Life Is Good: The Grass Is Always Greener....

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Grass Is Always Greener....

Why is it such a part of life to live with that "grass is always greener on the other side" mentality. As I was trying to think of a good caption for the pictures today the green grass and the fence reminded me of that. I'm amazed at times of just how much we allow discontentment to be a part of our lives. Today's society is all about getting more...more money, more prestige, more cars, more gas, more promotions, more everything, more for me! This brings me to a knew question to contemplate: How do I go about guarding my son from this? How do I teach him to have a heart of thanksgiving and a spirit of contentment?

I believe it starts with me. I need to live daily with a heart of thanksgiving and a spirit of contentment. "Lord, please help me to always be thankful. May I live completely content in You." God is so good. I have so much to be thankful for. He has blessed me more than I could have ever asked.

Ryan has started stomping on things. Today he stomped in a mud puddle. Anything that it different...different texture, different color, different sound...he likes to stomp on. It's cute. Today we had an exciting first. He danced for the first time. Of course I tried to get it on video, but he stopped as soon as I got the camera up and running. Maybe next time.

1 comment:

twin power mommy ♥ said...: I am always trying to instill that spirit of thankfulness in my kids. It's hard...
They'll give me attitude about having to have PB&J again for lunch, but i tell them that they should be happy we have PB&J and it's not scraps from outside...i try to stress that we eat simple at lunch to save money and that way mommy can stay home with them...

they don't quite get it most days.

I don't know if this is something they'll understand years from now, or am i missing something entirely with the teaching.
like you said, perhaps I need to be more openly thankful for things so they can hear it from me.
great pics of your little guy; June 18, 2008 at 12:55 AM

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Brandy Danielle

Brandy is our firstborn, our precious angel baby girl. Her entry into this world wasn't without excitement. At 26 weeks I started preterm labor with contractions 5 minutes apart. With 10 weeks of strict bedrest, most of which were in the hospital, she made it to 36 weeks.
Brandy was diagnosed with "possible/probable" heart defect around 28-30 weeks gestation. After her birth she was whisked away to the NICU for monitoring and after a few days her defect was formally diagnosed and labeled...atrial septal defect and a cleft mitral valve.
Brandy, upon indications of failure to thrive and pulmonary hypertension, underwent her first of 2 open-heart surgeries at 4 months of age. A week after her surgery on the day of her anticipated discharge home Brandy coded for 13 minutes...a stoke.
From that point on Brandy's life was full of doctor's visits, endless crying, pain and suffering. She underwent another heart surgery, fundoplication and g-tube surgery, treatment for infantile spasms, and a mountain of tests and procedures. Her brain damage was extensive.
Upon counseling of our wonderful, most amazing heart surgeon, Dr. Christopher Knott-Craig, and many hours of prayer, we finally called in hospice and called off all of the extensive medical interventions and surgery needs that would prolong her suffering while possibly prolonging her life. Brandy, our precious baby girl...our angel...passed out of our arms and into the arms of her Saviour, Jesus at the tender age of 17 months.

Ryan Andrew

Ryan, our micro-preemie miracle, is a ball of life. After nearly a year of trying to conceive imagine our delight when we finally knew he was on the way. My pregnancy with Ryan was uneventful at first. It seemed perfect and with all of the precautions for preterm labor being taken and monitored we entered this pregnancy with cautious anticipation covered over by a whole love of naive excitement.
At 20 weeks we discovered our "Baby Peanut" was going to be a little boy. We began to make plans and began dreaming about the day we would meet our son.
Almost 2 weeks later everything changed in our lives. It wa a whirlwind of fear and emtions as I began to bleed, was sent for monitoring in L&D and eventually had an appointment with my OB only to find out that it was serious. I had incompetent cervix with hourglassing membranes. The doctor admitted me to the hospital immediately and an emergency cerclage was placed. The statistics were grim, but the hope was to keep our son inside for at least 10 more weeks. We only made it 10 more days.
Early in the evening of February 11, 2007 our son, Ryan, came into this world in emergency fashion at only 23 weeks 5 days gestation. He weighed 1 pound 8 ounces and was 12 ½ inches long. He was so tiny. All I could think of was “oh my goodness is he really that tiny? And is there any way he could actually make it?” I tried to hold on to hope, but in all honesty I had never met anyone with a baby born that early and that small that ever made it.
Ryan did make it! It was a long, hard road, but in the end he spent 90 days in the NICU. He was on a ventilator for 2 months. Finally on one fine glorious day in May we bundled up our 4 pound 4 ounce baby boy and went home...May 11, 2007.
Ryan is now a spunky, lively, strong-willed little boy. His laughter is contagious and his spirit is compelling. He is our miracle. There are no words strong enough to share our delight and joy that God has blessed us with this little boy.

Evan Alexander