7 Quick Takes Friday

1. I FINALLY sorted through like a TON... maybe not a ton, but an unbelieveable amount (like a closetfull) of paperwork yesterday looking for that piece of paper for my taxes and although I'm really glad the papers are finally finally finally all sorted... I didn't find what I was looking for "Grrr..." Don't you hate that?  I shouldn't say that I didn't find what I was looking for, as I had many "oooh!  I've been looking for that!" moments, but not the one I was really waiting for... time to search in more crevices. *sigh*

2.  Had a great visit from my dear friend Priscilla last night.  Ava was loving her and hamming it up as she fought off going to sleep till Daddy came home.

 (this is pretty indicative of how tired she was... fought sleep for 6 1/2 hours!)

 (Check out the hair BEFORE her bath)

(and AFTER!)

 She is SO...

 Stinkin'

 Cute! (even when she's staring down the camera lady)

 BUT also Soooo

 VERY

EXHAUSTED!

(I think she was actually singing instead of yawning here.  Both things she does when getting ready to pass out)

Thanks for the visit Priscilla!  We loved having you ;)

3. We also visited my friend Stephanie and her super cuties Jack & Nessa earlier in the week.  Thought I'd show a few pics from the day

We had a great visit!

4. We also visited the school where I used to work and after trying to strategically plan the visit for a good time after her morning "naps" she made it through about 3 or 4 classrooms before having enough of the the excited swarms of kids and teachers who were eager to hold her.  Poor thing.  Still... *I* loved seeing everyone and have truly missed the little ones.  It was so nice to visit with everyone.  Sorry... no pics!

5. Ava had a pretty busy week!  I've felt really compelled lately to go pray at the last abortion clinic in our diocese.  I've gone in the past...

 (funny how these came out like this!)

...and since I can't get there on Saturday mornings with the baby, I decided to go yesterday afternoon when a lot of abortions are done as well.  I know some people don't understand why we would bring children to an abortion clinic to pray.  I think many have not gone to pray themselves and understand the prayerful environment that often surrounds those who are there to stand witness, but personally for me, I've known about abortion from a very young age and was I disturbed by it?  I suppose, but not in the way some would suspect.  I was disturbed by it enough to DO something and be a witness to life.  It IS disturbing.  And it does affect me.  And it will affect my children.  I'm not going to go into all the gorey details with a small child and will probably just help her to understand that we are there to pray and show support and let these women know that we care about them and their babies and we are there to help if they want it and will pray for them.  Ava won't remember going at 5 months old, but maybe one young woman who sees her will think about what she is about to lose and change her mind.  We go to pray. 

As we were praying, Ava was quiet most of the time kicking her legs under her blanket and making cooing noises.  I was very affected interiorly when I saw a young woman bringing what must have been her friend or sister up to the door of the abortion clinic, while holding a young baby around the same age as Ava.  It seemed a stark contrast and showed the depth of the deception.

Men who were "supporting" their girlfriends or daughters in their decision, would bring these young ladies to the door, drop them off and come outside to have a cigarette or drive away to come and "pick them up" when it was all done.  How "supportive".  It just seemed so cowardly.  That's not the kind of support these young women need. 

I just prayed and though I don't know what affect my prayers had, I always trust that every prayer brings grace and healing.

I met this friar when Ava was littler and he was SO interested and attentive to her.  After chatting with him a bit I really liked him and said to Shaun, "I like him. He's real."  because he didn't seem overly pious, but sincere and well... just real.  Then I found this video and now I know why.  He was so happy for both of us and seemed really moved by how much Shaun and I loved each other and Ava.  Everyone is affected...

(there's a longer video of his story on YouTube as well, but this was succinct and to the point.)

6.  On a lighter note, I decided the other day to pick up a pineapple when shopping.  I don't usually put a pineapple into the basket.  Usually it's something ordinary like,

MILK

or EGGS

or BREAD

but... THAT day, ...I wanted a bit more excitement in my life and that spikey exotic looking fruit heavy with secret juicy deliciousness was calling to me "Take me HOME with you!  Don't you know pineapples are an Italian gesture of "welcome"?  Don't I LOOK welcoming?  Do it.  Take me home"

So I did.

And I let it sit on my counter along with the other fruit that usually crowds our kitchen fruit bowl.

ORANGES

and APPLES

and BANANAS (but eat them fast because the only freckles Shaun likes are on my skin, not theirs.)

...but now there among the ordinary smooth skinned fruit was THIS fellow!

don't you hear that little song playing?

What song you ask?

The "One of these things is not like the other ones" song!

Yup.  That's the song (I LOVED Sesame street by the way... just sayin')

For days it sat on my counter sticking out like... well like a pineapple among bread and apples.  Then I finally did it!  I twisted off that green spikey fountain, cut the fruit in 1/2 and in 1/2 again, trimmed off that bristley coat and sliced the yellow golden juiciness into bite sized pieces... eating a few as I went.  It was completely gone the next day.  The WHOLE thing.  I'd like to say everyone in the family enjoyed equal portions, but that would be a LIE.  I ate almost all of it.  I ...am a pineapple hog.  There I said it.  A pineapple HOG!

It must have started when I brought home the KIWI....

7.  Guess what my Little Leprechaun gets to wear tomorrow for St. Patty's Day? 

...How did I, who is Lithuanian & Croatian, end up with a Portuguese, Irish baby?

The Gift of Life

Our lives are so interconnected.  I've always thought that, but tonight was really reflecting on it.  We never know what God has planned or how he will use us to touch the lives of others or how he will bring others into our lives to teach us something.

Tonight I went out for the first time since Ava was born for almost an hour and a half.  I really missed her.  I honestly have not felt overwhelmed by her (I'm sure this is partly because she's so good), but also because I've waited for her for so long and I really enjoy being her mother and being Shaun's wife.  I love being home and I love taking care of them.  ...but I went to the gym with COLLEEN as she loves to work out and I need to get in shape... bad.  Around 30 min into my workout I was ready to go home.  Partly because I was out of shape, but really because I missed my baby SO badly!  I pushed through it, though, finished my workout and headed home.

(can't you just tell how much she ADORES her?)

My mom was watching Ava.  They played and played and played (most of Ava's toys are gifts from my Mom) and Nana sang to her (I find myself singing the same tune my mom sang to me as a baby to my little Ava) and prayed (I love hearing my Mom pray with Ava as she whispers each prayer into her ear).  I am very very very lucky to have my mother nearby.  She stops by pretty regularly and I sort of think that she just may be the Easter Bunny in disguise because she loves to leave presents at my door.  Often meals.  REALLY good meals.  My mom is a great cook!  Did I mention how lucky I am to have her nearby?

Well, Nana's been dying for some one on one time with the beautiful babe and so she was only too happy to stop by and watch her.  Ava was all smiles when she saw Nana and I left them playing as I headed out.  When I arrived home I saw her little tear filled eyes and red cheeks and my heart broke a bit.  Then she smiled when she saw me through her little sad face and I was done for.  Evidently she was very very very good while I was gone (no surprise) and probably about the time I was thinking of heading home, she was missing Mom as well and began to tell Nana all about it. 

I nursed her and kissed her and held her and was so grateful for her all over again... and it had only been a little over an hour!  Though tired, she fought her sleep.  She fell asleep a few times and every time I tried to put her to sleep for the night she woke up and cried for me.  I eventually took her downstairs to sit with me as I prayed the rosary with the EWTN sisters (I get easily distracted on my own).  That put her out.  As I sat with her, the rosary ended and I put her up to bed leaving the t.v. on.  This time she really slept. 

I came back downstairs and meant to switch it off as Shaun & I gave up T.V. for Lent, but caught the next program instead.  I felt like I was supposed to watch it.  It ended up being on this lady

(click link).

 
I was incredibly moved by her story.  I couldn't help but think about how powerful it was.  I also felt it quite ironic that we were the very same age and how often over the years I had thought of how close I too could have been to never being here at all.  My mother was the perfect example of a young mother in a difficult situation who could have chosen to abort me.  She was a single mom in her 20's coming out of a dangerous relationship with another baby less than a year old and who had found herself pregnant again ...with me.  I think I remember hearing at some point growing up that a doctor even encouraged her to abort me.  She was between homes and jobs trying to make her way back home where she may not have known how she would be recieved by her 9 brothers and sisters and traditional Catholic family as the only one to find herself in this "predicament".  Perhaps she felt fear.  Perhaps shame.  I'm not sure what she felt.  But I do know one thing.  No matter what she felt or what temptations she suffered, she chose to give me life.  And I'm so grateful she did. 

While I've had these past months with Ava, and even throughout my pregnancy, I've thought a LOT about my mom.  We have had our ups and downs in our relationship over the years, yet, I can say that I have found tremendous forgiveness, appreciation and love for her as this year has continued on.  Ava has unfolded this gift in me. 

There's a quote from Oscar Wilde that says "Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes, they forgive them." 

We often expect our parents to be "perfect".  I think that daughters are especially harsh on their mothers.  Yet in all this we do not often think as we grow of what they have gone through or the sacrifices they may have had to make for us.  Sometimes this occurs when we become parents ourselves.  Then we realize we better forgive, and hope that our children are not as harsh with us as we may have been with our own... at least this is my thought.

As I lay in the hospital awaiting Ava's uncertain birth, I had many hours to think and pray.  I thought a LOT of my mom as I awaited labor and how I would have been terrified if I had been her.  She was trying to get home and found herself in Kentucky (far from home and family) living with a group of religious sisters who had taken her and my brother under her care during her travels.  She didn't even have a home to come back to when she was discharged from the hospital.  No nursery to place me in.  No one but the sisters to watch my brother as she labored to bring me into the world.  Two days of difficult labor passed before she gave birth to a 13lb 8.5oz raven haired "doll" of a baby.  (and I thought 9lbs 4oz was big!)  I kept thinking of her situation over and over again and couldn't believe that I hadn't really pondered on it over the years, but now it was so prominent in my mind.  I was so grateful to her!  I asked her if she had been terrified to give birth alone (I would have been).  She said, "I wasn't alone.  I was never alone.  I was filled with such tremendous peace during that whole time.  I wasn't afraid"  God is so Good isn't he?  Ironically, I also had become friends over the years with a group of sisters, here who have a home that welcomes mothers with no place to go.  I wonder if they realize the gift they are bestowing.  Years later I worked at a home for unwed mothers as a "house mother".  The irony.

While watching the video(watch here) I could not stop crying (and still can't).  The part where she talks about her daughter, Olivia...

(Link here to "For Olivia's Sake")

...and says "I just can't imagine the world without her!  And that's what I want people to understand" really gets me right at the heart.  I have often prayed outside abortion clinics and with heartbreak watched each mother drive up to those doors to walk through them, knowing when they leave, the world will never be the same because of all the lives that will be changed because of that one fateful decision.  If only they had HOPE!  I've desperately wanted to hold a sign that said "PLEASE don't do it!  I'LL take your baby!" 

I look now at my own little Ava Marie, (named in honor of Our Lady, another young mother with difficult circumstances and an uncertain future surrounding the birth of her own child) and think about how SHE wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mother's brave choice.  My mom did not know what would come in the future and honestly, our lives were not easy, but that does not mean that God has not blessed us because of her choice.  He has a way of compensating for everything and his plan is so much more perfect that we could ever imagine.  There's a saying that "God writes straight ...with crooked lines".  Thank God my mother had hope.  Thank God Our Lady trusted that he had everything in her own life in His loving plan and he would reward her choice to "say Yes" and hope... for all eternity.

I think of how every young person I've taught or ministered to or witnessed to in any way... would never have experienced that if it had not been for God giving my mother the gift of courage and hope.  The homes that were built in Nicaragua because I was inspired to help raise money for the poor years ago... because my mother had hope.  Everything that will happen in Ava's life would never happen, were it not for my mother... I do not know what her new life holds, but I do know that every person that lives after her and every other child I give birth to and every child they give birth to, on and on through the ages is a testament to my mother's courage and a testament to the gift of life.

I find it interesting that because I wanted to linger with my daughter a little longer tonight and she also seemed to need to spend a bit more time with me, that I caught this program which brought with it powerful memories and tremendous gratitude.  We are all... interconnected.  And that's a good thing.

(Three Generations)