk. On my ride home I still couldn’t really see straight and had a low ringing sound echoing through my head.
9:55, my vision is clear enough to write this post on my phone. While trying to park in my driveway I got the stone border that edges my corner flowerbed.
I don’t really know what compelled me to blog these details of my morning out, but I’m glad I did. Maybe time for a couple cups of coffee then a shower.