Thursday, December 8, 2011

I Am Going To Post Like My Daughter Does

I am overflowing with blessings.
December is ushered in with the vague memory that last year Fred was just coming home from Presbyterian, unable to walk or care for himself. We wheel-chaired him into our bedroom with hospital bed awaiting and hunkered down for the weeks it would take to recover from his 5-place pelvic break. My mom says that he experienced the breaks "...like a pruning, he was cut back but he came back stronger." Yup, today he is offroading at least once a month and sometimes two or three!

On the home front, Jessica will be turning 23 next week. She has had a full semester and two of her classes have afforded her a creative outlet: art and singing. When I saw the charcoals that she is doing I was rewarded that the artistic gene from the Latapie side lively expresses itself. Last night we went to her class recital. I didn't know what she would sing. Her number was sandwiched evenly by classmates before and after.
I recalled this type of recital from years gone by. Parents eager to hear their own children are unawaredly roped into hearing ALL of the participants. There were only about 13, and it was no sacrifice since I was moved to tears, at Jessica's song.
It was called, "Like My Mother Does"

People always say I have a laugh
Like my mother does
Guess that makes sense
She taught me how to smile when things get rough


I've got her spirit
And she's always got my back
When I look at her,
I think I wanna be just like that!

When I love, I give it all I got!
Like my mother does
When I'm scared, I bow my head and pray!
Like my mother does
When I feel weak, and un-pretty!
I know I'm beautiful and strong!
Because, I see my self
Like my mother does

I never met a stranger,
I can talk to anyone
Like my mother does
I let my temper fly
But she can walk away, when she's had enough

She sees everybody, for who they really are
I'm so thankful for her guidance,
She's helped me get this far


When I love, I give it all I got!
Like my mother does
And when I'm scared, I bow my head and pray!
Like my mother does
When I feel weak, and un-pretty!
I know I'm beautiful and strong!
Because, I see myself,
Like my mother does!

She's a rock!
She is grace!
She's an angel!
She's...
My heart and soul!
She does it all!

When I love! I give it all I got!
Like my mother does
And when I'm scared! I bow my head and pray!
Like my mother does
When I feel weak, and un-pretty!
I know I'm beautiful and strong!
Because, I see myself,
Like my mother does!

I hear people saying... I'm starting to look
Like my mother does...



As she came back to her seat I asked her, " And do you cry like your mother does?" We embraced and there came over me a wave of thankfulness to God. Times have been bumpy in the past with Jess and us.
but God is the Great Physician.
He heals broken bones.
He heals broken relationships.
May we be willing to be pruned in all areas that we may come back the stronger. video