A quick update

Thank you for your kind thoughts, prayers and expression of sympathy these past few days...they have meant a lot. I have essentially been off line this past week and need to sort out my thoughts before jumping back on here. I will not be posting a Hodgepodge this week. The Hodgepodge will be back next Wednesday, May 23rd. Thanks for understanding.

Some news...

Just a brief note to let you know that my beloved 17 year old niece Anna, whom I've written about a couple of times since August, is now at peace, safely in the arms of Jesus. I'm grateful for your many prayers and the kind words sent to me thru my blog these past several months. She ran the race set before her with unwavering faith and tremendous courage. Although sadness threatens to overwhelm us, we place our hope and trust in the Creator of the universe who loved her and knew her before the world began.

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted. He heals those who are crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18

She sells sea shells in the Wednesday Hodgepodge Vol 77

Welcome to the Wednesday Hodgepodge...so glad you're playing along today. Be sure to add your blog link to the bottom of my post and hop around to see what everyone else is saying. Here are my answers~

1. What's a pet peeve you have when vacationing?

Rude people.

Also a pet peeve when not vacationing.

2. Are you a light packer or do you need everything in your closet plus the kitchen sink?

I wish I were a light packer. Sort of. I mean I like what I like and shoes are normally my downfall. Plus I'm a bit of a klutz so unless I'm somewhere like a rented condo where I can do laundry (and really who wants to do laundry when they travel???) I cannot be counted on not to spill something thus making tops and skirts unwearable a second time. I know there is a particular type of traveler out there who relishes the challenge of cramming everything they need for a two week trip into a backpack. I am not one of them.

3. What's the best lesson a child ever taught you?

Every day's a gift.

4. Share one piece of advice you'd give a recent graduate as they attempt to enter the job market?

Your first job will most likely NOT be your dream job. Nevertheless, do your very best with whatever tasks you are assigned, show up early with a smile on your face, be pleasant to everyone, dependable, willing to learn and go the extra mile. Remember, that first job is a stepping stone on the path to one day landing that dream job.

5. What's your favorite lemon something?

I love lemon everything, it's one of my favorite flavors, so this is a hard question. My sunburst lemon bars rank right up there-so good!

6. Flat sandal, wedge, heel...your favorite footwear?

I do love a heel and that's probably my favorite. I also love a wedge and I never wear flats. Well, flip flops but that's about the only flat I own besides my slippers and tennis shoes.

7. What do you like best about a beach holiday? If you're not a beach lover (GASP!!) what do you dislike the least?

I pretty much love everything about a beach holiday but if I have to choose just one thing I'm going to say sunlight dancing on the water.

8. Insert your own random thought here.

"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net forever."

Jacques Cousteau

Questions for the Wednesday Hodgepodge-Vol 77

Wow Tuesdays roll around fast when you're me. Here are this week's Hodgepodge questions and everyone is invited to play along. Answer on your own blog and then hop back here tomorrow to link your post. I had a bit of an issue with the link last week, ahem, so fingers crossed all runs smoothly this week. Brent, who runs the Linky site, is super helpful and nice to deal with so yay Brent!

1. What is a pet peeve you have when vacationing?

2. Would you describe yourself as a light packer or do you need everything in your closet plus the kitchen sink?

3. What's the best lesson a child ever taught you?

4. Share one piece of advice you'd give a recent graduate as they attempt to enter the job market?

5. What's your favorite lemon something?

6. Flat sandal, wedge, heel...your favorite footwear?

7. What do you like best about a beach holiday? If you're not a beach lover (GASP!!) what do you dislike the least?

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Because you can never have too many...

I know it's been all about Daughter2 around here lately but it's been all about Daughter2 around here lately. I've posted lots of pictures on my blog since I first began writing so what's a few more, right?

Daughter2's sorority gives parents of seniors an opportunity to create a video to be shown on senior night and I'm sharing it here today too. Lots of family members read my blog and this is an easy way for them to see the video. I have edited a few of the captions for the sake of privacy, but she has an original.

Congratulations Daughter2...you bring sunshine and happiness into our lives!

This photo slideshow made with Smilebox

Life is a Highway

When my daughter2 was a tiny tot she latched on to the Tom Cochrane song called Life is a Highway. The song was later made popular by Rascall Flatts but their version wasn't around in 1992 so it was Tom on our radio.

I have a very clear memory of my blonde-headed, blue eyed toddler girl strapped into her car seat, sunglasses on and feet a-tapping, singing along (loudly!) with Tom Cochrane and the radio. It made hubs and I laugh but she didn't like that so we did our best to stifle the giggles. She was small but mighty.

Uber confidence in a child can be a little tricky to manage. Kids without opinions about everything under the sun are so much easier, aren't they? God in His infinite wisdom though, knows exactly what each one of us will need in order to face what's coming our way in this world, and He knew my little girl needed a healthy sense of self and an abundance of confidence. Eyes like the sea on a sunny summer day didn't hurt either.

When daughter2 was 12 years old we made our yearly trek to the pediatrician for the usual height-weight-wellness check. The first thing the doctor mentioned was that her vision in one eye might be a little weak so perhaps I should get that checked out. Daughter2 used to hound me for glasses because she liked the way they looked and I suspected that's what this was all about too.

The doctor also noted an ever so slight curve in her back and recommended we follow that up with an orthopedist. Again, I didn't think too much about it but made the two appointments, added in the orthodontist for good measure, and we were off.

She needed braces. Two phases of course.

And glasses were a necessity, not an option.

We saw the orthopedist too on a crisp September day, and he used words like S-curve, back brace, scoliosis. He talked about degree of curve, surgery down the road, and time is of the essence. So far year 12 was not going as planned.

Daughter2 took it all in stride.

We arranged to have a back brace made and it was a medieval looking contraption if ever there was one. None of her clothing fit over the brace so we had to buy things too big and trousers with drawstrings. Do you know how much 13 year old girls despise wearing baggy clothes?

She did it though.

She went to Middle School not looking like everybody else.

She was to wear the brace for 23 hours a day, 7 days a week.

She hated that first brace. I didn't blame her though, I hated it too.

Less than a year after we had the first brace made we moved to England. We were referred to a wonderful specialist who is known around the world as an expert in the field of adolescent idiopathic scoliosis.

This doctor was warm and smart and looked Daughter2 in the eye as he asked her how she felt about things. He had six children of his own and recognized a strong and determined spirit inside the small American girl sitting opposite him that day. He recommended a different brace which could be worn more easily under her clothing and she leapt at that.

She still had to wear it 23 hours a day, still 7 days a week.

And she did.

She wore it to birthday parties and sleep overs, to school and around the house, on field trips and family trips including one memorable day spent in Paris where the temperatures soared into the 90's.

She.was.awesome.

I thank God every day for moving us to England just as we were entering this phase of her life. I had no idea what we were in for in terms of managing her scoliosis but we were in the right place at the right time. She attended a small private school with kids from all around the world and her back brace was no big deal to them. I can still see us crowded into a bathroom stall in the 8th grade hallway with several of her girlfriends as I demonstrated how to get her back into the brace after gym class. They didn't tease..they helped. They asked questions and saw this as just another part of what made Daughter2 the girl they knew and loved.

There were belts to be cinched tight..."pull it as tight as you possibly can and then pull it some more", buckles to be buckled and adjustments to be made. Daughter2 just got on with it. I can count on one hand the number of times she complained. Her doctor told her once that everyone has something they have to deal with in this life and maybe hers was her back. If only all doctors were so wise.

Growing even a little bit meant a new brace had to be constructed and she had five made while we lived in England. Having a back brace made meant a trip to the orthotist. Mr. Jones was an older man who'd been in the business a long time. I will never ever forget him. He was a true gentle man and treated my daughter with such kindness and respect it made me want to weep.

She was a teenage girl...13, 14, 15, 16, 17.

Teenage girls care about how they look. They are generally modest. They don't want to stick out. Daughter2 did what she has always done. She saw it as a challenge and plowed full steam ahead.

Having a brace made meant stripping down to the knickers. It meant placing her chin into what was essentially a traction harness, holding her arms all the way out at her sides and then being completely wrapped in a gauzy plaster. The plaster would harden and the orthotist would use tools to carefully remove it from around her skin. That was used as a mold to make the brace.

Since most of our appointments were during the school day her sister only got to come with us one time. The minute daughter2's chin was placed on the harness Daughter1 burst into tears. Not daughter2. Daughter2 was stoic. She could even laugh about it.

I'm not implying she liked it. In fact she used her IB Art class to express some of the frustration she felt during those years with the brace. This is her artistic rendering-

Yes, those are nails inside.

No the real brace did not have nails inside.

Do you think she was trying to make a statement?

Who says schools don't need art?

She hated wearing that brace but accepted it as something necessary. When we said goodbye to the real brace at age 17 the doctor told her she might even miss it a little. That it had become a part of her and she would notice its absence, maybe even feel a little confused. How can you miss something you never wanted and didn't like? Turns out you can.

We had a lot of mother daughter time trekking back and forth to the orthopedist at least once or twice a month. We rode the train to London then got on the underground subway, and then had to cross a very busy street. Daughter2 will tell you I always grabbed her arm at that busy corner and she would always say, "Mo-om, I can cross the street without holding your hand." And I would say "I know you can but I can't." And we would laugh.

I've loved Daughter2 since I first laid eyes on her but these were the years where my admiration for her increased one hundred fold. I saw her strength and courage and wished for one tenth of her self discipline. Hubs and I say she has always had the the self-discipline of a Marine. From the moment she could walk and talk she's always been so sure of herself, always had a plan for her future, always embraced life. When you're around her you cannot help but do the same.

In just a few days Daughter2 will graduate from university. I asked if I could talk about her back on my blog and she said, 'Oh sure'. That's her...still full of confidence, still lovin' life. She knows her back is just one small but significant piece of who she is. She knows too, that wearing a brace all day, every day, for almost five years not only made her straighter, but stronger too. More compassionate, less judgemental. That everyone has something and for a time, this was her something.

I wanted to write this all down for her because it's part of who she is today. I hope it reads not so much as a story about a back brace, but about the bright gentle spirit that surfaced in spite of the brace. When I think of her teen years I don't wring my hands or sigh with relief that we made it through. I feel privileged to have watched my child turn from girl to young woman. I stand amazed and proud that she never let something hard, harden her. She learned early on that when life doesn't go as planned it's best to carry on and figure out a new plan.

As the song says, Life is a highway...sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand. With diploma in hand life's highway seems to suddenly stretch further than the eye can see.

And just as she's done since she was a golden haired toddler, I know she'll hop on and ride it for all its worth.

Hodgepodge Link Update

Thanks for your patience. The link has been repaired and is now working. Happy Hodgepodging!