Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The Pandora Christmas station is playing. Martin is out picking up Bella from school and Abeni from a friend’s home. On the fridge is Bella’s Christmas countdown. 11 days to go.
I wish I felt “festive”.
I wish I felt filled to the brim with “Christmas Cheer”.
I wish I could sing “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”
and mean it.
This has been one of the toughest few months for me in a very, very long time.
For one, Bella came very, very close to rejecting her daddy’s kidney that was transplanted in 2005.
Second, I lost a dear friend to cancer.
Third, I sliced right through the tendon in my right pinkie finger and have been in some pretty intense pain.
Fourth, we have to foreclose on our lovely home.
And there is other stuff. It seems that so many people in my life are in very, very difficult times as well.
How I wish I could tell you that I am doing sooo awesome. But I can’t.
Can any of you relate?
The thing is – I learned quite a while back that there is freedom in not being enslaved to circumstances.
There is freedom in not always trying to control my world in order to achieve maximum happiness. Or security. Or stability.
That is where my Faith come in.
Is it a crutch? You bet it is. It has kept me from falling flat on my face (or other regions) more times than I can count.
My faith, as has already been tried and tested, allows me to look ahead with Hope.
My faith allows me to just feel like crap sometimes in the midst of it all.
And my faith is the stuff from which Christmas is made of.
I am going to try and hold on tight to that.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
It is the beginning of November and I find that I am pulled in a million directions. There are fundraisers for school, homework, play dates, dance lessons, doctor’s appointments, small groups, and on and on and on.
And in the midst of all of that busyness, I tend to get very introspective. I tend to find that my mind demands to be recognized, whether I deem there to be time for it or not!
And in that vein, I have been thinking a lot about a certain path that I was put on in the early 1990’s. A path that lead to the inception of a lifelong journey that seems to continue to have endless spokes originating from one simple, yet profound word:
For me, especially in the 90’s, this word was most often, but certainly not limited to, racial reconciliation. I found myself immersed in groups like Multicultural Student Fellowship, International Student Fellowship, SOAR (Students Organized Against Racism) and I even received a Masters degree in Multicultural Education and Social Justice. It was, and has continued to be, a huge learning curve for me.
And now, here I am. I am the wife of a Czech man and the mother of an Ethiopian daughter. My family could not be more multicultural, unless, I was Angelina Jolie.
And in lieu of all that I learned and continue to learn, I am noticing a pattern that is a bit disconcerting to me. And our dependence on social media does not help matters one bit.
First, let me share a story with you. One that is really not easy for me to share, as I am embarrassed about it – to this day.
When I was in graduate school, I had the privilege of meeting and spending a lot of time with a group of amazing individuals from
One night, we decided to all pile in my car and go to a movie. As we were driving to the movie theater, we were cut off by a car that had a huge sticker on the back of another country’s flag. Before I knew it, this is what came out of my mouth:
Yep, I said that. Me. The woman who at the time was co-leading the SOAR group. Me. The woman who had already devoted a decade toward the pursuit of racial reconciliation. Me. The woman getting her MASTERS DEGREE in Multicultural Education and Social Justice. Me.
Well, the silence in the car was palpable.
And then something ethereal happened.
Laughter. And grace.
My beloved Kenyans did NOT let me get away with that comment. Many conversations ensued in the weeks ahead. A lot of forgiveness was asked and even more was given. And most importantly, not one of those dear friends gave up on me, turned their back on me, wrote me off, judged me, and they did not gang up on me and tear me apart. They knew that I am not perfect. They know my life story, where I come from, what my life’s experiences have done to help my paradigm shift in a positive manner and what it has done to hinder it.
And most importantly, they knew and know today that even in my longing, my desire, to be a Woman of Faith who feels called to racial reconciliation, to social justice, to advocacy, to deep and authentic friendships among different races, I am human.
And I will blow it.
As a result of all of this, I get a bit concerned. As a Caucasian mom of an Ethiopian daughter in a predominately Caucasian small town, I get looks. I get comments. I get stares, some quizzical, some disdainful. It can be hurtful.
Everything in me wants to pick up my cell phone, jump on Facebook, twitter to the world about how wronged I was. I want to call out the “racist” individual who wronged me and my child! I want to incite a mob response, getting everyone I know to respond and comment as well about how awful my experience was, how ignorant people are, how enlightened I AM in comparison.
And then I believe God brings me humbly back to that event in the car. With the Kenyans. On the way to the movie.
And I find that, while I am a huge fan of being truthful and letting an individual know that their comment was hurtful and that he or she might want to take a moment and consider why he or she said what he or she said, I am finding that
Grace and Truth make for great sisters to Reconcilation.
We all are human, therefore we ALL have prejudices.
Can you imagine what would happen if we offered people grace more often?
This idyllic and very human woman who has been the recipient of such grace is hopeful at that thought.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Our plan was to enjoy a vacation, of sorts, with a little clinic mixed in, thus hopefully distracting Bella from the main reason for our Bay Area visit.
And, how I wish I could say that it worked beautifully.
But - let's not get ahead of ourselves.
The good news is that Bella is thriving - and I do not ever get tired of saying that. Our nephrologist said, as we were preparing to leave, "it is extraordinary that we have not seen you a lot more frequently."
It is extraordinary. It is miraculous. It is a very real and tangible example of how present God is and how He never ceases to surprise us with joy if we allow Him to do so. And even as I type that previous sentence, I must admit to feeling a hint of doubt, which quite honestly, stems from a form of "survivor's guilt".
I have dear friends who lost their son to cancer in between Bella's birth and her kidney transplant. Whenever I look heavenward and and inhale thankfulness to God for Bella's life, for sparing her when there is nothing scientific that allows for her to still be with us, I also exhale remonstration as to why God took Zach home. It is a conundrum to me. It will most likely never be answered in this lifetime.
And yet, one thing of which I am certain, there is no better way to live than in the friction between the explicable and the inexplicable when it comes to faith. It is the perfect formula from which humility and courage, hope and contentment can take root.
So, back to our Bay Area visit and the expectation versus the reality. Because Bella has been so sick, we never experienced the "terrible twos", or "threes", or "fours"...
but we are IN it now.
There is no question that part of what we experienced with Bella that week was her way of working out all the tension, fear, and anxiety that comes with these clinic visits. And I am sure her highly intuitive self could pick up on her Mama's tension around it as well.
And yet, it did not totally subside once we returned home. In many ways, we are glad for this stage, as it proves to us once again that Bella is thriving - she is feeling well enough to be able to push back, vie for her independence.
And at the same time, having a child who goes through a stage meant for a younger age at an older age means Martin and I are in for a unique challenge. We are fortunate to have family friends whose professions are a perfect fit to come alongside us to teach us how to lovingly guide Bella.
We have said it before and I will say it again:
Thank you for being on this journey with us.
Thank you for showing us what Love looks like incarnate.
Thank you for holding up our precious Bella in prayer.
Please enjoy this video below of Bella being, well, unabashedly Bella.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
One very positive outcome of our clinic is that Bella gets to go to every six weeks for blood draws instead of every four. This is HUGE as she has very weak veins and blood draws have to come from her hand (below her knuckle) instead of her arm. They are very painful for her and her hand is very sore afterward.Another positive outcome is that a biopsy has been delayed indefinitely.
There are still some areas of concern. Her blood pressure is low We will be monitoring this more closely than before. It is very stressful on her little five-year-old heart to pump blood to and from an adult kidney.
We are also entering a more common season for rejection. Parents and kids can get more laid back about the intake of fluids, and we need to be very diligent about this in order to avoid those early stages of kidney rejection. Bella cannot go anywhere without a water bottle in tow.
We were reminded by the team that Bella will go into rejection at some point in her life, and to take those early warning signs seriously. We were reminded again of how susceptible she is to certain types of cancer, such as skin cancer, and others I honestly can't remember at the moment.
We learned interesting things. For example, Bella needs to always have a bike with very wide handle bars so that when they are turned sideways, they go around her torso and do not directly lead to to an impact with her kidney (which is now in front - instead of the back - of her stomach). Who knew?!?
So, thank you for your thoughts and prayers. Thank you for the support you have given our family.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I cannot stop thinking about it.
I find myself in prayer often throughout the day...especially on behalf of the orphans.
I have friends who are on their way there now, or are already on the ground. I have friends of friends bringing their sons and daughters home from Haiti.
What more can I say?
I keep coming back to Jeremiah 31:13b
"I will turn their mourning into gladness;
I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow."
Monday, January 11, 2010
What a great time we had! The house was filled with beautiful Ethiopian children, amazing parents and siblings, and amazing friends who have been a support through this journey.
At one point I just stopped and watched all that was going on around me. I, for once, did not feel teary-eyed. i just felt so filled with joy and that rare but wonderful state of contentment.
I looked at the man whom I married - a man who is brave, courageous, loves me and our girls so unconditionally, a man who has stuck with me. This man is one who has never once made me feel guilty that I could not give him more children. This is a man who never questioned for ONE moment whether or not to give his daughter his kidney - even knowing it was life-threatening for him. This is a man who was willing to put his heart out there for a baby he had never met, and now is totally in love.
I watched Bella as she played with her three girlfriends. I watched her help her little sister open gifts. I watched her love being a hostess and making sure all the kids felt welcome and cared for. This thriving, beautiful, smart girl with a compassionate heart was not supposed to live past the age of five.
And I watched Abeni. This beautiful gift who I am convinced has traits like me! This baby girl loving all the attention, already fighting with her BFF over toys, and giving hugs and snuggles to whomever is available to receive one.
How is it possible?
How does one reconcile so much grief in one's lifetime and so much joy at the same time?
I do not have the answer to this.
But I will say - I could not have come this far on my life's journey without God. I know how that sounds - I know it can be such a cliche. I know when I have read statements like that, I have rolled my eyes, too.
Please hear me - I am not saying that I am thankful to God for how He has "blessed" me with my daughters and my husband, although I certainly am.
I am thankful to God for how He has "blessed" me by allowing hardship and grief so that He could knock my socks off by showing me who He REALLY is...His character, the immense freedom I have in knowing Him, and how much He loves me.
And this is why I do not like the words "blessed" and "blessing" because we only use them when something that we and the world perceive as good happens. So much of life's blessings do NOT happen in these moments - they happen in the grievous ones when we are on our knees.
So, as I enjoy my family and its completion, my heart is full and I am enjoying the sweet ride of contentment right here. Right now.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Then there is a blog like ours. A family blog. A stay-at-home mom writes it.
And there you go.
I know, I know.
Writing is cathartic.
Writing is a form of self-expression.
But why do I feel a need to "put it out there" on a blog instead of just pulling out my beautiful journal from Barnes and Noble that is not subject to public comsumption?
Is it a need to be heard?
Is it self-inflated, self-involved?
Is it taking the place of actual face-to-face conversations?
I do not have the answer to this, and for now, I am going to continue to write and share my life with you.
And if I ever feel I can answer any of those aforementioned questions in the absolute affirmative,