Wow, I had no idea that starting a xanga site of my own would give me this very nice feeling of connectedness with people I have not touched base with for a long time. I told someone it really feels like a 'God-thing.' You see, the past two years have been quite difficult in some ways, and there are times I feel so far away and lonely and, well, disconnected. Life in Poland is so different from a lot of your lives, and after awhile, I start feeling rather panicky, like I am this outdated person who hardly knows what crocs look like. I wonder where I fit in anymore. I feel a bit like a third culture person, someone who is a mixture of two cultures, and not totally at home in either. And sometimes I worry that I don't even know how to connect anymore-how to open my heart and receive. I realize, of course, that xanga is not the place to bare my heart, but I want to say thank you to all of you who visited and commented. It blessed me, and made me feel like maybe my name is still known, if you take my meaning, as Sam Gamgee would say.
I love visiting other moms' sites. I don't have a lot of input from other mothers here, and when I read about other mothers, sometimes I feel almost like I am attending a ladies' seminar.

I love to read about mothers delighting in their children, and telling stories about their uniqueness. My little people certainly do not lack in creativity of expression. Caleb pulls some real howlers. He makes me laugh and growl at the same time. Recently he was watching me feed Sara, and he asked, "When am I going to be a baby and nurse again?" Well, I assured him that would never happen, and he answered, "But Mama, God WANTS me to be born again!" I told him to go talk to Papa about that. I was laughing too much.
And now a few photos from Hadassah's 9th birthday a few weeks ago.

My dear Hadassah Rosie Posie, 9 years ago you made me a mother. I cuddled you close, and cried with the wonder of you. And now look at you, my little girl stepping into beautiful young-lady hood.

One moment you are dreaming big dreams of the future, and the next you are......

...begging for a princess cake.

I love you, Hadassah!
And that's all for this time, folks.
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