Milestones...
Today was a day of celebration for a milestone in the life of one of my children.
Eighteen years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Elizabeth Anne. From the start she was not the normal, sleep, eat and do everything on schedule child. She surprised Grandma and everyone around us at 11 months by saying "thank you" to a store clerk. She started walking not long after and not just talking but questioning everything (and still does to this day). She did the usual stupid things that toddlers do, like trying to hang herself from the window blinds, but was rescued by her brother Pat who happened to notice her dangling, Thank you God! At age 6 she won the hearts of a large crowd of people to win the title "Jr. Lions Club Rodeo Queen". She sang and danced the "Boot Scootin' Boogie" winning a cowboy hat, belt and buckle and got to ride horses at the rodeo and lead the parade with the Jr. Rodeo King from the back of a pickup truck. Her kindergarten award was that she would be the "First Woman President" (much better than Hillary). We've spent numerous hours in the ER, the big one being when she rolled her car on I40 while we were away for 2 days. She has a very powerful Guardian Angel and came away with some glass wounds on her shoulder, a mild concussion and a good fear of disobeying Mom and Dad about driving somewhere when you've been told not too.
The picture below this shows one of her many talents. As a parent it is assumed you have at least read "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" by Barbara Robinson but I'd never gotten around to it. So when I first saw the play and her playing the role of Imogene Herdman, I cried, actually I sobbed. Just ask any of my kids, I'm very good at the sobbing part. The standard line from all of my kids is "there she goes again".
Liz was so beautiful and touched many hearts besides mine in her role as Imogene. She stood there, dirty and grubby, holding the little infant Jesus and the moment of realization that Jesus was real lit up her tear filled eyes, indeed her entire body language showed much emotion. I remember the total silence in the auditorium as people also remembered what Christmas is really about.
Liz writes beautiful poetry and short stories. She has written many memorial poems for families to publish on the anniversary of the day of their loved ones parting. She's also won a modest amount of money in contests for her poetry and I suspect someday she'll write a book. She is very good at learning new languages, is fluent in Spanish and already has the first year of college German out of the way.
She did visit TAC and really loved the classes and the people. But as I've mentioned before, her style is a little unothodoxed and all though those things can be worked around, She has decided to except her admission to the Franciscan University. The plus at FUS is that her sister is also there and I think the family ties will help.
Anyway, tonight I watched another Christmas play called Accommodations. She played the part of the gun toting, Field and Stream loving Grandma. Yesterday she raided my closet saying as she did so that she needed 60's style clothes. Now granted, I was a teenager in the 60's, but I didn't think I was still dressing that way in 2004. But she found lots of props and costumes including things of dad's that he recognized as people walked out on stage wearing them. Like "Isn't that my wool dress coat, and my tie, wait, ties"? It was a funny play with some serious semi-hidden meanings and it is nights like this one that make me glad that my children attend a Catholic school. There was no one telling the kids that they couldn't mention Jesus or Mary. And the choir sang "Christmas Carols", not holiday songs. It was Liz's last Christmas play/program during her 19 years of school. I figured it up once and if I counted right, the Hubby and I have so far attended 21 years of such programs and when the youngest graduates the grand total will be 23. And that's just the Christmas programs!
So, Happy Birthday my dearest Elizabeth. May God bless you and keep you safe in all that you do and grant you many graces and much peace in your life. I love you, Momma!
Eighteen years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Elizabeth Anne. From the start she was not the normal, sleep, eat and do everything on schedule child. She surprised Grandma and everyone around us at 11 months by saying "thank you" to a store clerk. She started walking not long after and not just talking but questioning everything (and still does to this day). She did the usual stupid things that toddlers do, like trying to hang herself from the window blinds, but was rescued by her brother Pat who happened to notice her dangling, Thank you God! At age 6 she won the hearts of a large crowd of people to win the title "Jr. Lions Club Rodeo Queen". She sang and danced the "Boot Scootin' Boogie" winning a cowboy hat, belt and buckle and got to ride horses at the rodeo and lead the parade with the Jr. Rodeo King from the back of a pickup truck. Her kindergarten award was that she would be the "First Woman President" (much better than Hillary). We've spent numerous hours in the ER, the big one being when she rolled her car on I40 while we were away for 2 days. She has a very powerful Guardian Angel and came away with some glass wounds on her shoulder, a mild concussion and a good fear of disobeying Mom and Dad about driving somewhere when you've been told not too.
The picture below this shows one of her many talents. As a parent it is assumed you have at least read "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" by Barbara Robinson but I'd never gotten around to it. So when I first saw the play and her playing the role of Imogene Herdman, I cried, actually I sobbed. Just ask any of my kids, I'm very good at the sobbing part. The standard line from all of my kids is "there she goes again".
Liz was so beautiful and touched many hearts besides mine in her role as Imogene. She stood there, dirty and grubby, holding the little infant Jesus and the moment of realization that Jesus was real lit up her tear filled eyes, indeed her entire body language showed much emotion. I remember the total silence in the auditorium as people also remembered what Christmas is really about.
Liz writes beautiful poetry and short stories. She has written many memorial poems for families to publish on the anniversary of the day of their loved ones parting. She's also won a modest amount of money in contests for her poetry and I suspect someday she'll write a book. She is very good at learning new languages, is fluent in Spanish and already has the first year of college German out of the way.
She did visit TAC and really loved the classes and the people. But as I've mentioned before, her style is a little unothodoxed and all though those things can be worked around, She has decided to except her admission to the Franciscan University. The plus at FUS is that her sister is also there and I think the family ties will help.
Anyway, tonight I watched another Christmas play called Accommodations. She played the part of the gun toting, Field and Stream loving Grandma. Yesterday she raided my closet saying as she did so that she needed 60's style clothes. Now granted, I was a teenager in the 60's, but I didn't think I was still dressing that way in 2004. But she found lots of props and costumes including things of dad's that he recognized as people walked out on stage wearing them. Like "Isn't that my wool dress coat, and my tie, wait, ties"? It was a funny play with some serious semi-hidden meanings and it is nights like this one that make me glad that my children attend a Catholic school. There was no one telling the kids that they couldn't mention Jesus or Mary. And the choir sang "Christmas Carols", not holiday songs. It was Liz's last Christmas play/program during her 19 years of school. I figured it up once and if I counted right, the Hubby and I have so far attended 21 years of such programs and when the youngest graduates the grand total will be 23. And that's just the Christmas programs!
So, Happy Birthday my dearest Elizabeth. May God bless you and keep you safe in all that you do and grant you many graces and much peace in your life. I love you, Momma!
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