Friday, December 16, 2011

The List.. broken leg style.


Ouchy.


Mom feels like she is not doing anything other than standing around and watching..so what does a photog do when she is nervous.. take pictures of course.


Post-op...very sad, drained, tired, cold, smelly Daddy and Mommy and a very loopy boy.


Blue cast on and ready to party!!


One of the many perks to being in a wheel-chair??
You get to be the leader of the congo line at the school dance!!


Now that all four of my readers have left, I need to post something to boost my blog views and since I don't know a Kardashian you will have to settle for a post about my son's broken leg.. (super intriguing)

A list ode' to my youngest boy breaking his leg while playing football and forever becoming the poster child of "thats why I don't let my son play football" (because this is what every Mother who does not have a son who plays football says to me when we tell her that Silas broke his leg playing football)(sigh)

(some people might view this post as exploiting my child) (that's fine, I won't deny it)

10. Cute factor.

I'm not just saying this because he is my baby.. but man that kid of mine is seriously cute.

Cute kid + Wheel-Chair sympathy = Serious cuteness OVERLOAD

9. Hot EMT's and Firefighters fawning over your child.

Hands down, just about the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

(next to my husband jogging of course) (oh and when he does the dishes..thats pretty hot too)

Right now you just maybe asking yourself.. "Wow, I can't believe Amber was checking out the aid workers while her son was in distress."

Hey..we all handle grief in our own way.

8. I'm concerned about him wearing only one shoe for so long, when it's time for him to wear both of them they won't match.
(SUPER deep stuff here on the blog today)

7. Smell that? No you can't through the computer, and you should be very thankful right now.

6. Children are so resilient.

It is truly amazing how quickly they can reassess, adjust and move forward. I need to take note.

5. Child in a wheel-chair in a house that was built in 1914 and has a very narrow steep staircase that leads up to above mentioned child's bedroom... hard..but not impossible and for that I'm thankful.

4. Speaking of thankful...

Strehle's once again have seemed to surround themselves with some of the BEST people around.

We have good peeps in our life. It's an awesome thing to have.

3. A broken leg in the big picture is NOTHING..really it isn't. But sometimes we need a little nudge.. a reminder of how quickly our lives can change.. of whats truly important. (mi familia) and to be thankful for everysingleday... because truthfully getting up and walking around can be seen as a bit of a miracle to some.

2. WHEEL-CHAIR parking permit... at CHRISTMASTIME. Seriously next year I'm going to break my daughters leg in November just to get another one.
(I jest, I jest)

1. All joking aside..

To all the dear parents in the world with kiddos and loved ones with a disability. I have a serious new found respect for you and your amazing self. Never before have I had to worry about wheel-chair accesses, ramps, door width, and how do you shop at Costco with a child in a wheel chair??
And by me writing that, please don't think I'm trying to compare our situations.. I'm not, you are a super-hero and we have experienced a mere hiccup.

You carry burdens that I have been un-empathetic towards.

Our family opening our eyes to these burdens some carry has been a beautiful side effect of the chaos..

When my Maker brings about a blessing from pain??

It just might be my favorite.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Memories of Christmas past...

Some red tinsel love via my iphone.


There are certain parts of my childhood that I LOVE to remember...those glorious virgin moments..still untainted by life's cruel reality.

Sometimes I think my strong (good) memories are a coping mechanism. There are a few parts of my childhood that are not so warm and fuzzy and as I age and choose to let some of those things go.. the memories become a bit fuzzy and tend to move to the background.

I don't think this is such a bad thing.

A few days ago I pulled bright red tinsel garland out of a Christmas box, held it up to my nose and breathed deep... I took in the scent of many Christmas' past, marveled at time's ruthless march and thought about how since the time I was a very little (sweet) girl I have loved that red tinsel garland.

Do you have an item like that in your life dear reader? Some small piece of history, that takes you right back?

I don't remember pulling it out the year after my Mom passed, but I remember the few years before..bringing out the decorations, the merry making of the tree, tacky glass balls accompanied the tacky red tinsel garland.. perfect makings for a 70's tree.

A few years after my own children were born I was bitter about Christmas. I struggled with the pain that sometimes accompanies so much of the Christmas season. Looking back I think I was mourning a bit, realizing that I did not have my biological mother to share the joy of having my own children to celebrate the birth of my Savior with.

Like maybe it was Christmas' fault..like if we did not put up the tree, I would not have to walk through the pain.

Silly me.

One year as I was reluctantly pulling out our decorations I popped open the red tinsel garland box.. a flood of memories came over me.

They were good memories, mixed with the smells of a stale Christmas waiting for a second chance.

That year when I sang Christmas carols at church they had a deeper meaning, they rang truer than ever before, tears pricked my eyes as I looked down the row at the family that my Maker had blessed me with. No more would I lament what I did not have..no, it was time to be thankful for what I did have.

It was time to start making new memories, let my ghosts of Christmas' past go. To choose to hold onto the good and let the bad become that hazy memory.

Now when you visit my house at Christmastime (please come for coffee & cookies!) you will not find the lastest trend in Anthropolgie tree decorating (sorry) but what you will find is a tree FILLED to the brim with love, meaning, nostalgia and the hope that Christmas brings.

While there is still that tinge of sadness laced through the season, the overwhelming feeling of love, hope, celebration (Christ is Born!) and general good-will towards man now fills the void.

I do love me some Christmastime.

Who would have thought red tinsel garland could mean so much??

(it takes super special skills to turn an inanimate object into a bigger issue..just ask the husband)

Have a blessed week dear reader!