Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I personally disagree, but here is a dumb video for you all to see my family. Its me in all my splendor, my hot husband and my perfect little princess. We were testing the new webcam and chit chatting about nothing
Saturday, December 27, 2008
I had my hands full. We didnt need more crap. But, if it wasn't unexpected and random- it wouldn't be my life.
I have a history of stoopid car accidents, but last night put the cherry on top. Let us do a brief recap of my strange and random car accidents throughout the decade...
1. I tried to teach myself to drive a standard (stick shift), but had no idea what the clutch was for. I stuck my car into neutral and slowly backed into the street. Several cars were waiting for me to move, but I could not get the car into gear. Eventually, I just pushed my car back to its original spot. I felt like a fool.
2. When I had the hang of the stick shift, I grew so confident in backing up that I knocked over my own mailbox. With an audience present.
3. Thinking that a trailer truck was about to invade my lane, I drove onto the sidewalk to avoid the "accident." I stopped right before running into a pole.
4. I have blown out my tires TWICE (this year) by hitting the curb at a speed no higher than 20 miles per hour.
But last night... last night took the cake.
I was driving down the highway, headed from Mexico to USA. Isaac and I decided to head home early in order to avoid the border crowd returning home on sunday. We had driven for about two hours when I saw a tow truck on the side of the road. It was picking up a car that had wrecked. I could see that because the truck had those yellow hazzard lights flashing. What DIDNT have yellow lights or orange cones was the inmense debree left all over the pavement.
Apparently, a car had lost its suitcases in the middle of the road, and some huge truck ran over them- turning them into thousands of sharp pieces on the road. I hit a few.
We were all fine. The car never lost control or anything. I drove slowly to make sure that the tires were OK (since I now have a fobia of blow outs), but the tires were fine.
That's when I noticed the smell of poop. Katy had done her buisness and needed a diaper change. The timing was perfect, because the last rest stop was only five minutes away.
When we got there, I opened Katy's door to get her out and a toy fell out and rolled under the car. Annoyed at the clutter and chaos, I grumbled as I crouched down to pick up the toy. Then, I noticed a steady stream of green liquid pouring out of the car.
The gas tank had a gaping hole in it.
(and we had just filled the tank)
I ran over to the toll booths and asked for help. After giving them an explanation of what had happened, they told us that their insurance company would cover our repairs, but that we had to wait for the adjuster.
By the time the insurance guy got there, it was 1 am, and waaay past Katy's bed time. She was mad.
Isaac's dad drove up to meet us and take us the rest of the way home. A friend of ours was kind enough to let us borrow her only car until we can get ours back.
Although Im taken aback by the randomness of the accident, I am touched by those who went out of their way to help us. I am grateful that the Mexican highway is going to pay for the damages. But most of all, I am grateful that we are alive and well.
Had it not been for a poopy diaper and a dropped toy, this could have turned out very differently.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
RAZA CCI de COLONIA RANGEL FRIAS. Nos vemos el miercoles 24 a las 9.30 am para desayunar un buffet de hotcakes y omeletes y crepas...etc. Estos son los ingredientes que nececito para el 23 en la tarde. No seas colgado, yo no me quiero quedar cocinando toda la noche, asi que llega tempranillo por la tarde.
Deja un commentario en "comment" diciendo para que te apuntas. O si no, mejor ponte de acuerdo con lucy. Sale? No me queden mal, si no va a ser una buena friega para mi solita.
Aqui esta la lista:
dos cajas de mantequilla (real)
1 bote de yogurt natural
3 cajas de tocino
Miel de maple
4 litros de leche
4 litros de jugo de naranja
crema batida (en bote tipo spray preferible)
2 pimientos morrones
medio kilo tomate
cafe para cafetera
crema para cafe
3 ratas muertas
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I sulked inwardly, thinking of all the great stuff I wish I could feed my little girl. I imagined cheese cubes, and yoghurt cups. I thought of cookie jars and sandwiches. Is that too much to wish for? To hope that my daughter can one day eat the nutritious food and not have to worry about it damaging her brain?
But then I thought about the Norwegian doctor- Folling, who insisted on finding the cause for mental retardation in two siblings. I thought about his pioneer research in the 1930's that led to the discovery of Phenylketunria. It was his enlightenment that led others to take up the torch and walk the next mile. From him came those who advocated and made blood screening at birth mandatory in the united states (that foot stick they do at birth). Then, there were others- like Virginia Shuett- who spent their entire lives finding ways to feed people like Katy. PKU is one of the few genetic diseases that can be controlled by a diet.
There are so many other metabolic conditions that have no cure. Many are even fatal. That is not the case with Katy. We have research, support, information, and many types of foods fabricated to make PKUers live a more normal life. We have a formula that supplements her nutrition, a geneticist who checks up on her development (and always gives us good news), a well informed nutritionist, a whole team of therapists, and best of all- we have what so many other families wish for-
So, even though this thanksgiving my daughter could not eat turkey, I am grateful that she could sit at the table and much on her special Cambrooke's food as we shared smiles, love and laughter.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I dont know if you recall my last video on killing mice, but looking back on it makes me laugh. I was so innocent. So naive. So, completely unaware of what was to come. I lived in a fairy tale castle and walked on pink clouds. I was such a child. But that was then.
This is now.
I've been away from home for almost two months. I was so eager to come to all my things. The first evening, I invited a friend over for coffee and tacos (yes. Tacos.) We sat merrily and enjoyed our conversation for about three and a half minutes. Until we felt a shadow run across the kitchen.
Were we seeing things?
Shrugging it off, we continued with our long overdue chat. But not two minutes later, the movement in the kitchen continued. It was a mouse. A creepy, disgusting freak of nature had come into my kitchen and was hiding under my fridge. I stood nearby with a broom and waited. Then, it popped out again.
But hadnt we seen a gray mouse?
Was this one brown?
Either way, it made a mad dash for the laundry door, and to my surprise- was able to fit under the door and "escape (to my laundry room)." My friend and I sat back in the living room, only this time we kept our feet on the couch. Then, a shadow. It was that mouse. No- it was NOT that mouse. It was a baby one.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
PS- chill. Give it a second to load, yo.
Monday, October 27, 2008
It had been a long and grueling day and I was particularly crabby. To think that it was only five o'clock and the worst hadn't even begun. This afternoon Katy was especially kranky, and it was driving me bonkers. By the late afternoon, I decided to calmly face the situation.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Yeah, to some it may not sound like much, but to us missionaries- its the shindig.
The pace of the tour is too speedy for Katy, so we decided to stay behind. In fact, we're taking total advantage of this opportunity to do some therapies in Texas. It is our main focus to get Katy talking, and since her mother language is english it seems stupid to do spanish speech therapy in Mexico.
Im lonely. And bored. I dont have any friends or social life here in Texas and Im coming to full realization of what a true loser I can be. Here, in no particular order, are some key manifestations of my desperate loneliness.
1. I got in a cyber fight
Yes, me- the missionary. I got in a fight on a website called CAFEMOM. I got kicked out of one of the website's social groups. Apparently, I was not allowed to start a topic on abortion, but the rule was not writen anywhere. They kicked me out of a group and I made a big stink with my blog. Then, my blog got removed by the administration team and I got a warning about picking fights. Yes. Me. I felt like the straight "A" student getting punished for something she didn't deserve.
So, one of my cybermom friends sided with me and took up my cause, getting herself booted from the group as well. We now have our own group, which we administer. Now, nobody can kick us out for starting topics against the (unwriten) "rules."
Cuz were Bad Azzez.
2. Im on a shaving strike.
As my blog title suggests. Why should I shave when my husband is away for a month? All I gotta do is wear pants and "Voila!" Instant style. I think of it as an investment for my skin. By not shaving, Im not drying out my legs with the razor blades.
...you can pretty much justify anything you stand for...
3. Saturday Mornings are not what I remember
As a kid, I used to LOVE saturday mornings. I would take out all of my toys and play while watching cartoons. I tried it again with Katy this morning, but I quickly realized that there has to be at least ONE grown up in the house. Somebody has to be responsible for the mess and the food. Katy and I drew straws and I lost. It would be my turn to make the pancakes this morning. But I know that someday, I'll have my day in the park...
The Berenstein Bears were on and I was really touched. Seriously, have you paid attention to their cartoons? The lessons on family unity are really inspiring. They really do respect each other and learn their lessons. And then, when the kids went off to bed, momma and poppa bear cuddled on the couch. You know they got it on later that evening. With their love afflame after so many years of marriage, you know those bears are sexually active. I mean, just look at the lust in their eyes:
4. Finally, this video deserves an honorable mention.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I got so many things to write about, but I have been HECTIC with schedule. For now, I will post a random picture of Yours truly- looking like a total dweeb head. In fact, all three of us do.
Im the one flying through the air. My husband is the one with the odd wardrobe and my friend fabie, is the girl glaring at the camera.
Yes. I surround myself with people who are like me. It keeps my feet grounded (as you can see).
Friday, September 12, 2008
But forty years ago- it was all the rave. From what I hear, my aunt was a total heart breaker. She had many love struck boys lead packs of musicians to her window in attempt to win over her heart. They would turn up just around midnight, when the moon was full and bright, strumming melancholy tunes outside her window. The lover would wait patiently for her light to come on. Unfortunately, it never did.
My aunt had epilepsy- and in the excitement of it all, she would fall to the ground and shake with seizures- never having the time to turn on her light. I bet that time after time, the boys would return home feeling sad, rejected and broke (hiring these musicians is not cheap). If only they knew that fault was not with them, they might have given it another go.
But the worst serenata experience of them all was that night that my aunt's grandmother (my great grandmother) passed away. Completely unaware of this family tragedy- one more love-struck admirer decided to profess his devotion that evening. He gathered the musicians, ran through the song list and headed out to my aunts house.
I wasn't there, but I can imagine the grieving family's surprise as they heard the muffled sounds of guitars and trumpets outside their door. They were getting ready to take the body to the morgue, but now an enamored lover and his oblivious band stood right at the door.
They had to do what they had to do. The procession walked out of the house with a gurney and the dead body-covered only by a white sheet. In a moment of confusion, the musicians parted in half, letting the corpse and its grieving family walk through. Slowly, each instrument fizzled out- leaving an awkward and uncomfortable silence.
That pretty much branded my aunt for life. Even though she is now seizure free- the romantic Serenata days are long gone for her. From that day on, her inamoratos stuck to flowers and chocolates.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A terrible week goes down the john
The surgery was done in San Antonio, and we stayed at my brother in law's house. Three days after the surgery we decided that we had been cooped up long enough. We went to the zoo.
San Antonio in August is not the breeziest of spots. It was scorching. Nevertheless, by the time we arrived home we were exhausted. We spent most of our time sweating and petting the animals at the petting zoo. Too tired to shower, I went to bed smelling like a zoo animal.
The next morning we were scheduled for an appointment with Katy's eye doctor. Once he OKayed her, we would be free to go home. I woke up with plenty of time, so I took the morning slow and easy. After drinking my morning coffee, nature began to call. Isaac had gone before me, and I would have to wait.
As I heard him flush, I picked up a book with useless facts and tidbits to keep me entertained while on the pot (c'mon, you know you do it too). I didnt hear fate chuckle when I read the chapter on "labatory deaths." It seemed interesting enough, and It kept me engaged. I finished up and flushed the toilet.
It was not going down, instead it began to bubble up. I saw my life flash in front of me as the water began to rise. Would it stop? I frantically picked up all my clothes off the floor.
Did I mention I was naked?
I had planned to shower after my morning dump. Now, I stood in the middle of my brother in law's bathroom wearing nothing but my birthday suit as I tried to apease the toilet demons with heartfelt implorations.
But the bubbles continued. Suddenly, the toilet began to erupt, like a volcano- spewing my feces all over a bathroom that did not belong to me. I wrapped myself in a towel and ran to the living room, where my husband chatted with his brother. I poked my head from behind the wall-
"Um. Run. There's an emergency!"
Knowing what a drama queen I can be, my husband paid little heed to my alarm and paced slowly in the direction of the bathroom. The look of horror flashed through his eyes as he peaked into the scene. The toilet had slowed by now, and the discharge was slowly seeping through the sides. I was soaking up as much gunk as I could with a mountain of paper towels. To this moment- I was still wearing nothing but a towel.
"Why now?" I wined "we have to go to the doctor in half an hour and I smell like a zoo!"
"Dont flush. Just get in the shower," Isaac grunted "I'll fix the toilet, " he said as he walked away in disgust.
My husband had just returned from a trip to Asia and Europe. I hadn't seen him for six weeks! This was not the sort of reunion I had dreamed about. Surely I could fix the toilet on my own. It was, after all, my own poop.
I braced myself as I looked into the comode. Eureeka!! The water had gone down. I flushed again, but apparently, this sort of sacrifice did not appeace the toilet demon. He raged much worse than the time before.
This was unlike any plumbing violence I had ever witnessed. It surpased my wildest imagination and my worst fears. There was no stopping it. I shouted to Isaac, who came running this time. By the time I saw his face, it was completely devoid of color.
"Did you flush!?" He shouted "Why would you do that?!"
"I was just trying to fix it!" I protested as the toilet continued cascading.
"It was a simple order! You should have done what I said!" he accused
"Well, if you had'nt gone before me-" I stated defensively "your TURD wouldnt have blocked my turd!"
"Mine went down just fine!" he said indignantly as the toilet continued to pour putridness "its your turd that got jamed in there!"
It was a pathetic sight: Reunited husband and naked zoo smelling wife shouting about turds as the toilet exploded. The arguing continued until the toilet ceased spewing. This time, the waters had gone all the way out the bathroom and began to seep into the carpet.
Suddenly, my brother in law made an entrance. Out of nowhere, he had brought an industrial vaccum cleaner and a genius idea.
"Just vaccum up the S#!T and then mop up the floor," he suggested, half gagging as he darted away.
Stinky, sweaty and angry I got dressed, rolled up my pants and got down to buisness. It was teamwork like you've never seen. Wife moping up poop and husband unclogging toilet. It was the epitome of romance, and an outstanding ending to an already stressful week.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Which in turn, changes all of my plans. Instead of spending my "free" nap time crossing things on the to do list, I find myself throwing the list away entirely. Ever had one of those days? Please, pleeeeeease tell me about it if you have. It would make me feel like so much less of a loser.
I mean, bed time has always been my home run hit. Ive struggled with everything but BED TIME. Tonight, I swore I would put an exhausted little toddler in her bed where she would lay peacefully with a smile.
Its been two hours of screeming. Screeming like never before. I never lost my cool. I stayed calm as I tried technique after technique ad naseum (however you spell that, like I care). I finally decided that it was me who needed a time out, and after two intense hours, I closed the door, got on YOUTUBE and watched videos as I tried to tune out the screeming. Half way through my favorite vbloggers videos I stopped to have a dialogue with myself.
Inner me #1: Did you hear that?
Inner me #2: Hear what?
Inner me #1: Exactly...
Inner me #2: Is it.... Is it silence?
Inner me #1 & Inner me #2: SHE'S ASLEEP!!!!
Basically, I could have won the lottery. But this feels oh-so-much-better!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Today, I saw an old friend's picture on the paper and my heart sunk. She looked just like I remembered her. Her radiant smile and shining eyes reflected all the infectious happiness she had inside. It wasnt the picture that struck the sad note, but the story to which it was attatched.
Cheri Sarver was my first boss in the professional field. I became a part time school teacher just a few weeks after graduating from college. It didnt make sense to me, I had studied communication, but I had always wanted to teach. I was hired as a kinder garden teacher aide.
In just a few weeks, a wealth of knowlede and experience poured out from Cheri and unto me. I felt like I was living that scene from "The Matrix," in which Neo learns difficult skills in mere instants by simply plugging in and loading up.
Cheri's imput and ideas extended far beyond the academic realm. She was more than just a school principal. She was a mother, a counselor, a teacher, a friend, an entertainer, an engenier, and at times- a firm disciplinarian. Cheris unique teaching style affected the whole school with a possitive and playful attitude. It was not uncommon to see her skipping from classroom to classroom dressed as a princess or even a weight lifting champion. She inspired the children (and the teachers) to learn through play. For her, history was not a lesson- it was a discovery- and we were the voyagers.
Through Cheri, I learned that there was no such thing as a stupid student, just bad teachers. I learned that in each chair sat a unique and individual person. A child who could grow up to change the world if only his teacher got to know him and meet his specific needs. I learned the value of not giving up. I discovered that the world is not flat, but full of angles. If an entrance to a child's mind is not granted through one method, there were still a million other ways to try. Cheri taught me to discipline in love, never losing the firmness that a child so desperately needs.
In the two years that I worked with her, Cheri saw me change and evolve. I may have never told her how much I learned from her, but Im sure that she could tell. What I never got to tell her was the following...
That I had a daughter. Her name is Kathryn. She looks just like me and she changed my life. I didnt know it, but my little Katy was born sick. Very sick. Deep down, on a chromosomal level, Katy was suffering constant attacks. Her brain was bombarded day and night. Her doctor didnt think there was anything wrong with her- until it was "too late."
By the time Katy was a year old, her brain had suffered serious traumas. There was very little hope for her recovery. But then the Genetecist told me about neuroplasticity. The brain's ability to rewire itself and learn through undamaged brain sections. A child's brain is very resilient up to about two years of age. Basically, I had one year to teach my daughter all that she had missed. I thought of Cheri and the lessons she left imprinted on my heart. I knew it was possible, if I gave it my best shot.
I have cried, I have screamed and I have even bled- but I have not given up.
As a result, my two year old Katy is making a beautiful recovery. About a year ago, I was told she might not learn to walk. Today she walks, runs, spins and is even learning to jump. Her little mouth has started to blurt its first words and her way of play is just like any other child- save a minor delay. Katy is taking in the beauty of this world and discovering it bit by bit, because of what Cheri taught me.
I never got to tell her that, but when I meet her in heaven I will thank her for giving my child a second chance at life.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
1. Isaac has finished his first solo CD! A year ago, I never imagined that he would turn into a musician. Now, he is scheduled to tour all of Mexico giving concerts non stop for two months. Here is the link to his webpage. At the top, click on "CD" and then click on the little "e-snip" bird to hear a portion of his song. (if you're unfamiliar with the story of Isaac turned musician, this is the link to the blog I wrote about it).
2. Who switched out the bassinets? Katy is a whole new child! This is where I just blurt out the major changes, paying absolutely no attention to detail-
- She has almost dominated going up the stairs by herself.
- She's learning to play "pretend." (her favorite game is taking her teddy bear for a stroll, but now we walk to the corner store with her shopping cart to buy milk and eggs.)
- She understands me when I speak
- She says "again" all the time to get what she wants- and it works
- She is engaging in meaningful play. Today, for instance- she found a can and carried it all the way to the kitchen. Then, she opened up the silverware drawer, grabbed a spoon and banged away. All without help!
- She can tolerate a few minutes (just a few) playing with other children. I've touched her chest and noticed that her heart beats really loud when there are other kids around. She's really nervous, but gives it a shot anyway. My brave little trooper!
- She learned to use the Ipod. She likes to wear it on her hip and listen to the "Numa Numa" song over and over and over....
3. Building up a strange library- I started buying books on Sensory Intergration Dissorder (of which Katy suffers). I've also been adding Occupational, Physical, Moral Otor and other kinds of therapy books to my library. I've learned so much and I have seen amazing results. So much, that I am now adding "regular" books to my shelf such as- "Gymboree Toddler Games" and "The Everything Guide to Potty training." I wish I could describe the joy of this developmental transition.
4. Isaac is going to Malaysia. And Spain. And Germany. Just a few days from now I will be sad and lonely.
5. Again, Isaac is giving a concert on Saturday evening. 7 pm central time. The cool part is that you can watch it online. go to our church media page and then click on the little television icon. Woohoo!
6. All my cameras are broken. Yes. even the webcam. I feel so useless.
7. Katy is having surgery. It will be an in and out eye surgery for her right eye. I suppose that her low muscle tone affected her eye muscle as well, because one is drifting. Its pretty minor, and the doctor is amazed that she has perfect vision considering her seizure history (which has been wiped off the map).
8. My coffee break is over and I gotta get back to my piled up laundry and dishes.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Nevertheless, he was on the job and he had to muster up a good attitude. After all, if it weren't for him, who would bring home the bacon? Or, bananas...
His job was to be the local celebrity in the beautiful beaches of Cancun. Not too shabby for an occupation. He would go from person to person (guided by his "boss") as he offered the tourists a chance to snap a picture with him.
His swollen eye, visible even from far away made my husband cringe. The noxious smell from his reeking fur filled our nostrills. Isaac swore that we would not be touching that disease ridden monkey. We were having a terrible week as it was. Katy had a misserable cold and the entire Hotel's air conditioner had broken down for two and a half days. The last thing we needed was to catch some crazy monkey illness.
But I had always wanted a picture with a monkey.
"Hi there!" The photographer greeted us "would you like a photo with the monkey?"
Katy begun to cry. Isaac shook his head vigorously. No was NO regardless of how much I insisted. Didn't I know that when Isaac put his foot down it was always final?
So after much insistance we ended up snapping one of the very worst pictures in our family history. Look again. We're all sleep deprived, Katy is just wretched, Isaac is staying as far away from that monkey as is photographically possible and I'm just there. Smiling, like an idiot.
But what was really funny was what happened to the man next to us. He was just sitting in his lounge chair, keeping to himself.
"Hey there, fella! How'bout a picture with the monkey?"
The crabby man just shook his head "no"and turned away.
"C'mon! Its just a picture. No obligation."
"Ah. It ain't so bad. Just take the picture!"
"Listen, if you dont like it its free. No obligation"
"No. I'm telling you- NO!"
"Whatcha gotta loose? No commitments. Just a picture."
"Fine! Gimmie the damn monkey," he burst.
The monkey exchange was made and just a second before the photo was taken I could hear the angry man give a loud groan followed by a curse. It turned out that the monkey had peed all over him. The photographer snapped the picture, snatched the monkey and darted off.
"Have a nice day!"
I could hear him yell as he ran.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
My husband will be producing his first solo CD this summer. It's scheduled to be out on the fourth of July. Today was his photo shoot. I was so excited because he actually got a make over! 'Im not kidding- even down to the highlights.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
When I was eighteen, I got my first job in the United States. I worked as a waitress in a major chain restaurant. I really didn't like the pressure or the pace of the job, but I needed to make money so that I could go to college. I remember being incredibly nervous every time I clocked in. Not only was I insecure, my boss was a total jerk.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Whats keepin ya?
It turns out that Katy hates it when Im at the computer. She JUST WONT LET ME TYPE. The moment I sit down, she comes to me, yanks at my arms and covers me with kisses. I guess its her way of saying
"I think youve had enough mom."
An Audience with the Big KAHOONA (sp?)
It turns out that some people in federal government are going to look into Katy's story. The director of Human Services in Mexico, and some Senators as well as some represantatives of the United Nations are going to give me a hearing.
They are interested in learning more about PKU and how to help change the way Mexico has handled this treatable condition. In other words- my daughter's story may change the course of the future for thousands of PKU babies in Mexico. They can have a hope and a future!
That is, if these people are touched and motivated to change...
The Hunt for the Perfect School
Isaac and I have been looking for a school for Katy for various months. We had an appointment today with one that I LOVED. Nothing is final, but this particular school is on the top of my list so far. Lets see what happens, shall we?
Meanwhile, I leave you with this song. It inspires me to strive when Im running on fumes.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Most people imagine that I am some kind of sweet, sensitive mom who loves company and is eager to take on the worlds challenges. The truth is that I have a college degree in theater and that I have been concealing the evil twin deep within me. Well, here's a newsflash for you-
This time, it was during a family trip that I made with my inlaws. If i had ever wanted to lose face and dignity, I finally got my big chance. I bet that the inlaws stay up late at night, worried for their son who married the Premenstrual Monster from Hell ...
Ive never liked to travel. For starters, I get motion sickness pretty easy. Then, Im almost sure that I have a moderate case of claustrophobia. In addition, I happen to be a paranoid, overprotective mother who must have meal plans and sleep schedule completely intact. Stuff me in a car full of family, suitcases and messy snacks for an extended period of time, and you get this:
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
In the meantime, here is a list of whats coming soon-
- "Holy Mole! Its flying poo- II" (in which a poopy diaper explodes during an airplane landing)
- "My Evil Twin is Actually Me" (In which michelle throws numerous fits during a week long trip, shaming herself with the inlaws)
- "My Very Own Meteor shower-3" (in which a rain of developmental milestones land in Katy's path to recovery)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The man of my dreams would be tall, and have brown hair. He would be both, a strong leader and a capable comedian. As a lover of nature, he would enjoy camping, fishing and swimming in the ocean. He would be a musician, and above all- he would be a head over heels, love struck follower of God, devoted to serve Him for life.
The first time I saw Isaac I thought my blood would drain straight down to my feet. I became dizzy and weak. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, and my pupils dilated. I tried as hard as I could hide my emotions. I thought that I was doing OK, until the moment his eyes made contact with mine. Then, I was sure that my stare betrayed my secret. It was the strongest emotion I have ever felt. I was sick with love, and yes, it happened at first sight.
As we got to know each other, I screened him through and trough. With each new detail that unraveled about him, I discovered that the prince charming I had dreamed of was not imaginary. He was real, and he was with me. It was overwhelming to find that he felt the same way about me. Only one thing was missing from my “check list.” He was not musically inclined. It was not a big deal. I was crazy in love with him, and a little element like that made no difference whatsoever.
Two years later, I walked down the isle in my white gown. Isaac was standing at the altar, surrounded by candles. He looked breathtakingly handsome in his three piece silver suit. I was actually living the very same fairy tale that I had written in my head years before.
After five years of marriage, we were given the greatest blessing that a man and a woman can receive. A child of their own. Only one year later, we found ourselves in the geneticist’s office, listening to the toughest news of our lives.
“Your daughter is severely retarded”
“Her damaged cerebellum will challenge her sense of balance for life.”
In prayer and desperation, Isaac wrote a song for our little girl. It was a song about God’s faithfulness to his people- and a reminder of the promise we have in Him. At first he could not sing the entire song. Isaac’s voice cracked as he broke into tears, time and time again. Nevertheless, he continued believing in the midst of a storm. If we came back from a doctor’s office with more bad news- he sang. If Katy had one more seizure or hallucination- he sang. If our little baby would lie there unresponsive- he sang. The song became our anthem and our cry of faith.
One song led to another and another, and another. Pretty soon, Isaac had a collection of songs to inspire our faith and remind us of God’s goodness. Not even a year later, we found ourselves surrounded by blessing after blessing. Katy’s seizures inexplicably disappeared. She began to respond to us. To make eye contact and to smile. She learned her name and turned our way when we called. She began to use her hands, she learned to sit, crawl, stand and against all odds- walk.
Soon, our church was singing the same songs that we first sang in the privacy of our living room. The very songs that kept us alive at three in the morning when we thought we would die. It was these very songs that began to inspire the faith of hundreds of people. Then, the unexpected happened.
Isaac was offered to give a concert at a conference with three thousand people. In what seemed like a second, a band was formed and his songs were published and copywriten. Just like that, Isaac found himself standing on a stage, in the middle of a crowd with every single eye glued on him. He told the story. The one of Katy and of our cry of faith. The people began to weep as Isaac’s voice broke once again. But this time it was not out of heartbreak. It was out of gratitude and relief. The guitar began to strum. The message of the song echoed through the auditorium.
Tear covered faces were scattered through the auditorium as the blue lighting intensified on the stage. The chorus of the song repeated, each time more impassioned and determined. And then, out of the corner of the stage- a two year old little girl, walking as she made her way to the center. With each little step, she became a living testimony of God’s love and faithfulness. She made her way further in, walking towards the man who had clung to hope against hope for her recovery. Her dad.
In just one second, Katy’s story became a miracle on public display. Every person stood motionless, as they watched my little girl walking perfectly towards her daddy. Everywhere I looked, someone was crying. Isaac picked her up and held her tight, as he finished his song. Suddenly- a standing ovation. It was a thunderous sound of victory. Then I knew-
It was all worth it.
Isaac had not even gotten off the stage before people were crowding him. He received numerous invitations to other cities and several recording opportunities. In less than a month, he has already started a tour and production for his first solo album is already underway.
It’s amazing what can happen when you cling to faith. Some trials are over quick, and others are a long journey. Even though we can’t always choose our circumstances, we have the power to choose our response to them. It’s not the event itself that will determine the outcome; it’s what you choose to make of it that will shape the future. Isaac and I decided to believe against all odds, and openly share our story for the world to see. As a result, hundreds of hurting people have begun to respond in faith as they too- cling for hope against hope.
Believe me when I tell you- this is only the beginning. There is more, much more to come…