Dear Little One, 8th moment for you

These posts are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption. As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child(ren) as “Little One”. This blog will act as a journal to share with our child(ren). Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word. Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

I admire Dr. Seuss.  Imaginations soar for all who listen or read his zany words and splendiferous story-lines.  March 2nd is celebrated as his birthday.  Okay.  So we are not in March right now, but I came upon this picture while working on a project.  This is a 2011 shot on…guess what day…March 2nd!

But here is the big question, Little One.  What year was Dr. Seuss born?  I will give you a hint.  It was earlier than the year you were born.

Here’s the answer:  1904.  How old would Dr. Seuss be, then, if he was still alive?  Aw, that’s right.  Look at your wonderful math skills.

That birthday is an important one for storytelling as many schools and libraries celebrate Literacy Day, Literacy Night, Literacy Month(s) and makes it a busy time from February to May.  How would you like your birthday celebrated for a few months at a time?  Would you ask for a different cake each day?

When I was a kid, I asked for banana cake most of the time.  My Mom made the best.  It’s not a kind of cake one normally finds in the grocery store.  You may like banana bread.  That has a cake-like feel to it.  Some people even add frosting to banana bread.  Mom’s banana cake tasted 100 times better than banana bread with white frosting.

A few times Mom and Dad bought me an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.  We entered that place and headed to the tall glass doors.  I had to be careful not to press my nose against the glass.  The chill billowed out when I pulled the long handle on one of the glass doors.  Mom would let me carry the ice cream cake to the register.  My elbows pressed against my sides to have the muscle to lift it on the counter.  Aw, yes!

Wait, how did we get on this topic of ice cream cakes?  Oh, all because of remembering Dr. Seuss.  Delicious memories!

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel

Dear Little One, 7th moment for you

These posts are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption. As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child as “Little One”. This blog will act as a journal to share with our child. Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word. Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

I gave myself permission to post without a picture.  The previous posts all had a picture and there was pressure to continue that tradition.  I realized it would be more important to share a moment–with or without a picture.

Now, when you come along, then there will be no issues to pictures.  The camera could say “click, click, click” all day and it would not be enough.  Though there are priorities.  Taking time to take pictures means less time to hold and play and giggle.  There must be a balance.

I would love to have more pictures of Casey, but he is not that fond of having the spotlight.  And though I may enjoy the spotlight from time to time, that does not mean I want complete attention.  Everyone needs a break.

We have yet to get a video camera, but that will be “required” when you come along.

My Dad has some video of when I was younger and Casey’s parents have some humorous shots of Casey when he was younger.  You might moan and groan at our dorkiness, but if you get some laughs out of the experience, then those silly moments of ours will be more precious.

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel

Dear Little One, 6th moment for you

These weekly posts, starting December 13, 2010, are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption. As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child as “Little One”. This blog will act as a journal to share with our child. Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word. Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

When Elizabeth from the Cub Scouts Roundtable Training made bird-shaped rolls, I could not help but coo over them.

Elizabeth is of the talent of making something remarkable within the last minute.

She wished to show how you can have the Cub Scouts create animals–like birds and nests–out of Rhodes rolls and then have them as a centerpiece for the grand Blue and Gold Banquet in February.  Edible decorations.

The possibilities for use of the rolls were beyond birds, but, alas, birds were on the brain…and back to yonder years.

My nickname as a kid was “Birdie”.   There was “Silly Goose”, too…but a goose is still a bird.

Whenever I came upon stairs–going up or down–my elbows bent, my palms spread, and then the flapping commenced.  The extra boost from the flight allowed me to conquer any stairs before me.

The bread bird you see in the picture, Little One, is much like the big yellow stuffed bird that my Mom and Dad gave to me.  It had a pouch in the back that could hold my pajamas.  And what did I call this bird?  Well…”Birdie”…of course!

So what will your nickname be, Little One?

Will it be a name to moan over?  Will it be a name that you giggle with glee?  Perhaps both?

Ah, you have much life to live.  We shall find out together.

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel

Dear Little One, 5th moment for you

These weekly posts, starting December 13, 2010, are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption. As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child as “Little One”. This blog will act as a journal to share with our child. Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word. Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

There is quite  a thrill to honor the old year and welcome the new year with stories.  A library nearby gave me that opportunity to tell for First Night.

Though you cannot tell from the picture, I wore my sparkle black blouse.  It is not 25% sparkle.  It is not 50% or even 75% sparkle.  It is 100% sparkle.

I rarely pull out this blouse.  Finding the right occasion is critical.  For example, this blouse was worn when I turned 30.  That’s a landmark age.

But other important times?

Why, it would be when you come into our life.

Okay, so I do not see our first meeting being the time to wear the blouse.  But if that blouse still fits, I would certainly wear it for one of your shining moments.

It may be for the day after getting your first tooth.

Or maybe for your one-year birthday.

Or possibly for that day you tell your first story.

Yet, all those special moments can live on regardless if my black blouse is worn.  Wearing tattered jeans and a t-shirt could be as remarkable…as long as I wore a smile to let you know that you are the greatest sparkle of all.

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel

Dear Little One, 4th moment for you

These weekly posts, starting December 13, 2011, are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption.  As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child as “Little One”.  This blog will act as a journal to share with our child.  Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word.  Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

I cherished the time to hold my almost one-year-old nephew.  So tiny.  So small.  So beautiful.

He seemed to be as enchanted with me, as he stared back into my eyes.

Little would anyone know that he had wiggled about and danced with his feet only a few moments earlier.  Then, in my arms, he was still for such a long time that everyone there marveled.

My brother, Nate, and his wife, Yvonne, visited us for a Post-Christmas celebration.  Casey, Care and I were amongst the happy group.  We gathered around the kitchen table to play games.

The laughter and teasing could not draw me away as I held my nephew.  I wished for time to freeze…or at least have the game linger while everyone took their time with their turns.

I always wonder what a little child is thinking.  How much does he remember from where he came from?

And I mean beyond the womb, but of a place even more sacred.

Have you ever wondered why babies do not talk right away?  I think it is because they still have the memories and images of heaven.

Our thoughts of heaven fade on this earth.

Little One, you will bring heaven on earth for us.

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel

Dear Little One, 3rd moment for you

These weekly posts, starting December 13, 2011, are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption.  As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child as “Little One”.  This blog will act as a journal to share with our child.  Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word.  Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

See how Casey enjoys the book.  I cannot help but smile knowing that this book was the same one he gave me for Christmas.  By the end of the day, he had 553-page “The Lost Hero” by Rick Riordan read.  He teased, “I made sure the book was still a good one.”

My Mom would testify that I, as a child, peeked…and read…other people’s books.  Okay, so more than my Mom witnessed this act.  Dad.  Nate.  Care.  That covers everybody!

No one has a picture to prove it, but I will be honest right here and now and make sure you know what kind of people you will have as parents.

So of course I did not mind Casey reading my book.  In a way, it was another gift that he gave me.

I read somewhere that fathers have the most influence for having their kids love to read.  That means for fathers to be “caught” at reading on their own and not just sharing bedtime stories.

Be ready to catch Casey and I often reading.

Casey is faster than me at reading.  You may think he could miss the happenings by cruising through books.  Not so!  He has an amazing memory and absorbs each story.

While Casey read on Christmas Day, I had plenty of dancing to do with the “Enchanted” CD while making lasagna.  My sister videotaped it though she learned that holding the camera a certain way makes the picture sideways…so pretend that I am dancing on the walls.  Perhaps your feet on your birth mother’s womb could be considered as dancing on walls, too.

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel

Dear Little One, 2nd moment for you

These weekly posts, starting December 13, 2011, are personal reflections for someone who will eventually come into our life through adoption.  As we have yet to know of the name of who will come into our home, we will refer to our future child as “Little One”.  This blog will act as a journal to share with our child.  Feel free to read, share comments for “Little One”, and spread the word.  Perhaps you will be the one who brings “Little One” to us.

Dear Little One,

I sang for you during the Echoes of Christmas live nativity as part of the Angel Choir.  Could you hear it in heaven…or perhaps in your birth mother’s womb?

I am soprano and some of the notes seemed to reach at least as high as the sky!

Clive Romney, one of the organizers of Echoes of Christmas and of who created all the music, said my eyes animate the story behind the song.  Then he teased, “You are type cast as an angel”.

Everyone who takes part in this 8-night event are volunteers:  shepherds, high priest, wise men, inn keeper and wife, Mary, Joseph, and angels.  Then there are the tech people who make it possible for the wondrous story of the Christ Child to be heard.

You could say that even the animals–such as the sheep, donkey, and camel–are volunteers.  Except they do get hay.  Seems like a kind of payment.

I told Casey that I want Echoes of Christmas to be part of the holiday traditions.  I would love for Casey to take part in the angel choir, too.  He did sing with his High School Choir and he always sings for Sacrament.  But anything else…well…it takes more convincing.  He at least supports my love of singing.

But don’t worry, Little One.  He will sing for you.

He prefers to sing when he thinks no one is listening.  I hear him do this at the computer.  Though sometimes he serenades “on purpose” with songs usually on the silly side.  They come from his heart, so cherish each one.

I certainly do!

Sincerest love from now to “eternally ever after”,

Rachel