What Will They Remember?

I wonder what my kids will remember.

I think I will remember the sideways, white rain I saw through the window behind Jay.  It was the sound of stuff banging around on the porch and the sideways rain that told me it was time to take cover.

I will remember the strange calm that came over my two sweet kids as we sat it out at the bottom of our basement steps in the dark.  “This is an adventure. We will be fine.  Tornadoes are over very quickly.”

I will remember that all of the neighbors resurfaced from their basements at the same time.  “Are you ok?  Yes.  Are you guys ok?”

    

I will remember texting nearby friends…thanksgiving after thanksgiving as each one of them replied that they were safe.

I will remember learning through our spotty cell connection that friends had lost their entire home.  Everything.  In the dark of our living room there was no way to hide the reality from our kids.  Later, with tears running down my cheeks, Chica asked, “Mom, are you crying?”  Yes.

I will remember that Nana’s house didn’t lose power, and we had a place to go.  Unlike so many friends, we could get out of our neighborhood easily.

I’ll remember that I tried to do homework on our unexpected day off, but I spent much more time scrolling Facebook, overcome by thankfulness for the good in our community.

I hope my kids’ memories are slightly different.

I hope my kids remember playing Catan by headlamp.

I hope Bubba remembers losing his first tooth at Nana’s while we waited for power to return.

And perhaps most importantly, I hope they both remember that people are more important than stuff, and we will do everything we can to protect them when scary things happen.  And when we can’t protect them, God can.

There are reports of 20-25 families in Elon that lost their homes.  Here are links to a way to help two families that we know:
https://www.gofundme.com/24dvh5h8
https://www.gofundme.com/5ev5htk

 

 

Five Minute Friday: Lost and Found

With a link in my inbox and a little time to waste, I browsed a blog I hadn’t read in months. Stories and photos and videos of this Disney princess (literally!) turned country-hopping missionary made me feel a bit like I had lost something. A lost opportunity, I guess.

Maybe. But the more I think about it this morning, the more I realize just what I’ve found.

I’ve lost…

…the freedom to pick up and just go and do whatever, whenever.
…friends to great distances of time and space.
…the houses where I brought each of my kids home from the hospital.
…a camera. The good one we bought when Chica was a baby. Who does that?
…interest in hobbies that used to consume me.
…fifteen pounds, then gained it all right back again.

But I’ve found…

…a job I truly, truly enjoy.
…new friends to share dinner with every. single. week.
…a home that fits my new friends and their kids.
…purpose in new hobbies like running and writing.
…that the number on the scale isn’t synonymous with fitness.

But even better, I’ve found…

…the great joy to be had in being somebody’s mommy.
…the miracle of someone choosing to love my messy, confusing self for ten years.
…a new, growing desire to remain in the Love that will bear fruit.

What have you found today?

Five Minute Friday

Linking up with Five Minute Friday.  And yes, I know it’s Saturday.  I’m just now finding the time…