Welcome back to reality, folks. That's right, it's Monday; school and life are in session again!
It was hard to jump back into routine. It's almost like you have to re-train yourself to remember all of the little well-oiled routines that make the day run smoothly. Taking a shower at night, packing lunches, making sure the folder is in the bookbag, teeth brushed, shoes on.....got your gloves? hat on? check.
Whew. We made it to school with 1 minute to spare this morning;) At least we were on time!
I am liking my new system of setting small daily goals. It makes me feel so much less overwhelmed, less like a failure and more motivated. So far I've accomplished what I've set out to do each day (for the past 3 days anyways:) and I am forcing myself not to think ahead but only to take things one day at a time. Much more peaceful that way!
And peace I could use!
We received news that our Compassion child that Ben started sponsering eleven years ago when she was only 3 years old, has been pulled out of the program by her family for unknown reasons. It came as such a shock to us and we feel a myriad of emotions: disbelief, guilt, sadness. Did we write to her enough? Is she going to be well taken care of? Will she stay in school?(her parents say they will keep her in school) What was the real reason for her parents insisting that she not be a part of a program designed to care for Daphka, nurture her, teach her about God and provide her with opportunities for the future?
Whatever the reasons are, we are at least thankful that we got a chance to be a part of her life for a little while and that we can continue to pray for her. They said we could write her one last letter and I am hoping that we can find the right words to say to her.
And on a sweet note, after dropping Zakkai off at preschool (who is Star of the Week this week, by the way~more on that tomorrow!), Eliana was napping so I snuck into our room to lay down myself. E had a horrible night's sleep and was up from 2:30-4:15 or so hysterical so, needless to say, mommy was tired.
Ben went in to get her from her nap and as he started to head downstairs with her, she said, "Mama!" She called me Mama for about 2 days and then I became Dada, too. Shows you her priorities!! I have been trying and trying to get her to say my name but she just grins with her 4 1/2 little teeth (one front tooth poked through!) and continues to say "Dada!" (which he loves.)
So Ben came into tell me since he knows how much it means to me and that sweet little girl, who was in her favorite pair of arms, lit up when she saw me and she reached for me immediately and just snuggled her little body close. I thought maybe I'd get to have a little longer than a 15 minute nap but she burst into tears when B tried to take her downstairs without me so, being the sucker I am, I gave up on the nap and came down with them:) It was worth it.