I came across this quote this morning and have been pondering it.
“Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.”
– William Martin
Yesterday the kids and I went to the stables where my daughter works with a few horses on a volunteer basis. She spent a good chunk of this summer training with my sister. For her, horses are freedom.
My two littlest kids love “the horse place”. They watched the goats, climbed on the rocks and had more fun in the dirt and sticks than you’d think possible.
The other day I had the joy of watching a child who is dear to us as he struggled to smile. It’s an effort that for most is simple, but for him has been a journey fit for a novel.
There is something true in the healing, nurturing power of simple things. All of us have a little trauma to overcome in some degree or another. That’s the nature of life in this imperfect space. It’s the simple things that give us wings. Flight is in our nature. Being who we are, we can’t help but fly.
And that, is extraordinary.
Birds in Flight – – Altar cloth lace in progress
Faith, history, family and lace. I captured this shot today after nearly a month of lacelessness. I am finishing up a sample from my last altar cloth to remember the pattern. The Ebenezer Lace project had no written pattern, and I don’t want it to be lost. I’ll put it in a frame eventually with the story that goes with it for my children to read. The story is theirs.
Our family has been going through a growth spurt this last month with the addition of a son. He’s seven years old, and precious. His adoption will be finalized this fall, and we look forward to having him sealed to our family. This will make four adoptions and four sealings this fall if all goes well– three girls and a boy, to add to our existing three boys and a girl. Eight! And Carolyn. Nine.
This time has been nearly five years in the making. So many beautiful blessings.
We took this picture for Father’s day:
Each spirit has a story. Each child is unique. Their paths to our family are all different, but each twist and turn is known to the Lord. How great a blessing! He has remembered his promises to us. My cup truly runneth o’er.
Time to get going on a new altar cloth.
A trip through history: Lily Adeline with great-grandma Lillie’s original lace bonnet and gloves.
When a child joins our family by adoption, we have a tradition of holding “Name Changing Day”, and each child receives a name– a gift tied to our family history. It is a milestone day that we look forward to with each child. Our philosophy is even if we don’t share biology, we can share history, and that history helps tie our precious children to us.
Each child that has come to our family has a name that is meaningful to our family in some way or another. My daughter Lily is named Lily Adeline, after my husband’s Great-grandma Lillie and my Great-grandma Ada, both wonderful role models, and women we look up to.
A few years ago we visited Grandma Rockwood’s house in Colorado, and learned more about our grandma Lillie. While we were there, we saw the original lace bonnet made by Grandma Lillie. We have a replica of it in our house, but Lily had never seen the original.
Mary taught me grandma Lillie’s roll stitch. Lily and I sat together as Mary made each beautiful roll. I was able to learn it, while Lily watched. When she is ready, I will teach it to her.
Learning Grandma Lillie’s Roll Stitch
Lily wrote up her thoughts on her namesake and history here.
Special Day: A crochet lace edged handkerchief, made by Anna’s grandma, Mary Rockwood
When my three sons were sealed to us in the Sacramento Temple following their adoption, I made them each a white tie from the material I’d saved from making my wedding dress years before.
Each tie had their initials stitched into the back, with the date of their sealing, for them to keep as keepsakes of that day. Anna was also to be at the sealing, so I made a flowing white dress for her to wear inside the temple. This was a day she’d waited for. She’d longed for brothers and sisters for a long time. The day was finally here, and she wasn’t about to miss it.
My mother-in-law, Mary, wanted to make something for each of our children as well. She made beautiful white vests for each of the boys, but for Anna she made something more appropriate for a little granddaughter.
This beautiful handmade crochet lace temple handkerchief was given to Anna by her grandma Mary, to honor her special day in the temple with her brothers, sealed together forever, as part of one family.
Such a beautiful day.
Sealing day at the Sacramento Temple
Angels from Heaven: Anna Celinda, Gabrien Dean, Daylin Michael and Ethan Nathaniel Rockwood, brothers and sisters forever