Marvelous

 Chicken Salad Lettuce Wraps

Lord have mercy.

Here I am again.  Tired.  But I write to you with a grateful heart.

Kael is sleeplittle again.  Not sleepless, the boy is sleeping, but he is waking up consistently earlier then this little momma appreciates.  I don’t think he has slept past 5am in…well, a really long time.  This morning it was 3 am.  The last two nights in an effort to curb the waking trend we have kept him up past 9pm in the hope that we could adjust his schedule, but it so far has proven to be unsuccessful.  Pray for us.

I finally succumb to his persistent pawing this morning (an hour worth of persistent pawing to be exact) and crawled out of bed and followed him downstairs.  I sat at our table, wearily drinking my coffee thinking about our new house.  Many of you know that we are buying a house and the closing date, as of right now, is undetermined.  We were ready to close last week but when I called to schedule our closing appointment I learned that the title company was working to clear some issues on title.  This was news to me.  Apparently when the home was foreclosed upon the bank who owned the note failed to settle on a lien.  So until all that gets sorted out house is on hold.

 Adorable new house

I thought about this as I drank my “go-juice”.  Let me just pause and say, coffee is a gift from God.  I was thinking about how God knows why this is taking so long and how one day when I stand before him I will see how his hand was in it and how he protected us and I will be amazed at how he worked without me knowing he was at work.  Then I began to think…why don’t I just praise him now for how clever he is?  I already know that one day I will marvel at his mercy and grace, why don’t I marvel now?  So that is what I am going to start doing.  In everything I am going to marvel at God and the work he is doing.

You might be thinking right now, ‘duh’, and to you I would say, sorry, but sometimes I am a little slow.

I am marveling at God right now that Kael who gets so little sleep is a cheerful happy little guy who is growing and learning, and talking more and more each day.  I marvel at how far God has brought him this past year, and that by God’s mercy we have a little boy who loves and recognizes us and who since my Birthday has been calling me Mommy.  You don’t know how marvelous this truly is.  It is not easy to have a 3 ½ year old that can’t say Mommy.  But, now he can, and he does.  It makes my heart happy every time I hear him say “it’s a Mommy!”

This has been a busy month.  I turned 30, I had my one year anniversary at Liberty Bank, I went on a road trip to Chicago, I read through Paul’s letters to the various churches, and up through Revelation, and I have made several new friends.  God has been giving me a tenacious appetite for his word.  I crave his word.  I noticed that these past few weeks as I have been working longer hours at work that I have had less time to spend in his word.  And I missed it.  A lot!

I have a new Bible, fresh with no highlights.  I am excited to mark it all up.

So what does a tired lady who wants to stay fit without the fuss eat?  I know that was a terrible transition, but my exhaustion is seeping into my writing and my coffee is wearing off.  This is something that you will really enjoy if you like Chicken or Tuna Salad.

Chicken Salad Lettuce Wraps

1 can chicken meat drained

2 tablespoons of fat free or light mayo

Salt and pepper to taste

1 tomato sliced

4 leaves romaine or iceberg lettuce.

Mix chicken, mayo, salt and pepper together.  Line a lettuce leaf with tomato slices and top with a few tablespoons of your chicken mixture.  Fix shut with a clothes pin.  I served it with some whole grain Scoop’s.  YUM!

I have missed writing to you and sharing the happening’s of the Hickey Household and my sweet little life here in Missouri.  If Kael keeps this up I may be back for good!

Sending my love and prayers to my church family in Washington who is celebrating the blessed departure of Ray Gephart who went home to be with the Lord last week.

xoxo,

Ronda



Sunday with Sam: Daddy knows best...probably

It is interesting to me how much my view of the world has changed since becoming a father.  My first born son’s name is Kael.  He just turned three years old and although he is very healthy and active, there are some areas that he has to work a little harder than an average three year old.  Kael doesn’t talk.  I suppose I can clarify that statement a bit more by telling you that Kael actually talks a lot, but you can’t understand him.  It’s not a speech impediment at all, it’s a different language.  Kael is communicating all the time but mostly it sounds like jibberish.  We are told that Kael is challenged with what is called Sensory Integration Disorder which mostly means that Kael doesn’t process external stimuli like you and I do, and therefore he doesn't react as intelligently as one could. 

For instance:  Kael doesn’t feel the shape of his mouth or the placement of his tongue when trying to say a new word and although Kael can try and repeat what you are saying, he is still difficult to understand.  “Kael, can you say Grandpa?”  Kael smiles and says “ooh ooh”.  “Kael, let’s try again..say Graaaannndpaaaa.”  And with more concentration in his face he says, “oooooh oooooh” again.  After a couple of tries we simply clap for him and say, “yeah Kael, good job!”

Although Sensory Integration Disorder is a daily consideration for Ronda and me as parents, we generally do not give Kael any extra leniency for his behavior.  We expect that with patience and consistent structured effort, Kael will be completely up to speed by the time he is in kindergarten or 1^st grade, and we have been told by Kael’s Special Education teachers that this is not only possible but probable.  Kael goes to school every day, even in the summer time.  He meets with speech therapists twice a week at school and is getting a jump start on his education while learning to interact with other children.  He has a very strict diet with very little deviation, and we try to maintain a very specific sleep schedule for him also even though he tends to wake up earlier than any parent would want to.  There are some tricks to those things but I will let Ronda get into more detail of some nifty tricks we have learned along the way.

It is important for me to tell you that the concern for Kael’s special needs rarely crosses my mind.  I never wonder what he would be like if he didn’t have these sensory issues.  I never do, because I couldn’t possibly hope for a more wonderful, beautiful, 1^st born son than my Kael Alexander.

Before I was a father it was only speculation how I might feel toward my child.  Unlike mothers, who begin to bond with their baby before he/she is born, I think for dads it comes from interaction.  Kael and I have a special understanding that makes it ok that we don’t get to talk to each other yet.  Of course I can talk to him, and he understands some things like “pick that up” or “Kael, come here!!!” but my favorite is “Give daddy a hug” and he will wrap himself around me and then it’s “How about a kiss?” and either he gives his ‘old man’ a good smacker, or will play this little game with me that always ends with me tickling him until he gives in and I can steal a kiss from my boy.

Kael is definitely a daddy’s boy, and that is just fine with me.  Sidebar:  I don’t love Caleb any less, I just decided to write about Kael today, and I don’t want any goofy comments about it later.

Now, the reason for all of this blubbering on and on about my son is this; I recently had a conversation with a teenager who couldn’t understand my point of view on a particular topic because he didn’t have a good relationship with his father.  I realized that it is so very sad for a young man who doesn’t have a good connection with his Dad because it is so much harder for him to grasp the idea of God’s never ending love.  I know more about God’s love for me by having two children (and hopefully more to come someday) than any book or sermon could ever possibly convey. It’s hard for me to even consider that Kael isn’t perfect, even though I know that he isn’t. (Not because of the sensory thing, but because no one is perfect except Christ).  And although I get frustrated with him sometimes, it would be utterly impossible for him to lose my love.  That is how God feels about us!  No, we aren’t perfect.  No, we don’t always please Him, and sometimes we do the opposite thing from what He told us to.  We may even do it on purpose.  God still loves you.  He loves you like I love my Son.  He sees you with ‘unconditional love glasses.’ It doesn’t always make sense, but I get it.

A couple more things I have realized about fathers that I took for granted (generally speaking):

1.       I make decisions based on what I believe is best for my children, not just to be strict.

2.       I could care less what others think about my parenting, but I care very much what others think about my children and how they reflect upon me.

3.       If I were ever in the circumstance to choose, I would happily give up my life for either of my children. {super serious I know, but very true}

4.       I’m not concerned with what my boys will be when they “grow up.” (sports, music, etc….) I am most concerned with them growing up to be happy.

Father’s Day is coming up, and I encourage everyone to put a little extra effort into honoring the father in their life this year.  He deserves it because it can be a lot of work sometimes.

Sam i Am