Don’t
worry, this is not a post about the soap opera; it’s just a cheesy title for
this entry.
Been
busy the last few weeks and have many entries to post. One that is way over
due, about Eva Mozes Kor and an event hosted at the C.A.N.D.L.E.S. museum.
Maybe I can put that entry up early next week. Awesome pictures will be
included.
Haven’t
written much this week in regards to my novels. Which is okay; it’s good to
take a break now and then and let the creative juices simmer. Close friends of
ours asked me to babysit their granddaughter this week and help out with the
housework. These folks- I love them completely and would do anything for them,
but I do so appreciate getting paid. This is only for a week, but I’ve been
praying for a “job.” I consider this also a test for my endurance, anxiety
wise. I am so high strung/shy and backwards/OCD that I wasn’t sure I could hold
down a job. But God knows our strengths and our limitations better than we do.
So,
I have been spending my days with a little girl, who I consider like a niece.
Only God knows if I will ever have children of my own (it’s doesn’t look like
it); I’m not overly maternal. I sort of consider motherhood a calling, the way
the priesthood/church/mission field is and I have yet to receive that call. Still,
there is no sweeter feeling than a pair of small, thin arms wrapped around my
neck. And nothing makes me smile more than a childlike giggle. Nothing breaks
my heart melt more than when she is hurt and needs to be held and comforted.
This is probably the most difficult job I have ever had, but above all, the
best.
Meanwhile,
we are having work done on our property. A privacy fence now encloses our
backyard, that way we will feel more protected, our furry babies will have more
freedom and it will keep the lurkers out (druggy neighbors, nosy neighbors,
animal abusers, trash pickers, etc.). It has gone smoothly for the most part,
until yesterday. My sister had a lot to deal with due to a certain person. Won’t
go into it, because it’s not really worth mentioning or harping on. Hopefully
the next few days will go better for her.
This
Saturday, my Mom, aunt, sister and I go to lay flowers on the graves. It’s
overdue, but better late than never. We haven’t seen Dad’s grave since Thanksgiving.
We bought special black and orange silk flowers for him; black and orange in
honor of his high school, Gerstmeyer (those were the school colors). It will be
bittersweet, I’m sure.
Until
next time…
I think this job with S, is perfect for you. I wish I could be that maternal. Don't get me wrong, children are such blessings. I'm just not the best person to raise them. But I will spoil them rotten and then give them back to their parents!! :D
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