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Friday, September 26th, 2014

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I am lonely for my zest for writing. What gave me excitement that I could put through my fingertips and feel purpose? What gave me passion and energy. I miss me.
I want to close my eyes, let my chin drop to my chest relax my muscles and let whatever is holding me fall away. Long ago my photos to capture precious passing moments have closed. The camera is lost. Shutter speed no longer matters.
AuroraI signed up for Angel Tree with Reece’s Rainbow again and have plans on a craft to make, and am nearly done collecting the supplies I need. There will be a Damsels in Defense fundraiser and hopefully a successful T-shirt design created and effectively marketed to collectively raise my financial goal. The little girl that I have signed up to sponsor is a 12 year old from Latvia who has been living in an orphanage since 2005. Her name is Aurora. Isn’t she beautiful? Last year God showed how he works by bringing my child of Angel Tree 2013 beyond the $1,000 goal and now home to a family. I’m hungry to see Jesus perform that miracle again.

I have my husband and loving children, a home, clothing, food, a Lord Jesus. What lack I? Faith? I dare you to say I don’t trust God for everything. He’s my redemption and my comfort, my sustenance through everything. I just wish I knew what it was that I’m struggling against.

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008

Thursday’s Thirteen

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

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Favorite Childhood MemoriesThere are far more than 13, but this should give you an idea!

Playing outdoors.

We spent endless hours playing outside in our big yard (and in the woods behind) this is such a rare thing these days for kids. I’m thankful I had it!

Imaginary Play.

With no TV in our lives most of what we did was make-believe. In this pic Sarah and I are giving our stuffed animals a tea party–um, I guess that’s what’s up with the tea cups being stuck on their snouts!

New babies.

We had a new family member just about every eighteen months. We were always over joys to have a new beautiful brother or sister. I even remember the birth of the brother who is right in line after my twin and I–he was born during naptime! Or perhaps I’ve just heard the story so many times that I think I remember.

Pets.

We always had lots of animals, and although sometimes the feeding automatically became my mom’s job all of us children participated in the loving. A dog, cats, chickens, goats, rabbits, gerbils (at one point I had 99), fish, birds, hermit crabs, etc.

My brother Philip.

We were best pals as kids and continued to be close thru the teen years, and in college. I think I was always proud of him for how good he was at things and figured that the more I hung out with him the more I’d be like him, and he let me. If that was my plan, it didn’t really work! He turned out to be a super smart computer programmer person, and I just turned out to be a person. haha. Oh well! Thanks for always being such a good friend to me, Phip!

Those last years.

The few years before I got married and moved away; I got to see everyone growing up into young adults, embrassing their talents and interests and growing in their faith in God. Pictured are my twin and I at age 20 (Sarah in pink and the really goofy looking gal is me).

Family Vacations to Grampa and Gramma Tarons.

Every other summer my family would drive up to Inverness California and stay for a week with the paternal grandparents. My grampa restores old boats as a hobby and would always take us out sailing.

Story Time.

My mom would lay down on the floor and we children would gather around her in the fashion shown above. That’s me next to her holding the doll (JamButter), little Debra is seen bringing another story. As I recall, there wasn’t any rule about how many books were read…we children would just bring the books and my mom would read them out loud. We frequented the county library, checking out huge piles on each visit.

My dad playing the guitar and singing for us.

It’s one of those memories that I’ll treasure always. It’s hard really even to tell you why this was so special to all of us, it just was. My dad worked long hours as a carpenter during our growing up years and we loved when he could be home. His singing and playing were very comforting and loads of fun. I can’t do either, the best I can do is appriciate.

Folding Laundry

Can you believe I’m listing that? Really though, it was fun! Since almost as far back as I can remember it was the job of us girls to sort the clothing and fold it. We’d dump all the boy clothes in a basket and fold the other stuff. :P

Riding Bikes

I never was any good at biking beyond the riding a kid does, in fact I haven’t been on one in years.

Motorhome adventures!

We never went really really far, but it was loads of fun!

Being a favorite!

This is me at 11 with my brother Seth. As tale has it, Seth had a special love for me; I could comfort him when he was feeling teary as a baby and almost always was put in charge of supervising him. People who didn’t know us would ask if he was “mine.” While that was pretty insane, considering I was only 11, I felt pretty special. In my 20th year happy birthday card signed by my whole family Seth wrote, “I still love you, Lars.” That made me cry. So cute! Fond memories…

PS: I have to add that I love each and everyone of my siblings—that would have to be a whole separate post.

Back row: Philip, Sarah, Michael, Dad, Mom, Kayla, and me holding Deeder. Front row: Rebecca, Lydia, Seth, and Debra.

(early photo credits go to my mom for remembering where they all were, and to my dad for taking them)

Remember Ruby?

Monday, January 28th, 2008

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It was October 10th, 2006 when Deeder and I met a little girl named Ruby. We were hanging out at the Co-op Playroom, one of our favorite places to be on our regular outings. I think during the summer and autumn we were there daily, just about anyway.
Just as were we getting ready to leave a frazzled looking mom come around the corner and opened the gate to the playroom. She looked like she was in a huge rush and was looking forward to putting a very long Wednesday behind her.

She asked me if I was a stay at home mom, how old Deeder was, and if I would watch her little daughter Ruby while she shopped. Since I was on my way out I was hesitant to say yes, but of course I did say yes. It was odd, very strange really, of her to ask a stranger to watch her little kid…but she did say it would only be ten minutes. What kind of shopping does a person do it ten minutes? That’s only enough time to order and pay of a coffee. You could click here if you’re interested in a bit of a memory refresher on how the whole situation panned out.

Today we were there again at the Co-Op Playroom for the first time in MONTHS. Deeder was having an absolutely ball from the second I got him out of the stroller, rediscovering all of his little favorite toys. We hadn’t been there more than 5 of 6 minutes before a vaguely familiar looking pair came in. I couldn’t quite place their faces. It was when the mother asked me if I was a stay-at-home mom and how old Deeder was that I remembered. She said “Oh what a nice name! This is Ruby. Would you watch her for just ten minutes? I’d like to shop real quick.”

I said, “No, we’re actually just packing up here.”

Interesting that she didn’t remember me. Does she do this often?

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NO and a MILLION times NO, lady!!!

She persisted a little by asking if it were OK if she left Ruby for a minute while she went and grabbed a cup of water. 3 minutes later she returned with a cup of water and sat down with a Parenting magazine while she drank the water. She asked again if I would watch her daughter. I shook my head no and told her that we really were leaving soon.

Another mom entered with a really tiny baby. Ruby’s mom asked her about watching Ruby. This lady didn’t mind being honest and said that she didn’t feel comfortable doing it because she wasn’t working there. Good answer! Why did I have to tell a falsehood? This situation reminded me of my friend Tamina and her seven hour play dates that I for months submitted to with an indescribable fear of hurting her feelings. When I finally gathered the courage to say that I coudn’t take even one more of these record braking long play dates she never called me again.

And then there was Jason, remember him? I wrote about him Sept 20th, thru Sept 23, 2007. We never did see him outside of his house as far as I can remember. I later found out that his father isn’t married to the mom; he lives in NY and moved them to Vermont so that they’d be closer. For all I know, the guy could have a second family in New York that Jason’s mom is unaware of. By this time Jason has a little sister. I hope that there’s hope for her–that by age two she’ll be doing more than grunting as her brother who was nearly two when we met him did.

Am I too judgmental of these people?

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Perhaps I too live like a hermit and am perceived negatively by women who are able to get their kids out of the house in the winter months. What kind of mother am I to only take my boy out in the summer and fall weather? I make excuse for it easily enough–I have epilepsy that’s why I can’t let my son live a normal life of regular interaction with peers. Maybe when people hear that they come up with solutions in their mind–If she really cared she’d take a taxi and invest her money in worthwhile things like music class. I guess that’s true.
The hassle is huge for me, and that’s why I don’t make it.

I hope this doesn’t seem like too much of a rant post, I don’t mean for it to be.

Darren says that the faults we see in other people are sometimes our biggest personal flaws. Maybe I see insufficiencies in myself that are the most glaring in my own person. Somehow I rationalize those problems in myself by seeing it in other people. I isolate myself and feel bad for what longterm effects it may have on Deeder.

Thinking back on these children I’ve met I’ll remember that possibility and try to curb my temptation to be overly critical.

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Good news: When we were walking to the Co-Op we chanced to meet up with Darren’s friend Jen from work. She invited us to go to playgroup tomorrow with her and her daughter Sophie.
What a blessing! I hope that Deeder sleeps well tonight and is up to going. He has a case of the sniffles, it’s bad enough to have woken him up twice last night–which did a number on my getting a good nights rest. :P I’ll try to bring my camera and take pictures if we go.
Darren may say no to the idea because he fears Deeder getting sick. That’s the group where a child got pertussis. I’ll stick with the opinion that germs are everywhere and perhaps promise to give Deeder a bath afterwards. Of course if Daddy does say no then that’s the end of it. Daddy is the boss!

Goodnight everyone! I hope you all had happy Mondays :)
Ours was good from the moment I checked the weather and saw that we’d be getting into the ABOVE freezing numbers!!

Guest Post by GrammaMomma

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

Dear Life According to Laura readers,

Laura’s computer is being obstreperous, or maybe it’s her internet connection that’s not cooperating tonight. She has a great post in mind for you all, which you’ll get to see tomorrow, I hope. This is Laura’s mom a.k.a. GrammaMomma, guest posting for Laura tonight.

How would you like to see some cute pictures of baby Laura? Here are a few I pulled from the family photo albums and scanned for your enjoyment:

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Left to right: Sarah and Laura, a couple months old (I’m not sure. :P )

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This photo was taken at Rick’s dad and mom’s place in Inverness, California. Laura on the left, and Sarah. Laura still makes that face. :)

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Rick with Sarah and Laura. Sarah had the little pink birth mark on her cheek for a while, which came in handy when the girls were really young and looked more alike.

(Laura has this set up to sign her name, if you wonder why this post is signed by her. I don’t want to mess with it, Laura, so you can change it if you want.)

Dad and Debra are being way too busy in the office, and Dad keeps whistling, very shrilly, so, Laura, this is the end of this post. I’ll post the other photos I scanned tonight some other time when your computer isn’t working properly. Love you, Mom.