“The Answer is YES”

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“A spoon in your belly button,” said my sister to her darling daughter of 1 who did just that besides opting to be with her mother in their kitchen. An act of oddity that only a mother could love. “Wow.”

Monday I was blessed to enjoy the day in the company of my older sister & her offspring of 4. How I love spending time with these children in my fabulous family!

“They put people in the trunk & they fix ’em,” she replied upon me asking her what an ambulance does following my astounding 6-year-old niece reading the big word. She got the gist. Then later:

“Does anyone have a King?”

I pretended to misunderstand the girl in our 3-person game of “Go Fish” & responded “I have a cane!” then proceeded to hand her my cane that stood on the floor on my left. Funny, right?

“No, King!” she chided me as she tapped her card firmly with her index finger, not impressed in the least with my lost attempt at laughs. The third participant was her little brother; the youngster turned 4 less than 2 months ago, mind you. He tried his best to answer the question “Do you have a 9?”

“Let me see,” said the baffled boy who wasn’t yet up to speed playing what he refers to as “Goed Fish.” The game does require number knowledge & recognition of Jack, Queen, King & Ace cards. Just give him time.

To his credit, however, my puzzled young nephew maintained a positive attitude in addition to his charming flat-out honesty:

“I don’t know what a 9 is.”

Another point in our day, as my 2 nieces & 2 nephews snacked ’round the white kitchen table before we exited their house to run an errand, the 4-year-old boy popped a question concerning the purpose for my very presence.

“Why ah you heah?”

Then he pretty much answered himself in his own follow-up oh-so-endearing inquiry:

“Because you love us?”

The End

By Aunt Amy

10-9-17

Sense Made Perfect X3

8-27-2017

ù “Trust the King, not your ability to follow him.”

ù Forthcoming from chapter 21 of Randy Alcorn’s novel Edge of Eternity is a brilliant description of how God prepares people to use for His Glory:

(God) “must soften the clay before he can sculpt the work of art. Sometimes he must first hurt those he would use. For he uses those who learn from their failures” . . .

ù  . . . Learning “to trust him more and themselves less.”

“The Son”

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“Let him win,” she whispered in my right ear after we decided on an impromptu dance-off.

Aunt Amy’s chances flew out the window & she wanted to know why her niece of 6 favored her little bro of 4:

“Because he’s the best!”

Can’t really argue there . . . Moving on.

“Hey stop that, you’re gonna hit your head and get hurt!” I exclaimed as we played a tickling game where the boy jumped on me while I sat on the couch, & then rescued him from falling by a great dose of tickling to the point where the boy shrieked happily with giggles. He even reassured his alert aunt that he wouldn’t get hurt.

Previously the li’l guy & I played with warrior characters in a game on the living room rug. (Hence the shot of the youngster utilizing my cane & a flashlight to retrieve under the couch a lost figure.)

Later on all of us hung out in the family room. All = my parents, 2 nieces, their brother, & me.

6:30 rolled around after our game of “I Spy” around the kitchen table as “circle apples” – called that due to the way Grandma slices them for her beloved grandkids – were eaten, & while we engaged in a few activities in the family room at once including babysitting for 3 dolls & placing different shaped colored blocks through the correct space through the container’s blue lid. It was then that a particular inquiry arose.

“When is my Daddy coming?”

I was curious, especially given the fun times we were currently enjoying, why my young nephew of a mere 48 months wanted to know.

“What do you like so much about your Dad coming to get you?”

I figured that since the evening had arrived, the recently-turned 4-year-old possibly just wanted to go back home because there’s “no place like it” right? I was taken aback by his reply. To describe the remark as unforeseen wouldn’t do it justice. 

For the words that tumbled from the little guy’s lips couldn’t have tugged at my ticker Any Harder, as he remained blissfully unaware of the sweet reality in his precious life he’d just divulged:

“He’s my best fwiend!”

By Aunt Amy

10-1-17

God the Great . . . Comedian (in this case)?

Proverbs 16:9

In their hearts humans plan their course,

    but the Lord establishes their steps.

The comedy comes when you switch out the final word in this verse to read that the Lord has actually established (caused by neurotoxicity on my brain stem causing total imbalance) my stumbles.

Walking is one blessing to be thankful for – I’m lucky to have the support of amazing friends like Leah here!

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“Gak”

Unsurprisingly, the young boy of 8 wasn’t aware of just how cool he looked, in his orange with a little grey sleeveless Nike shirt paired with black Nike shorts. Kudos to his Mom for the trendy threads. But he has her back as well as his Dad’s, too – read on.

Hugely to the little guy’s credit, he did mention his Mom constantly while making a play-dough-similar yellow product called Gak with his artistically talented & adored Grandma. Earlier that afternoon he & Grandma bought a book offering 365 activities for children to do, for only fifty cents at the local Plymouth Library. Blending a milkshake was the first activity the soon-to-be third grader & his Grandma created together from a recipe in the book. Constructing Gak was the second. GAK

“I bet she won’t believe me cuz it’s not a cookbook,” he gushed excitedly of his future plans to personally make his Mom her very own shake.

“But what if your Mom doesn’t let you use the blender?” I wondered, but my always-thinking nephew had a ready reply.

“I’ll tell her the recipe & she can make it!”

Enthusiasm was personified as he drifted towards euphoria, thoughts on what else could be inside the pages of his new book. “I can even make dinner for everyone!” exclaimed the boy with twinkling eyes.

Several – albeit spectacular – siblings of his are known to devour goodies (like a milkshake) faster than a speeding bullet!

Ostensibly, the youngster is also acutely aware of this frequently recurring phenomenon:

“I’m just gonna make Mom & Dad a shake cuz I don’t want to waste a perfectly good tub of ice cream.”

The End

By Aunt Amy on 6.29.17

 

 

“The Case of the Soggy Orange Cushion”

For Humor’s Sake, I’m dedicating this story to the person who flat-out told me they want no involvement in this whatsoever, despite giving valuable input on a minor title adjustment

“Do you have some junky old sweats I can wear?” I couldn’t help but become choked up while asking my kind older sister, after waving her inside from her backyard patio. “My bladder malfunctioned & I wet all over my underwear & shorts.”

The very second I rose to “pay my water bill” (a unique term that means “I have to use the bathroom” I learned years ago from my clever brother-in-law), I realized I’d already thoroughly soaked myself when right upon rising I felt a wet backside.

So my sweet & generous sister hesitated not for a moment to give me the clothes (pictured) to not only Wear, but KEEP.

Long story short, turns out the culprit of the leaky bladder was actually the soggy orange cushion which soaked me when I perched on the outside patio chair. (I didn’t realize the truth – that the rain-soaked cushion had pressed against my rear as I sat, therefore causing me upon standing to immediately albeit mistakenly blame my forever-flawed self for the EXTREME WETNESS – it’s happened before for real folks, & no doubt will sometime occur again, although there’s no need for any embarrassment since it happens to the BEST of us, & when I say BEST of us, I’m referring of course to ALL of us – until my other brother-in-law revealed the same thing nearly happened to him earlier that same evening.)

Relief infiltrated my being as the evening took a turn for the . . . cuddliest.

Fittingly, the night of my family gathering to celebrate my niece’s seventh birthday ended in me cradling her 2-month-old brother as he sighed happily while he slept in my arms. I soon exited the house, but not before promising my brother-in-law that I’d post a tale about this . . . odd event.

Upon returning home I didn’t know how to stand as my Mom snapped a photo on her cell of my new ill-fitting yet extremely comfortable cardigan & black-&-white printed stretchy pants.

“I feel like a bag lady.”

AWK-WARD. 

8-18-17 I look like a Bag Lady

The End

By Amy

8.18.17

 

 

 

 

The Enigma of an Ant

Aunt, actually.

How amusing to witness these 9 little pairs of eyes trying to figure out ME. The funny thing is, my nieces & nephews can find it hard to view me as an adult, largely because I live with my parents aka their grandparents. In their short lives & based on their knowledge, one “fact” they think they know is that adults don’t live with their Mom & Dad. Thus, Aunt Amy = what?

4 Subjects about me that the Kids & I have discussed

Walking without a cane – though my brain stem’s neurotoxicity causing total imbalance AIN’T NO JOKE:

“You can walk without your cane!” a nephew shouted . . . & that is true, on an extremely, & I stress extremely, limited basis. I can occasionally walk fairly safely around my ranch-style house cane-free; although admittedly, there have been times when I thought I could get around my one-level house minus my needed balance assistance &

* slipped wearing slippery socks & fell forward – HARD – onto my hard unforgiving kitchen floor,

* fell on 2 different occasions that resulted in smacking onto the hardwood floor so hard that I broke bones each time,

* & too many other instances to name them all – Although I do have a dream that in Heaven, God will have a bloopers reel of all the times I’ve lost my balance & wobbled precariously; fallen unharmed into weird things like my toilet; & crashed quite UN-gracefully into a chair, onto the ground, etc (I love to laugh at myself & would happily share those chuckles with others too).

My Femur post-surgery with a titanium rod & screws in it

Utilizing my cane to retrieve stuff out of reach:

“That’s cool!” exclaimed the little guy of 8 upon watching me stretch out my arm & use my 33-inch cane to grab an out-of-reach ball we were playing with in his basement. So now he knows besides helping me safely walk, the cane can also be “cool” because the metal stick can reach a desired object without the person having to move to get to it. (The kids associate, like most people, only elderly people using canes, so I laugh – rather than becoming offended – along with them when they inevitably pretend to be a shuffling cane-toting old frail person.)

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• Not having hair:

“Why don’t you have hair?” my 3-year-old nephew asked me the question that all the kids have asked at one time or another, at his house just last week. Not wanting to make a big deal of it or scare him by saying I lost my hair when I was sick so that he then thinks when he gets sick his hair will also fall out, I consciously nonchalantly reply that I don’t want any hair so I shave it all off. Keepin’ it age-appropriate . . .

• Can you swim?:

My nephew wondered so I answered that yes, I can swim, & his Mom as well as our other sister can all swim very well thanks to the instruction of our Water-Safety-Instructor & former lifeguard who wishes he was a dolphin, Dad.


 

. . . Looks like I’ve got a pretty long way to go before these invaluable youngsters get any sort of true grasp of my unique situation – how in their young lives they wonder aloud why in the world Aunt Amy isn’t married with kids (that’s what they think everyone grown up is supposed to do) but instead lives with their Grandma & Grandpa; uses a cane; has no hair; the list continues – since a mere 3 days ago my 3rd youngest nephew informed me that he “knows” that all I do every day is text with friends on my phone (an activity I don’t frequently engage in so it’s quite amusing to think of how his little growing mind arrived at that false conclusion).