Throughout my childhood I was parented by my mother Karen, my mother Nadine, my foster mom Janty, my Aunt Jan, and my grandmother’s. Even today a bevy of other beautiful women continue to lovingly influence me. Many of them are friends through blogging.
I am thankful for every single soul. They have helped nurture and inspire a continual garden of beautiful blessings.
Their love and guidance has led me to now parent and nurture in a wide variety of ways.
In the traditional sense I have two biological children.
I thank God everyday that He made the decision to bless a 20 year old girl with no education and limited means with a baby. That baby changed my life. You hear people often say that, but truly she did. I can remember the exact moment she was born. Although I was joined by one doctor and a few nurses I was essentially alone when she came into the world. As they placed that tiny girl in my arms I knew I would never be the same. My heart overflowed for the first time in my life.
As easy as my darling girl came into my life I also remember the exact moment a few years later Mr. Décor and I were told “You will never have children.”
But I had faith more than the size of a mustard seed. I prayed without ceasing. God led us to German doctors and three years later on our final IVF attempt we experienced a true miracle. Sure, all babies are miracles, but Sweet Boy, well he was/is extra miraculous. He couldn’t wait to come into the world and after eight months, spent mostly in bed, he arrived. Five pounds of smiles.
Even though I wasn’t blessed with a big brood of my own there are other kids I thank God every day that I get to help shape and guide. In the non traditional sense I love many.
Like my girl, Miss M. She belongs to my cousin E. and Sweet T.
She likes bugs, birds and Julia Child. :)
I feel like this about her.
While the arts have been cut and I don’t possess an art degree, those factors fail to stop me from bringing art into classrooms of deserving kids.
There is also a wonderful group of boys I am blessed to know. For five years Mr. Décor has been the leader to 10 cub scouts. On occasion I am able to jump in and help shape tomorrow’s young men by creating fabulous and fun things together.
Oranges, water, and the crazy woman on the sidelines who whoops and hollers for each and every goal are appreciated by these Super People.
Yes, love and nurturing can be expressed in a variety of ways. You only need to seek out love and you will find it.
But I personally never understood “those crazy dog people”. You know, the ones who talk about their dogs, write about their dogs, give their dogs Christmas presents…
I grew up around two dogs ~ Buffy, a poodle mix and Wrecks, a standard dachshund. I even had a very nice golden retriever named Peaches. Until now, I have never written about any of them.
Then came Rudi.
When Sweet Boy was just three we went to visit a shelter to select a dog as a gift for Mr. Decor’s birthday. We sat down on the ground in preparation to meet the inmates. As the cages were opened a hoard of dogs came running out. One lone mangy rat slowly walked over and laid his head down on Sweet Boy’s lap.
The shelter director said, “Oh, I’m not sure if you want that dog. He’s really sick. We found him in the desert. Someone dumped him out there several weeks ago.”
I instantly saw this dogs future. It wasn’t good. I replied, “I am not leaving here without this dog.”
The director: “Well, ok, but you’ll still have to pay the shelter fee ($300) and then be responsible for all his medical expenses which could be very expensive.”
Me: “Will you take a check?”
Just two weeks later as I was unloading groceries from the car two of our neighbors vicious dogs escaped and came snarling towards me. I saw that the front door was open, but there was no time. I could only scream.
A seven pound weak and sickly dog came out the door like a shot and took on two large pit bull/shepherd mixes.
Love always wins.
Rudi was supposed to be Mr. Decor’s dog. But he is my boy.
Who do you love and nurture?
"As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem." ~ Isaiah 66:13