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Breath, Speak, Love

Friday, November 20th, 2015

390572166d02379f0068722cd31abd76Morning’s do stress me out. There. I admit it.
If you live with me, most mornings you know this more certainly that others…be you one of the three or four that I’m getting ready to leave the door on time, or the one who needs to sleep through it in preparation for his day.

Yesterday Willie asked me why I always say, “I love you” to each of them before they get on the bus. I told him, nearly with humor, “Son, because Mommy doesn’t know if you’ll get hit by a truck and this may be the last time I get to speak to you. I’d want those last words to be you hearing that Mama loves you.”

I’d never say I love you without meaning it. Forever I want my dear family and friends to know it, because every moment could be the last. There’s frustration, exhaustion, distraction, sometimes life’s just moving at a rate where it’s hard to see or feel straight. Sometimes impatience can overwhelm positive sentiments.

Sometimes my need to not take a cutting remark personally can be muddy unconditional attachment. Forever, I desire for my children to know that moments of anxiety that they’ll experience should not loosen love or overwhelm any bond that makes a unit one.

Yesterday Willie asked me why I say, “I love you” to each after they have their backpacks sorted, their lunches organized and their jackets on.

This morning he said, “Mommy, I’d like you to not yell at me today.”

He said these words as I was just setting down next to him his clothes and shoes that he needed to wear for the day. To that request I said, “OK, buddy, but Mama needs you to get ready on time. Can you do that?”
He shrugged and rolled up in his blanket. I unwrapped him and held him to sitting and said, “Mommy means it. Get dressed.” with that I held the clothes up and said, “You’re wearing these. Go potty please.”
Too direct? Remember, I do have other kids to feed and supervise on getting dressed.

It’s tough to appreciate the moment when I have the timer set to get the moments filled as fast as possible against the clock. Doesn’t “savor the moment” mean taking the time when you’re settled into the couch, snuggled up in an afghan or working together on a puzzle or play dough activity…maybe engulfed in a good book? It’s not hurrying through a time limited morning routine.

Deeder and Willie, 2009

Deeder and Willie, 2009

The news is too full of children getting hit by cars and trucks who fail to stop for the red stop sign that buses extend when children board busses. Parents and the public are horrified…the guilt and shock are just overwhelming, they call that A Parent’s Worst Nightmare. If that were me, I’d relive forever the last moments that I had with my child.
That’s just one reason among a million why the hurried times are worth living with a heart of love and appreciation. Be confident, structured, but kind as well.

While looking for the verse that says that if a man hath all knowledge but not love is nothing, I came across 2nd Timothy 1:7 which isn’t what I was looking for, but fits terrifically with what I want to say in a way not quite expected…which is exactly how God works for me in all ways, more and more as I age. Here it is:


For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.


What it means in context is that we should stand up for our love of Jesus, son of God, equal is spirit and mission, against all overwhelming negativity. But how real as well in this context.

Here I want to say love in all moments, not just the easy ones but in the pressure of scheduling, because every moment could be the last; any moment could be the one that a child or adult holds up as the defining seconds spent with whoever you are.

I am mother, wife, friend, and above all, lover of Jesus Christ. I want that to offend and impassions, define and strengthen the life I live–the love I give and the flavor I leave behind for all those who come and go, for the last word and the first beginning.

Above I added a photo of my two sons napping together when Willie was a few days old. That’s a moment anyone would think worth treasuring. Easy to treasure, bond to pray lasts through and beyond life.

The End of The First Week

Friday, September 11th, 2015

Willie's first day!Isn’t that face just a beam of sunshine? But wait! There’s a super shaky video to go along with. Woopteedoo!! This video is so shaky, that I extend the same caution as looking directly into the sun: don’t stair for too long or your eyes may dry out. Thankfully it’s only a few second long clip. I have no idea what my problem is, other than that I recall AJ grabbing my leg the whole while.
I hoped to get an adorable quote the first day of school, and write it down to treasure forever. I got even better: a blurry picture of my little boy jumping between the hedge shrubs with the biggest silly smile on his face.
The source of his glee? Oh, just that he’s now part of the big kids club. Membership requirement by his perception: riding the bus up the hill and back down with a backpack on, well there’s a lot in the middle, but what excitement experiencing that beginning and end to the first day of Kindergarten.

Willie’s answer to what his favorite subject was: “It was outside P.E. That’s the P.E where all the kids are playing around and Deeder teaches me how to play Four Square!!” In other words, my oldest was the good boy I told him to be by INCLUDING his kid brother in that FAVORITE game. That’s not P.E class, that’s recess. School staff isn’t out there hovering over my 3rd grader to make sure he’s including his Kindergartener brother, they may not even know the two are relatives. Could this be brotherly love?

I look forward to starting my volunteer time and watching the two out there, they also have lunch period together.
No, I didn’t hit up Willie’s answer, “I like outside P.E” by correcting him that this was called recess and define for him the difference. He has so much time ahead of him that I just am hoping that he’ll go along to love every day.

Oh! That pretty little lady who gets off the bus with Willie asking me why I’m taking pictures? Yeah, she gets last recess with him and begrudgingly informed me that they don’t get to eat lunch together.

Willie’s big sister has gorgeous writing as of this week, by the way. She’s told me that this year she’s going to be really good at writing and reading. Sounds like a wonderful start to me, perhaps she can teach me a thing or two!

As for today: It’s Friday, Friday night to be exact. The last day of an almost entire week of school for my sweet school people. Willie is accustomed to twice a week, not even half day, preschool. Time for some sleep.

Do You Hear Me?

Friday, February 7th, 2014

Jhn 10:27

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name.

Darren and I tell the kids sometimes that they’re our little sheep, actually we haven’t in a while. I’ve more been telling them that they are a team and need to stay together. Never the less, the principle applies. Jesus tells us in scripture that he knows us, and that doesn’t mean he knows us based on the aliases our Earth families gave us. Our Father in Heaven knows us much more personally than that and when in a past post I have talked confidentiality I can think in this realm. Just because I don’t want them to be embarrassed by me I should not limit myself from writing about them; they are more than their name.

In one of my past posts I wrote about calling out my children’s names a number of times, whether I be gathering them to myself; or what I am ashamed to admit is a repeating the request for a task more than twice before I come into the situation to follow through with consequences or whatnot.

thZ9GUT2U8This blog is no longer a child photo journal for a doting mother, as I wish it were. There is a neatened look, my sidebar has been converted into a drop down menu creating a clean text focused look which will draw any visitors attention to my message. I love it and actually spent hours today straightening the lines when really I had access and opportunity to straightening the lines in my physical housework. This is what I needed to do this afternoon, clear my writing mind.

I’d love to have a simple journal in which I talk about my clogged vacuum, or how I learned to darn socks. Oh wait, I don’t repair socks, I throw them away. And I don’t spend extensive amounts of time researching how to unclog my $700 vacuum; I check out the obvious places where the problem may be then write a note to remind myself to have someone else check it out. I might write down the name of whomever ought to look at it.
Interestingly, I don’t consider myself a bad mom or wife for not involving my attention 100% in this. And that because I know someone else who can do what I could not, their name and how to contact them is of concern to me.

This might not seem like such a big thing, but I’m getting there.

What's your name?

What’s your name?

In that fast track bio drop down, would you think it strange if it said Rickie: My Right Hand Man, Cath: Second in line & Self Proclaimed Winner, Willy: 2nd Son and Mommy’s Cuddle Bug, A.J: The House Princess.

Yes, I already wrote about this. If you haven’t read that, click here. It was a satisfying write. When I asked people what they thought the answer wasn’t fulfilling as I resonated on it. “The writing is yours, put it as you like.” That’s always been what I have done. But since the blog entry about my oldest’s learning troubles I really haven’t written again about the children.

Actually, I’m overflowing with talk about children but getting heavy flack for it at home. The joy in writing about my own kids has gone with fear of invading their future privacy.

I love my kids names and want to protect their confidentiality. I don’t want my oldest daghter’s identity to be in jeopardy just for the sake of me having to use that name in a cute story in 2014. I’ve decided that I don’t need her name to show up in bing.com searches. I’ll change my ways from here.

cira 2012

cira 2012


Cath is Carly Annalise Taryn
Willie is Koen William
A.J is Abegayle Joy
Deeds (he can keep his nickname)

Confusing for you who know us?

Go to the Intro page, recognize our faces and figure it out. A little start, to celebrate A.J. turning 2 this month: left to right with Auntie Lydia —A.J, Cath, Deeds, and Willie.

I have always wanted to learn how to darn socks.

The Reece’s Rainbow children’s names are all aliases and this does not stop any of us from loving them as we do across the ocean as is the circumstance.

These children are known by other names in their orphanages, and will receive another once they are home; that does not change who they are. This is an amazing fact! Our names do not make us who we are, it’s our soul and their God.

I looked, I listened

Thursday, January 16th, 2014

Here’s a video clip from today. When I search back through photos my kids love the video clips best of all, so while those do take up more space to save I will capture some here and there. Here is Abegayle and Koen.

Today was a quiet day full of everything average that makes up motherhood for me. Coffee in the morning, a scan of what I need to do today by way of a glance through the house. Waking the kids up, dressing them and getting them outside. Then I remembered to give them pink slips so that they could be picked up after school by Darren rather than riding the bus home.

12:30 I took Koen to preschool and filled my afternoon with housework, mainly laundry. Yesterday I ran a piece of paper through the dark load and got lovely little flecks over everything. Yes. So got to pick all that off and run the load through on cold. These are the things that I conjest my day with, or at the end find that I missed at the end and feel like a failure for having skipped. Abegayle slept quite a bit today and when she was awake wanted to watch Peep and the Big Wide Word. Fabulous show, probably my favorite that the kids have loved over the years.

Here are my photos and videos for Thursday, January 16th. It’s 6:34 and I am yet looking forward to hearing how Diederick’s neurologist appointment went. I wanted to video blog about Carly school progress, but I lost the light and just didn’t like how the video turned out. It’s tough to be my own camera man.

(huge photo…sorry about that.)
SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

Here’s a good blog post about why living a day that is completely average is OK. Click here and feel fine about yourself if the biggest thing that you did is pull lint off a load of darks: Why Being A Mom is Enough

Today my verse is 1 Corinthians 7:23″…And the unmarried woman or girl is anxious about the affairs of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit; but the married woman is anxious about worldly affairs, how to please her husband.” Does that mean I get to cut back on the time I spend with the Lord? A Mary rather than a Martha as in the story of Luke 10. Every minute of every day is a gift, an opportunity to serve Jesus whatever the current calling. Maybe this means that living the calling is what is pleasing in the sight of the one true Judge.

At any rate. I have tomorrow.

Seeking opinions: As I write, how do I respect my child as an adult? I mean, yesterday’s post might be pretty darn embarrassing when my oldest is 16 or what not. How do I go back and change my eight years of writing to respect him as a 28 year old? This is his living baby book!

Saturday, and Blogging

Sunday, April 11th, 2010

I’m really a little too sleepy to write, but isn’t that the best time? I’ve decided that I want to write every day so I’m going to at least put something in here to start it all going again.

Our Saturday.

My brothers Mitch and Philip came down from Seattle for a little visit. They stopped in at our house for awhile then took Koen, Carly and I out to my mom and dad’s while Darren had Deeder out shopping for Sunday’s dinner.

Deeder joined us shortly at my mom and dads.
We spent a few hours over there; Deeder got to playing computer games with Seth (hopefully Seth didn’t mind the company), Carly napped after tiring of chasing cats, Koen got to be held by whoever passed through the house. In the midst of this I worked on my dreads.

(I adore seeing my dad hold my babies)

My nice momma made coffee for me while I was busy messing with my head. Thanks for the coffee, Mom. I’m still awake, even though it was only halfcaff. That’s a good thing, since I had a house to clean up and diapers to wash.
The diapers still need to be folded, but that can wait for tomorrow.

Time to sleep.


Blogging is a lot like working out, or organizing; if I procrastinate after supposedly comitting to consistency, yeah…not good.

Blur due to neglected camera lense.