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12.12.14

It’s the nightmare before Christmas. She came home from school missing something—part of her hair.

My gasp first brought denial.

What do you mean what happened to my hair? Ummm…nothing?

But, it couldn’t be denied. After years growing out those bangs from her last hair-cutting mishap, she has bangs again.

Eventually, her denials led to tears and a confession. She was at the table and there were scissors in an oval basket and she did three cuts. Yes, there was hair all over the floor. No, no one noticed.

Lydia, what were you thinking?!?!

I’m going to be in trouble.

Yup, good call. Too bad she thought that and proceeded with her three cuts.

My gut reaction was no screen time the next day because…well…that seems to always be my gut reaction. But, after sitting back a bit and letting the beautiful sounds of an elementary winter band concert jar my parenting wisdom into action, I decided that natural consequences may be more appropriate.

Good morning – just wanted to ask for some help from you guys. Since Lydia cut her own hair in class yesterday, we are no longer allowing her to use scissors without direct adult supervision until we can trust her again to use them in the right way. Can you please make sure this happens in class as well? I’m fairly certain she won’t do it again, but this is the natural consequence I thought was appropriate (that and having to wear a hair clip everyday while we grow out her bangs…again).

Kelly

she cut her hair again

Yes, I actually pulled out my iPhone and took this picture to send to her father who is in China right now to answer his question, “How are things going?”

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: daily life

It’s a…

12.9.14

There I sat in a pleather seated chair in the perinatal testing center waiting room. It was nearly 9 years when I last did this. I can remember it so clearly and yet the reality of those 9 years is not lost on me. It’s been a long time. Our family is so different than it was then; I’m so different than I was then. The fact that I found myself even sitting there with a pile of coats in my lap waiting for a Chinese last name that no one can pronounce correctly to be called is evidence of that.

When we were called back, I sat behind her and witnessed her marveling at her first sight of her child. She had an ultrasound in China before but was never allowed to see the baby; only the doctor could look at the child and I doubt there was a lot of marveling going on.

They told me no pictures; it’s the hospital rules. And, they even put a friendly sign up there by the main attraction as a reminder. But, seriously, there was a father in China who had stayed up late so not to miss this. So, I may have snuck a picture or two and texted them to him real time.

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Yeah, a lot has changed in 9 years, but I still can’t see much in these pictures. But, it didn’t matter; we admired this precious child as if those moving black and white fuzzy images were clear as day.

And, then we went down to the hospital lobby and got her husband on FaceTime. I held my iPhone up so he could watch as she opened up an envelope with a paper that said this.

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At the same time, on opposite sides of the world, they laughed and smiled and teared up…together.

It’s a girl, friends. They are having a baby girl!

I know they can’t take a whole with them back to China…but I so wanna go buy some pink things!

 

 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: daily life, Helen

Caleb’s letters

12.9.14

All in Mandarin, translated to me afterwards by Helen in between giggles…

ashlyn with caleb

Caleb: I want to write a letter to Evan, Ashlyn, Drew, and Lydia and mail them to their schools for them to get when they are at school.

Helen: What would you say to them?

Caleb: I would write to Drew and say, “Dear Drew, I love you. I love to play with you. When you are in school, I stay home and wait for you. Love, Caleb.”

Helen: Oh, that’s nice. What would you say to Evan?

Caleb: I would say, “Dear Evan, I love you. I love to play with you. But, I love to play with Ashlyn more.”

 

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Filed Under: Helen

Three gifts of Seeking-to-be Wise Parents

12.1.14

Americans spend about $450 billion on Christmas each year. Astounding really. Even more astounding when you have someone living with you witnessing this time of consumerism for the very first time. Way back when, about 13 years ago, when we were expecting our first, we didn’t know this number. But, we knew we didn’t want to get wrapped up in wrapped up things and that we wanted to “do gifts” a bit differently.

We decided we wanted gifts to really mean something. We decided we’d use gift giving as a teachable moment for our children. And, so, we give them 3 gifts. That’s it. 3 gifts. From us. Not from Santa. From Mom and Dad. These three gifts symbolize those of the wise men. And, each year, before we open gifts, we read the Christmas story and remind each other about the wise men and the gifts they brought to baby Jesus, the incarnate God, sharing the significance of each one individually before they open their three gifts.

only 3 gifts for ChristmasThe wise men brought Jesus myrrh. 
Myrrh was a valuable gift of practical use—it was used medicinally for all sorts of ailments from coughs to open wounds. It was a good gift to bring a mother of a new baby. And, in addition to daily use, it was used for embalming and anointing the dead. And, so, it was a prophetic gift, already setting up the Gospel story from the beginning. God’s son would have to die.

Our children’s first gift is a practical gift, something they need and can use daily—a piece of clothing, some sheets for their bed, a bike helmet, something like that.

The wise men brought Jesus frankincense.
Frankincense is the purest form of incense and was primarily used in worship. When burned, the white smoke and sweet smell it produces is a symbol of our prayers going up to heaven and creates a meaningful experience for everyone present. It’s a symbolic gift too, pointing to Jesus fully being God, Emmanuel, God with us, the only one worthy of our worship.

Our children’s second gift, likewise, is an experiential gift, something not tangible but something meaningful to us as a family—tickets to a theater show, a coupon for a night out with Daddy for ice cream sundaes, a night out at the ball park, something like that. This gift may or may not cost a whole lot, but the value of it is precious. Typically, I make up some sort of graphic on the computer that is like a gift certificate for whatever their specific experience gift is and give it to them in an envelope along with a business card, ticket, or brochure for the event. These are the gifts our children remember year to year and often cost us the least.

The wise men brought Jesus gold.
Gold was as valuable then as it is now. It was a precious gift, one that some say financed the holy family’s trip to Egypt. But, it was also a very symbolic gift in that gold was given to princes when they were born. And, that is what Jesus is—royalty, a King in the line of David, King of the world, King of the whole universe, and King of our hearts. When we become a follower of Jesus, we are adopted into God’s family and we too become princes and princesses, heirs to the throne. We don’t deserve it; no matter how good we are, we won’t ever be good enough to deserve it. But, because of Jesus, God sees us like He sees His own Son. And, we become like Him.

Our children’s third and last gift is a gold gift, something they really really want (or we think they’d really want since they don’t make a traditional Christmas list). Sometimes these gifts are a little more costly—like a lego set or a sweet new scooter. And, sometimes, they really aren’t costly at all, but just something we know they really want, something that is like gold to them (last year, the boys’ gold gifts came from Craigslist and cost a grand total of $25 put together—secondhand pet box turtles). It’s the gift that we just want to give to them because we love them and want to bless them. And, we tell them so before we give them.

Of course, they have grandparents and aunts and uncles, all of whom dote on our children. And, now that they are older, we let them choose small gifts for each other that they pay for with their own money (which is a teachable moment in an of itself). So, yes, they do actually get more than 3 gifts. Deprived they are not. Believe me.

We are doing what we can through our gift giving to set them up to better understand that Christmas is not simply about festive music on the radio, Rudolph, sparkly trees, cookies and milk, and boxes wrapped up with fancy bows. They sure do make Christmas fun; we don’t deny that. But, they aren’t what defines Christmas.

It’s about Jesus.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Celebrations, words about faith

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