Implants

Bet that title got your attention, huh? :)

I did have implants yesterday. 2 of them.

Okay, okay. They were DENTAL implants. :)

Dr. Hargan was great and did an excellent job. His whole staff is great too. The only regret I have about the whole thing is staying awake for the procedure. Hindsight's 20/20 you know, and I now know I would request IV sedation if I could turn back time.

I'm still hurting today. I'm hungry for something besides oatmeal and soups. Tired of salt water rinses and the effects of lortabs. I'm trying to only take a half of the pain pills, but ibuprofen is just not knocking off the pain.

Jim got home this evening and told me I looked like I had a wad of tobacco in my cheek. Thanks honey I say. Just what I wanted to hear......

Marcy

A lesson in service

I have to confess. Sometimes I buy shoes without thinking. I see they're on sale...cute color...and they fit. Well, they fit in the store. :)

Case in point. I wore some new sandals yesterday. They are too cute. I may even be too old for them. I'll post a picture soon so someone can tell me. :) Anyway, by the end of the day, my feet were sore. Man, my arches were aching! So, I told my kids my feet hurt. Before I knew it, they were vying for position to rub my feet. Is that not the sweetest site?!

At some point, my youngest vanished, only to return with a huge Tupperware bowl filled with water and a washcloth. Yep, you guessed it. She wanted to wash my feet. And wash my feet she did.

I can't tell you how it felt for my 6 yr.old to give me a footwashing. Her act of service....without being asked...is amazing. I was humbed and had a jillion things running through my mind. Like...."Who is this child? Is she mine?" :)

Yes, she's mine. God loaned me 3 beautiful children. They love me and I love them to the stars and back...and back again. :)

Marcy

Always my boy

12. Jay is 12.

Seems like 6:20 .m. (CST), on that warm, spring day in Houston, TX was just like....2 or 3 years ago.

Jay may be in intensive counseling one day because he's the one....that firsborn...that weathered all my mistakes as a momma. I so remember being afraid of the umbilical cord stump on his belly. I had such irrational thoughts that I would walk into his room, and find that he had bled to death from the stump coming off too soon. Yep. That's how bad it was. :)

I was so afraid of not doing things right. Of not getting the mommy thing right. Guess I wasn't too afraid because Jim and I decided to get pregnant again when Jay was only 10 months old. (It's called 25, and lots of energy) :)

The big event played out at Clear Lake Regional in Webster, TX. This is a small suburb of Houston and not too far from where we lived. I was overdue and ready to experience the joy of motherhood.

Jay was, and still is, a wonderful son. He's special. He was the first. First DuPlessis grandson. First boy. Wait, our only boy. Man, he's a great big brother too.

Someday, I'd like to journal the milestones we've had with our sweet boy. God knows he had it rough those first few years. (No, not because I was his momma. :)) Jay had lots of medical mysteries that were later traced back to his birth. Jay has really, really mild cerebral palsy. It's sooooo mild, that it took a few years to get the actual diagnosis. Today, it only shows up in some fine motor and oral motor areas. Here's the deal though. Jay lets NOTHING stop him. He has a determination that blows my mind sometimes. Jay's middle name could be "perseverance."

I don't know what Jay will do with his life, but let me tell you this; God will be all over it. I wouldn't be surpised in the least if Jay went into a ministry of some sort. A preacher? Oh, how effective that child could/would be. An overcomer he is....and Jim and I thank no one other than the Lord above for that 8 pound blessing. By the way, that little bundle of joy is now as big as me. YIKES!

Happy Birthday, Jay-Man!!!

The Telling Tissue

This is a rumpled, used, pink Kleenex. I found it by my daughter's bed yesterday morning. Kate hasn't had a cold...or allergies. I firmly believe my oldest daughter has had a good cry, probably at my expense.

She's 10. Thinks she's 13, but not in the way you may think. Kate's not a snotty (no pun intended) kid, nor is she disrespectful. She yearns to be older so she can do all the things her independent spirited soul craves....in the 10 yr.-old body and mind. :)

The reason I feel so certain Kate has cried at my expense is because we've had some bumps in our relationship lately. To avoid getting in trouble, she's biten her lip, and trotted off to her room for some major pouting. That's just parenting, and I'll make mistakes, but God willing, Kate will survive. Hopefully, I will too.

I have a feeling that over the years I'll find another crumpled Kleenex. What will be the cause then? My trivial insights this morning will probably not hold a candle to what the child will be dealing with then. Will someone break her heart? Hurt her feelings? Oh no, will it be me again?

Finding this tissue reminded me that my little girl is growing up. Church, family devotions, and even private school, can't assure she won't experience hurts. I just pray I'm the mother during those times that models the grace and love of Jesus Christ. He's been mighty patient with me. The least I can do is show it to my own child.

Marcy

Great Wolf....then Great Flu

Here's the whole family, plus one extra on the far right (Kent W.) We had a great time vacationing with the Hayes and the Smith families. Too fun.

We had a great time at the Great Wolf lodge. We weren't back 24 hours until I came down with that nasty stomach flu that so many around me have had lately. Today has been the first day that what goes down stays down, if you get my jest. :)

I'm on the mend now and hope to enjoy sunshine and good weather the rest of the break. (That's all tongue in cheek b/c it's been raining for days it seems.) Kentucky weather is so unpredictable right now.

Marct