Our lives are made.. in these small hours.. these little wonders.. these twists and turns of fate.. time falls away.. but these small hours.. these small hours .. still remain..
Our family is a very busy family..
We are involved in Theater and Choir at school.. the international students .. Dance.. trombone lessons… cheerleading for a time.. and a big BIG family…
We don’t really end up with a lot of free time ..
But we DO have such wonderful times together.. in those minutes between activities.. our little conversations in the early mornings (before coffee has kicked in)… the conversations in the hall after school before theater rehearsal starts.. our conversations around the dinner table.. my kids jumping in the car to keep me company on the way to errands and meetings.. board games.. and sappy Christmas movies.. funny Snapchat videos.. and quick hugs between activities.. quick chats before bed.. phone calls from college between classes ..
“Our lives are made in these small hours”.. these short moments.. the moments with my college girl.. my daughters across the sea.. my 2 exchange daughters.. my son .. the happy moments.. the sad.. the stressed .. the relaxed.. the laughter.. the love.. the heartaches…
…these are the little wonders of my life…
This week as we prepare to send another “exchange” daughter home .. home to her family.. we are overwhelmed with these little wonders.. the moments that have made up our lives over the last year.. the memories we have stored up…
Our hearts are full..
Love you Bea!!
I am so thankful for all the “small hours” with you.. and with Sabrina, Simon, Mariam, Olimpia, and Basak…
I grew up a 1/2 mile from my grandparents’ house. An easy walk or ride from my house to theirs..
So is it any wonder that so many of my first memories had them in it?
Most of them were good memories.. at least until that heartbreaking day in fifth grade.. when they loaded up their new 5th wheel and drove to Florida for the winter ..
Even after that LONG winter FINALLY ended.. I collected good memories with them.
As the years passed, the visits became less frequent. I moved to Missouri with my husband (for his job). I became busy with my children… and schedules didn’t always line up.
… still visits were a treasure ..
The last time I saw my gram, she didn’t recognize me. My aunts warned me ahead of time that it might happen.
But in that moment? That moment that I realized she indeed did NOT recall who I was?
It hurt .. for a moment ..
Then she smiled at me.. and patted my hand..
and I realized..
it didn’t matter if she remembered me..
Why?
Because I remembered her..
I remembered her keeping special toys at her house for us.. A little people’s school and camper..
I remembered how she would always keep fruit around to give us..
how she taught me to eat rhubarb with sugar…
how she loved the color blue, but “hated” her red hair..
How she loved working with her roses and her rhododendrons.. and her fruit trees..
how every card I ever got was simply signed “Gram K”…
I remember how she greeted every LEFT handed person she met.. how she taught us to make her potato salad.. her spending hours with us sewing clothes.. her salt & pepper collection.. and Norman Rockwell plates..
…singing with her.. laughing with her ..
And when I said “good-bye” at the end of that last visit? She smiled and said “I’m so glad I got to meet you.” That same smile that would light up her eyes.
So you see? It isn’t important that my Gram didn’t remember me in the end.. because it wasn’t really about me.
It was about her..
..and her legacy that she leaves behind. And as long as I remember her? As long as I continue to retell her stories and sayings?
Then she will continue to live on in our hearts ..
Do you know what you get when you are raised in a family with a Strong faith in God.. AND you have a vivid imagination?
Something beautiful .. aaaand a little scary at times.
When I was little? My dad would tell me that even if I THOUGHT I could get away with doing “little” bad things with no one knowing..? That God would still know.. And it would break His heart to see me make bad choices.
In my mind’s eye I could see a God like “face” looking at me .. The same way that my earthly father looks at me when he had to punish me.. Broken hearted and sad.. Maybe tears in His majestic eyes?
Yup.. That kept me on the straight and narrow.. (90% of the time)..
But sometimes my imagination is just plain good..
This morning I received the call that my grandma passed away.
The only grandma I have ever known .. Had gone home to heaven.
It was peaceful for her .. She was surrounded by the family who could make it in time.. They were loud at times.. (How could that be peaceful you ask?) She would have liked it loud and lively. She loved to see the “characters” around her. I think even when she was resting .. she was probably comforted by the loud voices and laughter..
But I can imagine that moment when she slipped from this world into the next..
In that moment?
Standing outside those pearly gates.. She would see her 3 children, that went along Home before her, waiting patiently for her. Her parents would be there too.. And her siblings..
But in the middle of them all?
In the middle of them all, I imagine my grandpa standing. I can see his eyes light up when he finally sees her. The way his eyes always lit up when he saw her.
And then?
Ha ha.. Then he’d say something sassy like.. “What took you so long?” Or “I’ve been waiting for you for ages!”
Then I imagine my Gram K would smile gently and put him in his place.. With a “It wasn’t my plan to send you on ahead..” Or more likely… “Well .. waiting builds character.”
And then my Grandpa will laugh .. The way he always does when her quiet sass amuses him.
Someday it will be my turn to meet them all at the pearly gates.. And I know they will show up to meet me.
Until then I have to finish the things God sent me here to do..
But I am so curious..
I wonder if my Gram K will have her bright red hair back in heaven.. (Which would make my Grandpa happy..) .. Or if she will be able to convince God that the gray hair suits her better .. (After all? You can’t wear pink with red hair..)
I love family trees.. I love to try to trace my ancestors back to their origins.. The countries they were born in.. Oh the stories these trees would have to tell. Wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to listen to these ancestors tell their stories..?? And to be able to ask them questions.. like why did you leave your countries? Would it have been for adventure? Greater freedoms? Escaping bad memories?
Oh the possibilities…
I mean .. really? I have a great great grandfather named Dougal McDougall. An afternoon with him?
YES PLEASE
But there is more… Great people like Fredrick Law Olmsted.. or the original Olmsteds who came over when America was young. Sarah Fitzgerald (what a fun name).. the Von Kuhlmans from Germany..
All of it has me so curious and writer side of me ITCHES to record it all…
But then there is the Start side of my family. My Grandma Betty.. and her parents. They are Dutch.. all from the Netherlands. This side of the family never seemed as interesting to me.
Why??
Well… because they were so familiar to me. Familiar and safe. My grandma’s dad had a soft laugh when he was amused. My grandma’s mom was always smiling. They would offer you little candies from little dishes. Their backyard was like a little park. And even when they were upset with you (hey.. we were kids).. you just felt disappointed in yourself.. not scared.
My Gram Betty is in so many of my memories.. I remember her singing Brenda Lee songs with me.. and Johnny Cash’s “Everybody loves a nut.” I remember her always giving us fruit to snack on.. teaching me to eat rhubarb with sugar…. telling me that her “mom always said there would be days like this,”… sometimes adding with a wink, “she never mentioned there would be so many”… I remember her wearing hats… I remember laughing with her when she recalled being relieved to turn gray so “early”.. instead of “that awful red”… (Which we all know her red hair was actually quite pretty.. because grandpa always told us).. and I remember her being called Miss Blue. Because she loved the color blue.
After my grandparents moved to Florida, my memories of them were more sparse.. but just as loved. I loved hearing about their travel adventures.. their little arguments… and hearing my grandma use her age as an excuse for not having to do things she didn’t want to..
My grandpa died young.. only in his 60’s.. but I have so many teenage memories of him teasing my grandma, winking at me.. his laugh that echoed joyfully where ever he was.. his bear hugs.. and his more serious moments when he encouraged me to reach for the stars. (Not his exact words.. but that’s how I always felt. He had so much faith in my future being great.)
This side of my own family tree is the strongest side.. The Start/Kuhlman Roots of my tree go down deep… Deeper than any roots on paper. The love.. the stability.. the generations of support.. those roots go deeper than any other branch of my family tree.
But as a teenager?
These roots felt like home.. and I wanted adventure.. I wanted to be like Dougal McDougall and set forth from my homeland for adventures and tales across the sea…
As an adult? I realize that I missed an opportunity to explore those roots. I was always exploring the branches.. looking out over the horizons.. looking to the future.
Today?
Today instead of looking for adventures… instead of feeling curious about the great people of the past.. or wondering what tales my exciting ancestors might have to tell?
Today I am wishing for a conversation with my quiet, safe Grandma in Florida… To hear her soft laugh.. or hear her tell me that her “mom always told me there would be days like this”, and that “this too shall pass”. To hear her tell of her sassy days of dating my grandpa.
And I’d love to tell her how much I love her .. and how she shaped my life and gave me such strong roots.
You know that feeling when you are in the middle of a great book?
One of those books that is SO good ..you just can’t wait to see what will happen next or how it will end..
And it is so good that you don’t want to miss a single word..
…no speed reading this book…
NOPE.. You read each sacred word and savor them all…
But then?
YUP.. Then you have to put that book down because life is going on around you… The dishes need to be done, the chickens need food.. the kids need to be socialized …
…but all the while you are being a responsible human being? The whole time ALL you can think about is that book … ??
WHAT is on that next page? What will happen to the heroine? What adventures and mishaps are in store?
THAT is how it feels to drop your daughter off at college..
.. I can’t wait to pick that book up again and see what is written on those pages… I can’t wait to hear about her adventures ..
… but I admit.. It is hard to walk away from her beautiful book…
One minute your little girl is knocking over bookshelves, breaking priceless souvenirs, throwing rocks at Scrooge on tv, writing on walls, putting pop tarts into the VCR, serenading the neighbors as they stroll past your front porch, trying to defy gravity, writing stories that don’t make sense, reading encyclopedias to get out of cleaning her room, reading books thicker than her arm, breaking lamps with her imaginary friends, performing lion king in a bathing suit and a scarf, wearing underwear on her head, and asking endless awkward questions in her endless pursuit of knowledge…
.. and the next minute you are dropping her off at college.. Wondering what kind of trouble she can get into there.. 😳😳😳😳
Seriously love this girl of mine… And so stinking proud..
The thought of not hearing her practice her operettas in the shower EVERYDAY? It almost makes me miss the times she used whole bottles of conditioner in her bath time experiments..
…almost…
Actually I don’t… I don’t wish that time back.. I enjoyed it all while it happened..
But I can’t wait to see what the future holds for this magnificent blessing God entrusted to me..
While I was pregnant with my first child.. my strong willed daughter.. we could not decide on a name. So my husband and I struck a deal..
When our daughter was born.. If she looked like a “princess” then we would name her “Sabrina” ..
..and if she looked like a “little ruler” we would name her “Ryanne”..
THEN?
Lol.. Then I prayed to God He would send her into the world boisterous and crying..
When that moment came? The moment I laid eyes on my girl? I had been awake for 40 hours.. And in labor for 28 hours..
FYI .. They call it labor because it is REALLY hard work..
Someone placed that beautiful baby in my arms..
..and..
Well? She stared right back at me. Her eyes were wide open .. and so curious. She was taking in the world around her without saying a word.
When her Daddy commented on something? She turned her head toward him and listened. When I laughed at her serious expression..? Well.. then she turned back to me.
The nurse commented that she had never seen such an alert baby.. And our girl turned toward her and listened carefully.
We quickly decided that her serene and graceful personality was more fitting of a “princess”.. And her birth certificate was filled out..
The last 18 years have sped by so quickly.. But she has remained much the same.. Always looking at the world around her with her eyes wide open… Curious and alert.. Learning as much as she could.. Holding her eyes so wide, as if she could soak in knowledge faster that way..
Lol.. But she also learned to express her opinion.. And negotiate..
Soon? Yup.. Her father and I wondered if we should have named her “little ruler”..
Recently I looked up “Ryanne” again.. Wanting to use it in a new book series.. And I realized the technical meaning was “a feminine version of Ryan”.. And Ryan means “little King”..
So Ryanne would mean “little queen”.. A mature and educated ruler..
Hmm.. So my husband had chose to name our daughter EITHER a queen OR a princess? Both of these names mean a natural leader..
And a leader she is.. An educated, empathetic, observant leader..
Maybe we should encourage her to run for President.. We could use more leaders like her..
But my little princess has dreams of her own.. And she will go on being a leader in her own world.. Clearing her own path..
We never saved money for my daughter’s college.. We started to, but then…?
Well..?
Well.. then life happened.
As I was pulling pictures for my daughter’s open house last week.. I saw snapshots of that life …
First there were gymnastics classes and dance.. To give her socialization skills.
Then it was off to preschool .. To give her a headstart in school.. After all, she was already so smart.
Then came trips to museums and zoos.. Nature centers..
As her desire to perform evolved.. We added Performing Arts camps and classes..
Add in piano lessons, Girl Scout camps.. Community college Musical opportunities..
Yup.. Pretty soon her college fund was history..
But that isn’t the end of her pictures..
No sir-ee.. Then comes to the cross country trips that my husband and I took our kids on..
To New York to see family.. And to see Niagara Falls..
To California to see family.. and a quick stop at the Grand Canyon..
As we added each new state to our map of “places”? Yup.. More pictures.. Each picture brought a smile to my face.. Remembering the adventures .. the life lessons.. the laughter and smiles..
Along the way…?
Along the way paying for college became less of a priority.. and preparing her for life took its place.
Now don’t get me wrong.. We have always TALKED about college.. and her future. That part was never a question. With her reading before Kindergarten? It was just a given..
The only thing that changed was our focus on saving money FOR her future.. instead of PREPARING her for that future.
What we didn’t realize in making this subconscious shift?
Our daughter has lived a very full. And she learned to live IN TODAY.. although the while working hard toward her future. She enjoys her life where ever she is.. Whether it’s tutoring.. or creating a set.. babysitting twins.. or swimming in the moonlight.. she always has a smile on her face.
Even (occasionally) she will smile while doing dishes.. (hey.. she is human after all)…
So today when I look at my daughter .. and realize that soon she will have student loans..
..and I know that we (her father & I) can’t prevent that…
I realize that .. with those student loans?
She will also have memories of moonlit kayak rides, kayak adventures to find hidden islands, cousin sleep overs (aka stay up overs), many hide n seek adventures in the dark, science experiments growing what’s in our mouth (yuck), science experiments with coke and Mentos, reading millions of books, watching “books” we have read come ALIVE at the movie theaters, doing chores, earning her own money, getting pets, saying good-bye to pets, taking 30 hour driving trips to see cousins, seeing beautiful landmarks in our country, welcoming exchange sisters into our lives, sharing a room with someone you don’t know LONG enough to know them by heart, having to hug those exchange sisters good-bye at airports, art lessons, piano lessons, acting lessons, voice lessons, summer camps, theatre camps, family camps, swimming in waterfalls, getting leaches, putting band-aids on little ones, having surgeries, playing board games all night, designing her own prom dresses, learning how to eat gluten free, saving money for Disney World, going to Disney World, learning how to drive, making her first solo trip, being center stage in the spot light, being backstage supporting someone else’s spotlight, singing songs on stage, singing her grandpa’s favorite song around the campfire,
As I tried to find the perfect 500 word excerpt from Shadows this morning, I consulted my daughters… They quickly listed off a couple samples.. but I still couldn’t decide…
So I thought I would ask you..
Which section would make YOU more likely to download a copy of Shadows?
!The first Sample!
“I can’t believe my luck. Sure was happy to see ya walk past my horse. I was jest leavin’ town myself. Now I can escort ya home,” the stranger continued happily.
“You’ll hafta excuse me, sir, I must be hurryin’. My Da will be expectin’ me ta have dinner ready soon,” Emma stated.
“Well then, we musn’t keep him waitin’,” he replied. There was a chuckle behind her. The fair haired gentleman smiled in response to his friend’s laughter. “I’ll come along with ya. Ya can introduce me, so I can git permission ta call on ya. Official like. We can git our courtin’ started today.”
“I believe ya misunderstood me, sir,” Emma replied appalled.
“Misunderstood? Na, I think not. I see that ya waited fer me outside of town, so that we could walk together without all those busybodies watchin’ us and interuptin’.” Smiling, the man reached for her arm. Emma stepped back and bumped into the horse behind her. Feeling panic well up within her, she looked around for help and was amazed to see a pair of stormy eyes walking towards her.
From behind, Emma heard the man on the horse cleared his throat in warning. The fair haired gentleman stiffened in irritation as he turned towards the approaching man, demanding, “What do ya want now?”
Emma could not take her eyes off the approaching help, even though she knew it was rude to stare. The gray eyed man did not look away from her as he answered, “When this young lady fergot ta bring me my coffee before she left town, I started in ta worryin’.”
Looking down into her basket, Emma realized that she had indeed purchased the tin of coffee the man had intended only as a distraction. “I fergot,” she said weakly, trying to figure out why he would want the coffee she accidentally purchased.
Coming to stop a few steps from Emma, the gray eyed man smiled at her. “Ya steal a man’s heart and then ya steal his coffee, darlin’?” He winked at her. “Ya go too far.” The smile that touched his mouth, did not reach his stormy eyes. They tried to convey a meaning to her. A meaning that Emma could not quite grasp. “Ya shoulda waited fer me ta walk with ya. I’ve been wantin’ ta speak with yer Pa,” he paused briefly before continuing, “before the weddin’.”
Gasping as his plan dawned on her, Emma ducked around the fair haired gentleman and reached for her rescuer’s arm. He weaved her hand around his tense elbow and held it there. Wanting to look convincing in her new role, she desperately tried to remember how Abigail had looked at her David all those months while they were courting. Opening her eyes wide, she batted her eyelashes. “Oh do forgive me darling,” she said, attempting to mimic Abigail’s sugary tone. She hoped no one would notice how her voice quivered.
~~OR~~
!!The second Sample!!
By the time she walked back from the field and made it to the hill by the creek, she had convinced herself that Thane would have left by now. When she arrived, it was indeed vacant. Emma sat down in disappointment, but intent on looking carefree. “Well Mama, it looks as if I brought ya a sandwich.”
“Ya’ve already given my sandwich away?” asked a voice that made her jump guiltily.
“Ah—No, of course not,” Emma replied, willing her heart to slow down. “But I almost dropped it in the water, ya scared me so,” she scolded. Thane sat down a couple paces from Emma. She handed him a sandwich, wrapped in a towel.
Thane took a bite of the sandwich. Looking thoughtful, he asked, “Ya gonna introduce me ta yer Mama?”
Emma looked up at him. She couldn’t decide if he was making fun of her. Finding no hint of teasing in his face, she replied, “Mr. Hawkins meet my Mama, Lilliana Wells. Lily, to those that loved her. Mama, this is Mr. Hawkins.. He’s taken ta savin’ me lately. Even promised ta marry me ta protect me from an ugly mess,” she ended with a smile.
“Pleasure ta meet ya ma’am. Please call me Thane.”
“Mama wants ta know where ya come from that we shouldna know ya already? We thought we knew everyone here in the valley,” Emma asked innocently.
“Well ma’am, I live in those hills,” nodding his head across the creek, “tucked in a valley. I come this way a couple times a year but spend most my time on the trail huntin’ and trappin’.”
“So yer a trapper?” Emma asked between bites.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Call me Emma –,” she reminded him.
“Beggin yer pardon, ma’am, I thought I was talkin’ ta yer Mama,” he said with a lopsided smile.
She chose to ignore his teasing and looked toward the hills.
“Yer mama seems ta belong in this spot,” Thane observed.
“She does,” she stated simply. “A fever took her and my baby sister ta heaven a few years back.” Her final words were barely above a whisper.
“I’m sorry,” Thane said softly.
Emma blinked back a tear before she looked at him.
“Where is yer sister’s stone?” he asked.
“Isn’t one. She was so small, I couldna bear fer her ta be put by herself. Mama had wanted her so. And Da– well he couldna bear ta name her. So she sleeps in Mama’s arms, here in Mama’s favorite spot.” She waved her arm to indicate the hill top overlooking the little creek. “Da brought this rock here. When he dug it up outta the cornfield – he decided ta roll it here so Mama wouldna have grass stains on all her skirts. She always was sittin’ in the grass. She tried ta make them stop before they hurt themselves. But Da had jest teased how “embarrassed” he was ta have a wife with green dresses. She finally relented then …but wouldna come down here fer weeks,” Emma laughed sadly. “But when she did, she sat on the rock.” She paused, remembering. “She kept one skirt with an especially bad grass mark though. She hung it right in their room. It’s hangin’ there still. Da won’t even let me wash it.” She didn’t notice the tears on her cheeks until Thane handed her his towel.
“What about yer Ma?” Emma asked, trying to lighten the mood as she dried her cheeks. “Will I know her if she’s in town? Or will I have ta wait `til the weddin’?”
Thane looked back towards the hills. “Awhile beyond that, I expect,” he answered softly. “My Ma died when I was young. We went out trappin’ and when we returned.. she was gone.”
“Oh,” Emma replied, not knowing what to say. “How old were ya?”
“Not sure really. Probably 9 winters ago.”
“Ya don’t know how old ya are?” Emma asked incredulously.
Thane shrugged his shoulders. “Pa doesn’t keep track of such things-says they’re nonsense. I stopped askin’.”
Wiping her eyes again, she cleared her throat. “Maybe we should jest start plannin’ our weddin’ before I start cryin’ again.”
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… if you haven’t downloaded Shadows yet.. you should… It’s a bargain at 99 cents..
Once upon a time.. About 13 1/2 years ago.. a little girl (with lots of curls) headed off to her first day of kindergarten.
And like EVERYthing in her life? Yup! She wanted to do it on her own.
She did NOT want me to drive her to school that first day.
She did NOT want me to walk her into her class and help her get settled.
She wanted to ride the bus like EVERYone did..
She wouldn’t even let me hold her hand..
I was a little hurt I guess.. I do make plans in my head.. You know those plans, right? Plans on how to be the best mom..
But neither me nor my husband were suprised that she simply announced she would have none of my plans..
Why? Well you see.. Everything in her life until that point had been the same..
When she was 3 weeks old? She simply refused to let me rock her to sleep anymore. She wanted to be put in her crib so she could go to sleep ON HER OWN..
At 6 months? She clamped her mouth shut.. Refusing to be fed anymore. She wanted to do it ON HER OWN.
Doing puzzles? She would gently move my hand away.. She didn’t want any help.
Now this “on her own” attitude did get her in trouble.. Because it often slipped into.. “Let me do it my way”…
Lol.. Once that attitude had her preschool teacher telling me she’s be better off with younger kids.. My beautiful, smart, strong willed girl…. was demoted to a younger class..
.. and well? Let’s just say her ballet teacher was so relieved when we moved to Missouri before recital.. I guess having my girl “co-teach” the class (only when she felt the teacher was being boring) wasn’t as fun as it sounded..
Sigh.. Honestly I knew how the dance teacher felt.. I wondered often why my daughter couldn’t just do it my way FOR ONCE..
Last night my daughter gave a speech at graduation.. as Valedictorian. That same stubborn pride.. The same frustrating determination to do things her own way.. ??
It would keep my daughter up until the WEE hours of the morning doing homework after a long night of Musical practice.
It would have my daughter going the extra distance to do a project the way she wanted.. Which was often more than her teacher had asked for.
Yes .. My daughter’s determination to do things ON HER OWN and in her OWN WAY.. is the very reason she made it to the top of her class ..
So even when I retell stories of her childhood around the fire.. Tales of her stubbornness and the frustration I had endured… And laughing until I have tears in my eyes..
.. Even when I act like it was awful.. I am actually so very proud of the young lady she has become…
.. and I don’t really worry about her future.. I know she will get there ON HER OWN timing and in her own way..
Luckily I have God in our corner.. Watching out for her along the way.. because it’s going to be great.
Everything sounds better with the echo of a still small voice.