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I’m Teaching Here

26 Jun

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Why Not, eh?

19 Jun

I’ve been feeling like blogging again. I doubt anyone will read this and I’m not really planning on “advertising” myself. So, this may just be my own little diary. A very public, non-private diary, but a diary nonetheless.

I recently gave birth to my second child, a precious little girl named Kristi. We named her after my husband’s sister that passed away 1o years ago this November. It was a wonderful tribute to his sister that I was only happy to oblige. And the name is perfect for her. My little Kristi. Pictures to come.

For those who knew me back when I gave birth to my son, they’ll know that I had quite a difficult time with Post-Partum Depression (PPD). I struggled with this for at least a year and half. Within that time my Dad passed away and probably exacerbated the depression I was already going through. It wasn’t only my struggle. It was my husbands as well. He picked up the pieces on the days that I couldn’t pull myself out of bed. He took care of me when all I would eat was a cup of yogurt and maybe a banana. He pushed me to get help. He brought my son to me when I didn’t have the strength to get up and pick him up myself. And privately, he cried and prayed for his wife to come back to him.

It has been a long journey and, of course, this was a big concern during this second pregnancy. It was a concern that we struggled with and whether to have any more children, for that matter. But, we knew the warning signs. We armed ourselves to be on the offensive, heading off any depression before it had a chance to hit. Now, my daughter is just over 5 weeks old and other than a little of those “Baby Blues,” PPD has not reared its ugly head.

A few days ago Paul made this observation. I haven’t been depressed. I’ve made to sure to keep myself from going there, encouraging good habits instead of those that could open me up to a downward spiral. And he said to me that I seem so much more comfortable as mother this time. For me, that is the best compliment in the world.

Church Family – Don’t Leave Home Without It

23 Jun

Yesterday a family friend brought us a full meal. It had all the fixin’s and it was so wonderful to not have to worry about making a meal. In fact, there was so much food, we won’t have to worry about a meal for at least a few days. It reminded me of the two weeks Paul and I received meals after Derek was born. With little to no sleep and caring for a newborn, those meals were an absolute blessing. Or the day my dad died and a friend brought us Boston Market and organized a few meals for the following week. Another friend took me to lunch and provided me with a break from planning the memorial service. I’m also reminded of the time that Paul and I provided meals for families with newborns or that were going through difficult times with the death of a loved one.

It’s so hard to know what to do for a family in need. And frankly, being a family in need, it’s hard to know what to ask for. But having someone bring you a meal is a God-sent. For that one day you don’t have to worry about how you will sustain yourselves. You are given the gift of being able to focus on the task at hand without having to think, “What in the world are we gonna do for dinner/lunch/breakfast?”

All of these thoughts have really made me miss having a church family nearby. A church family rallies for you. They offer support, encouragement, comfort and prayer. Just like Ben and Aaron did for Moses, they hold you up when you’re too weak to go on.

I’m so grateful to our long-distance church family that reaches out to us while we’re away. Thank you for the phone calls, listening ears, comforting words and, most of all, prayers. When facing times like we are, it really highlights the need for a church family and creates a great sense of gratitude that could never truly be expressed.

Much thanks. We love you.

Mommy Love

15 Jun

Coming back to Pennsylvania to be with my mom in her last days has conjured up a lot of weird emotions.  Whether it is sleeping in the same room that I grew up in, walking the streets of the town that I rode my bike through as a kid or just visiting places that were a major part of my childhood, it is all a bit surreal.  But probably the most difficult emotions are the ones I experience as I watch Derek grow and interact with Teresa.  The way he gets angry with her when she doesn’t give him what he wants reminds me of how frustrated I have gotten with my mom over the years for the many times we have not seen eye to eye.  The way he lights up every time she walks in the room reminds me of the special place my mom has held in my heart my entire life.  The way he runs to her whenever he falls reminds me of how my mom has always comforted me in life no matter how hard I have fallen.  The way she loves him reminds me of the love that can only be shared between a mother and her first born son.  And as I sit with my mom every night watching this disease steal whatever life she has left, I pray, “God, please don’t rob my son of what I have been robbed of.”

Chucky? Is that you?

21 Feb

Around 2:30am Paul and I were awakened by one of Derek’s toy. It’s this laugh and learn puppy that’s pretty cute. It sings songs and such. But it randomly started up… at 2:30am… waking us up from a sound sleep. Paul and I just stared at each other. Then after it finished singing its song, it said, “Peek-a-boo, I see you!” And then it said, “Bye-bye.” Normally, this is how the toy works. If your kid stops playing with it it’ll say the peek-a-boo thing and then says goodbye. But not at 2:30am, when no one is playing with it.

I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. It was not our dog. He gets locked up in the basement for the night.

15 minutes passed and it continued to do this off and on. I wanted to get up and turn it off, but I was scared out of my mind. Flashes of Chucky from Child’s Play kept going through my mind. You know the scene where the mom threatens to throw him the fire and he comes alive with a look of pure evil and bites her. This scene kept replaying itself in my mind. What can I say? Toys that randomly start talking in the middle of the night and wake you from a sound sleep will do that to a person. After the third time of this happening I turned to Paul and said, “Can you please turn that off cause it’s really freaking me out.” Apparently he was too freaked to get up as well. But he had to. That’s clearly the man’s job. He goes into the other room to face the monster while the woman remains safe. I didn’t write those rules, that’s just the way it is. Needless to say, he got up and went and turned it off.

This morning we woke up and compared notes from our weird night. We were both thinking about Chucky and really freaked out. He was hoping that it wasn’t effecting my sleep. How could it not? This freaky toy’s singing was echoing through the house!  We also discovered that after he turned it off we were both laying there, unable to sleep, almost expecting it to start singing again.

Moral of the story: No horror movies for my child… EVER! What was an innocent incident turned into the making of a Petroski Home horror flick.


This toy now scares me.

A Different Perspective on Suffering

2 Feb

This morning in chapel Dr. Alex Mekonnen provided us with some background onto his trek as a Christian.  Dr. Mekonnen grew up in Marxist Ethiopia.  He shared his story about becoming a Christian and the suffering and persecution that came along with it.  Several times in his life, Dr. Mekonnen was on the verge of death, and survived by the grace of God. At the end of his story, Dr. Mekonnen opened up the floor for questions.  The following question came from the back of the room addressed to Dr. Mekonnen, “What do you believe is a good approach in developing a theology on suffering for someone who has a Western background and can’t relate to real suffering?”  Dr. Mekonnen’s answer was a bit confusing at first, but then became mind-boggling.  He said that suffering was all relative (this was the confusing part).  Then he explained the suffering he has experienced since living in the United States rivals the suffering he experienced in Ethiopia (this was the mind-boggling part).  He said in Ethiopia, you wake up each day waiting to die.  Persecution and suffering was very physical and comes in the form of executions, women beatings and the like. But persecution and suffering in the United States is very emotional and mental.  He said the emotional suffering of children growing up in broken homes is a different type of suffering but rivals that of the physical suffering in Ethiopia (my paraphrasing).  This really struck something inside of me. We in America often think that we can’t relate to the suffering we see in 3rd World Countries. But maybe our perspective on suffering is a bit off.

My Kid’s a Genius. Srsly.

28 Jan

I was frantic trying to get out the door today for my first class. I’m always late, I hate being late and I’m working on not being late. Which doesn’t always work when you’re as disorganized as I am. I am getting all of my stuff together and realized that I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I began a search for my glasses and I can’t find them anywhere. I retrace my steps. Still can’t find them. I search for my glasses for about 15 minutes and really start to panic because I am getting very close to the time where I need to leave the house or I will be late. I start retracing my steps again (which I did multiple times). As I turn to leave the bathroom here comes Derek… handing me my glasses! He knew I was looking for them! Now, I’m sure the little rascal had something to do with my not being able to locate them in the first place. But nonetheless, he knew what I was searching for and brought them to me. Is he a genius or what?!?! (The answer to that question is “Yes”, btw)

Hi, my name is Derek. But you can call me Einstein.

Hi, my name is Derek. But you can call me Einstein.

P.S. I know you all think this picture is cute and cuddly, but a second after this picture was taken that puppy was slammed face-first to the floor. That’s what he does. Hugs the puppy then slams him to the floor. He’s a love and leave ’em kind of guy.