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And, this is my normal

8.9.12

Things have been quiet for the last week. Here, that is.

If there’s any quiet at home, it usually means I need to take a look around.

Because when things are quiet, I find myself taking pictures of things like this.

Did she know I’ve been drawn to the color yellow lately myself? 
A few weeks left of summer. I’m currently in my very predictable state of oh-my-goodness-the-summer-is-nearly-over-and-we-didn’t-get-to-do-enough-together mode, which makes me a little crazy. 
So, while things have been quiet here, know that I’ve been swimming, going to museums, crafting, making homemade ice cream chipwiches (confession: cheating a bit with refrigerated cookie dough. Who has time to make cookies from scratch at the end of the summer?!?!), watching silly movies at our local theater, watching the Olympics and cheering nightly all while trying to keep the laundry from overflowing and editing during every free minute in between.
Yup, that’s pretty much life right now.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Lydia

"How could we not…"

8.1.12

It is likely that in a few days, Lou Xiaoying will die. Her kidneys will give up, and she will die. Across the world, as people watch the Olympics on their televisions or go shopping for school supplies, her death will not be mourned, her name will remain foreign.

But, this woman will leave a legacy that brings me to my knees.

Living in poverty, rummaging trash to find anything she could sell or recycle in some way, she has changed the world.

The whole thing started when I found the first baby, a little girl back in 1972 when I was out collecting rubbish. She was just lying amongst the junk on the street, abandoned. She would have died had we not rescued her and taken her in. Watching her grow and become stronger gave us such happiness and I realized I had a real love of caring for children. I realized if we had strength enough to collect garbage how could we not recycle something as important as human lives.

Over the last 40 years, she has found and saved more than 30 children abandoned on the streets of Jinhua in Zhejiang province. Four of these children became her own–the youngest of whom is now only 7, found when she was 82 years old. No orphan name for this child; she named him Zhang Qilin, meaning rare and precious. All the others, she nursed to health and then found homes for them with other families to continue her sweet care.

More than 30 children rescued by God’s hand through the wrinkled and weathered hands of an old woman.

If I saw her on the street myself, if I smelled her, saw her tattered clothes, what would I do?

If she tried to ask me a question, would I avoid looking into her eyes and pick up my speed, assuming she was trying to take advantage of me?

Wealthy white American.

How could I?

Xiaoying, you are rare and precious. You have changed the world. Giving purpose and respect and mercy. Sacrificing what little you had for a greater mission. One by one, you have changed the world.

Read the full news article about Xiaoying here.

Special thanks to Kristen for sharing Xiaoying’s story with me. 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, China

When the cat’s away

7.30.12

For 27 months, I’ve been trying to grow Lydia’s hair out. I’ve trimmed the back several times now, but I’ve never cut the front.

I’ve never cut the front.

While we were in Dallas over the last 5 days for our ETC Train-the-Trainer course and the kids were at Grammy camp, Lydia decided the scissors needed to be tried out on her bangs.
The little bit of bangs that have taken over 2 years to grow. 
Yeah, I know it’s a rite of passage. Yeah, I know I did it too, Mom, at about the same age. Blah blah blah.
But, I’m a little upset today about it, and I’m feeling totally entitled to that. Her cuteness isn’t making it any better.
Can’t really even these out so much or cut her hair to help it look like it was meant to be that way. Too short for clippies that she fights anyhow and looks silly with a headband. 
Maybe it will be all grown out by the time she leaves Elementary School. (sigh)

Ni Hao Yall

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Filed Under: Lydia, Sunday Snapshot

Gettin’ our ETC on

7.27.12

We’re learnin’ that Texans don’t just say ya’ll, they also make all -ing words -in words.

So, here we are after about 12 hours of gettin’ our Empowered to Connect on at the Train the Trainer course.

And, as Karen Purvis would say, woah Nellie.

Deep stuff today as Michael and Amy Monroe face the task of equipping (sorry) equippin’ us and a handful of other couples to teach Empowered to Connect to other parents.

My neurotransmitters are a bit fried from so much firing today, thank you very much. So, this connector is heading to bed to get ready for another full day tomorrow.

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