So this is my first ever quick takes Friday post! I always enjoy reading these posts but have never had 7 relevant, entertaining and meaningful topics to post about all in the same week before. And if I do it’s usually Wednesday by the time I write them. So here I am. With good stuff. And it’s still Friday. Yay! Must be that Blue Moon this week (and it had me breaking out ‘The Smurfs’ for family movie night!)
So the news you’ve all been waiting for (unless we are friends on FB, Instagram, twitter or I have your email, phone # or you live in my neighborhood or you have children living in the 315 area code….) Drumroll please…. Our princess Olivia Grace Pullano arrived August 6, 2013, 8lbs 13oz. She was and is beautiful and healthy and probably just as stubborn as her
Mom Dad since she decided to stay put for an extra 9 days. Nine. Daaaaaaays. Nine… But she is here safe and sound and there aren’t enough hours in the day to adequately Praise God for this little miracle! Yes she was a good size baby but she is still a tiny little nugget and our whole family is totally in love with her! I think we many need a sign-up sheet with a 20-minute rule to cuddle her!
And I don’t know if I can do this justice in writing but I thought I’d share with you our first moments home with Olivia. So we arrived home to paparazzi and fanfare and barely contained crowds holding signs and cameras. (My kids and a few hundred of their closest friends) Olivia and I loved every minute of meeting her newest fans but her hunger won out and we had to pause to eat. Spoiler alert: Somehow I did not adequately prepare my younger children for the natural and beautiful act of breastfeeding. I got settled in a comfy chair and got Olivia all situated while a little crowd gathered around for the momentous occasion. Without a second thought I lifted my shirt to nurse and happened to glance up at the faces of my youngest children. Andrew (7) was a little bug-eyed and his mouth was open in protest, though no sound actually came from his mouth. After a minute he frantically looked around and ran over to make sure I was completely covered up. And I mean completely. So when I finally emerged from the blankets, my attention was drawn to horrified face #2, Laura (5). (Really?? Have my kids never seen someone breast feed??) She was just as stunned as Andrew but quickly found her voice. She immediately and efficiently cupped her little hands around her mouth and went all through the crowds shouting “No one look at my Mom!!! She’s feeding the baby from her boob! No one look at my Mom!” Over. and Over. and Over. Relieved that the situation was firmly under control, I turned my attention to my sweet little Melissa (3) standing quietly by. She had calmly taken in the entire scene but had just one question for me. She leaned in close and whispered, “Mommy, do you have apple juice in there too?”
Just one week after Olivia arrived, Bill and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary. While the day was a little overshadowed by, well, breastfeeding, and everything else, the occasion was remarkably celebrated in our hearts. Not a day goes by that I am not thankful for the Man that coerced me into a few dates and quickly stole my heart. I never could have imagined all that God had in store for our lives together. Happy Anniversary Honey. What an honor it’s been to have you by my side!
This past week we marked 5 years since our little Michael went home to the Lord. It hardly seems possible that it’s been that long. I can still picture his sweet little face and hear him running to our room as soon as the sun was up and saying, “Mommy and Daddy! Wake up. It’s a beautiful day!” He had the right of it. We didn’t have a minute to waste with our beautiful boy. It’s been a while since I’ve listened to his Song of Love but the minute I heard that music I was reminded how special that song was to Michael and all of us during his illness. I am so grateful to that organization for bringing some Joy during a time that was not very joyful. It always brought a smile to his face to hear his name in a song! Here’s a link to Mikey’s song on YouTube that we put to pictures if you want to check it out!
Of course Anna is never far from our thoughts and many days are so bittersweet. Bill and I still say, “I just can’t believe Anna died”. Sometimes I expect her to walk in the door from a long trip or something and the reality hits with fresh force. She is not walking in the door. She is not swiping her newest baby sibling from the cradle for late-night snuggles. She is not joining in the back-to-school frenzy. Her friends are all heading off to college this week and gathered one last time to say goodbye to Anna. Chinese lanterns made their way up and over the city of Syracuse.
6 months ago, I wondered how I would manage to get her ready for college with a brand new baby in tow. I tried to imagine saying goodbye to our first-born baby as she embarked on a new chapter of her life. I tried to imagine our house without her. I couldn’t imagine it but somehow I am now living it in a way I didn’t dream. The words of scripture, and the mass, strike me for the 1000th time. “Free yourself from needless worry and anxiety” and from Luke’s gospel:
Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life ? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest.
As always, I am comforted by the truth of Anna’s reality. What a waste my earlier worries turned out to be and the thing is that even if she were alive and well and heading off to college right now, my worries still would have been a waste!! That verse goes on to instruct, “Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
We are not promised longevity in this life. We aren’t promised an easy life, or luxury, or power or wealth or health, but each of us is here for a purpose. We are part of the divine plan with work to do for the kingdom and we have a limited time to get it done. Our time might be gone in the blink of an eye. I know it too well. I will ask myself today, and every day, “Lord, how can I serve you? How can I Love You, my Treasure?” and then I will pray for the Grace to do it!
And last, a friend recently told me something cool and since I had never heard of it thought you might not have either. He was visiting a church in NJ which had an image of Jesus captioned “Jesus my Pelican”. I had never heard Jesus referred to as a pelican before but it’s really a fitting comparison. “The symbolism of the mother pelican feeding her little baby pelicans is rooted in an ancient legend which preceded Christianity. The legend was that in time of famine, the mother pelican wounded herself, striking her breast with the beak to feed her young with her blood to prevent starvation. Another version of the legend was that the mother fed her dying young with her blood to revive them from death, but in turn lost her own life.” You can read the rest of the article here http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/religion/re0682.html Interesting!!
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