Sunday 29 May 2011
Ode to Asher
Well, I was going to start this off with my eldest, Jacob, but since it is Asher's birthday tomorrow, he gets to bask in the limelight.
Four years ago today, I went to the hospital to be induced. I was 16 days over-due, and this baby was CLEARLY happy to be where he was. I was so adamant that this baby would come in his own time, and didn't want modern science to help me on my way. I had heard so many horror stories about people being induced, and how awful it ones, and I didn't want to a part of those stories!!
Asher Matheus Jansen was born May 30, 2007. Weighing in at 8lbs 8ozs, he was a beautiful, big boy. My waters never broke through out the process, so Asher was born, still completely covered in the sack. The midwives were so excited, saying this hardly ever happened, and it meant that this baby would bring us good luck. Do I believe in luck?!? Not really. Do I believe that Jesus sent us this most absolutely, wonderfully perfect boy on purpose?!? No question. Asher is the most patient, kind, placid, loving, caring, and BEAUTIFUL boy you will ever have the privilege of meeting. He is too kind to his sister, and absolutely adores his older brother. He is my calm in the storm. If I'm ever having a horrible day, I just have to look at his face, and he instantly makes me smile. Before I was pregnant with Asher, I had a miscarriage, and for whatever reason, although it was a horrible time in my life, I always had this odd sense of peace about it all. From the very beginning, I always said to Jo that I felt as though that pregnancy wasn't going to work out. Why would I think that?!? I have no idea. But I feel like God was giving me that peace, to prepare me for what was about to happen. And would Asher have come about if I hadn't miscarried?!? Probably not. Is God in everything?!? Of this I am completely certain. And look at this perfect little man. How can you not believe that he was perfectly formed. Someone this incredible doesn't just 'happen.' Thank you, Jesus!! I am blessed to have him in my life, and so 'lucky' to be his Mom. HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY, BASH!
Friday 6 May 2011
The ultimate procrastinator
I just wanted to let you know that I'm not dead, and I have not fallen off the face of the earth. With each new week, there come new problems...and most of them seem to consume too much of me. As I get older ( and this is something that really upsets me these days....pre-mid-life crisis) I learn more about my strengths and weaknesses. With age, and children, came patience. Something I DEFINATELY did not have as a child and young adult. I have also learned that I don't like change. (And this may seem funny, considering I left behind all that I knew in Abbotsford, and moved to England to be with my husband. ) But I like things just the way they are, and would be happy to never have to move again. And I mean both house, and country. Change stresses me out!
I always knew that if Jo and I hadn't moved back to Canada before the kids started up school, the chances of us moving back home would be slim. And it's true--- the idea has become less and less appealing. However, whenever things happen in our life, and we feel like we're going to have to CHANGE how we do things, we always come back to that ultimate change, which is moving back home. I guess it's one of those things that will never be a closed topic of conversation.
So this has turned out to be a bit random----- I was simply going to say that I had contemplated throwing in the towel, and just admitting that I am not a blogger, and never will be. Setting aside the time each day, to sit in front of the computer, just doesn't seem possible at times. And I actually feel like the computer and internet take up too much of my time, and distracts me from my kids too much. It's no wonder that mothers of years gone past, got so much more done in their homes than us. Could you imagine if we didn't have a TV or computer?!? The stuff we could accomplish could be incredible. However, I would still be a procrastinator, so who knows.
ANYWAYS----- I shall soon be starting my 'Ode to my children' posts, starting with my eldest. I have learned to put no time scales on this blog thing, but shall do it sooner rather than later. My husband has left me for the weekend. Gone to his friends Stag, and left me to care for our children. So hopefully I find the time to do what I want to do :)
I always knew that if Jo and I hadn't moved back to Canada before the kids started up school, the chances of us moving back home would be slim. And it's true--- the idea has become less and less appealing. However, whenever things happen in our life, and we feel like we're going to have to CHANGE how we do things, we always come back to that ultimate change, which is moving back home. I guess it's one of those things that will never be a closed topic of conversation.
So this has turned out to be a bit random----- I was simply going to say that I had contemplated throwing in the towel, and just admitting that I am not a blogger, and never will be. Setting aside the time each day, to sit in front of the computer, just doesn't seem possible at times. And I actually feel like the computer and internet take up too much of my time, and distracts me from my kids too much. It's no wonder that mothers of years gone past, got so much more done in their homes than us. Could you imagine if we didn't have a TV or computer?!? The stuff we could accomplish could be incredible. However, I would still be a procrastinator, so who knows.
ANYWAYS----- I shall soon be starting my 'Ode to my children' posts, starting with my eldest. I have learned to put no time scales on this blog thing, but shall do it sooner rather than later. My husband has left me for the weekend. Gone to his friends Stag, and left me to care for our children. So hopefully I find the time to do what I want to do :)
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