Friday, December 26, 2014
Posted by Heather Henricks at 5:58 PM
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Somewhere between the first verse and chorus of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" I teared up. We were all sitting in our favorite pew at church, standing and worshipping the Lord. My daughters are all 3 very great singers, and it truly felt like I was in the middle of a choir. They were singing parts, and I paused for a second just to enjoy the sound of their trio. To say it was beautiful would be minimizing it. It was angelic. I felt so blessed to have been the audience of one to their mini-concert. I love it when we all sit together at church. We are unified with our presence, even if we all hear the words differently and process the content differently. I love the routine that "church" is for our family. It is a KNOWN. All we do is come with a heart that is ready. December is a favorite time for us, mostly because of the music. Christmas carols, traditional hymns, advent candles. We love the whole shebang.
Posted by Heather Henricks at 12:05 AM
Thursday, December 4, 2014
A little over 13 years ago, I was married to a man who walked out on his family. Our children were 2 1/2 and 6 months old. I begged and pleaded for him to stay, to do the "right thing". He left. Turns out, the right thing was that we wouldn't be married to each other any more. Experts would probably say that we shouldn't have EVER married. But we did. I don't mourn or miss him. Over the years, I mourned what "should have been" and "what I planned", but I have always believed (and still do) that in man's mess, God can be even bigger. And God was. In so many ways. More ways than I can even write in a single blog post. Mostly, God chose to give to me and my oldest 2 daughters the gift of our Patrick. Husband and step-dad extraordinaire. Add to that our 2 younger children and you have the gift with a BOW on it. We are blessed. We were taken care of, not by a man, but by our Father in heaven and for that we are so grateful.
Tonight was new.
Because of our parenting plan, I have taken my 2 oldest daughters over to their dads house 2-3 times a week for 12 years. Tonight, my oldest daughter took she and her sister. In her car. She. Drove.
It has been a strange night for me. I'm so thankful that I don't have to interrupt our regular life and schedule to drive my older girls over to their dads. I'm so happy that I don't have to endure how upset and angry they are when they have to go to their dads. I'm so relieved that I'm "off the hook" from even entering the space of "that world over there". BUT...
It's what we've known. Even for my 2 little people - it's what we have always done. Every Monday and Thursday night... since FOREVER...this is our routine. Over the years, I've taken the girls to many different places that their dad called "home". Different addresses, same routine. And now... we have a new routine. And it is such a relief. And SO new. And so wonderful. And so terrifying. How can so many emotions exist at one time???
God's grace has been poured out on us so many times over the last 12 years. I couldn't recall them all even if I tried. And here, tonight, is another example of that grace. The big girls made it to their dad's safely, we at home were awarded peace and calm because we didn't have to rush across town. It's the end of an era for me. The place where I longed to be, so many years ago. Free. And here we are.
There's a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for me when I embrace what is to be celebrated. Because the bottom line is...
This is good. Really good. My sweet 16 year old is responsible and capable to drive herself and her sister. That ALONE is to be celebrated.
Until then... I will ponder. And be grateful, SO grateful.
Posted by Heather Henricks at 8:54 PM
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Posted by Heather Henricks at 1:20 AM
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Its November. This is a special month for me as the Mama around here because it is the month that I FIRST became a mama (16 years ago!)! Everything about the month reminds me of those very first feelings of giving birth, having a newborn, being engrossed in the newness of motherhood.
It is a month to be focus on being grateful. I am so grateful for my life. It's a life that is a pleasure. It is a life that requires work and prayer and an attentive heart. There are days that have the fragrance of joy all over them, and then there are the days that well... they don't. And for those days, I move deeper into grace and thanksgiving.
I am drawn towards certain Christmas music even during the Thanksgiving season. I just love
this song, and this one . This second song reminds me of this walk that I took with my dad when I was a very small child, 3 or 4. Quite possibly it was on Christmas Eve. Also possible was that my sister and mom were with us. All I remember is that we walked in the snow, at night, down to this church that had this nativity scene set up on its front yard. I remember it being so very cold, possibly snowing, and dark. And then ... there was moonlight. The light from the moon was enough to guide us down the uneven sidewalk as we slowly made our way to the manger scene. The anticipation makes my heart flutter still when I think back. What I remember the most was how quiet the walk was. Our destination was the nativity scene that we often drove by, but were going to see up close for the first time. The moonlight seemed reverent, as if the moon itself knew that what we were about to view was sacred. This song always brings about that memory.
For some extra special beauty, go here.
I hope that wherever you are at, gratitude is near you.
I find that is helps me change
*my grumpy heart
*a sad spirit
*an overwhelmed schedule
*a dissatisfied longing
"Enter His gates with Thanksgiving and into His courts with praise."
Posted by Heather Henricks at 9:52 PM
Friday, November 7, 2014
Posted by Heather Henricks at 10:53 PM
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
"Though I fall, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, God will be my light."
Posted by Heather Henricks at 1:15 PM
Monday, October 13, 2014
Posted by Heather Henricks at 7:04 AM
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Every elementary school teacher has a
different better way of having parents keep track of reading and math. They ALL think that they have the perfect method to this MADNESS!!! And they will change their method based on their latest Pinterest findings. It is the BRIGHT side of middle school and High school that there are NO planners to sign. I appreciate our teachers so much but sometimes they forgot that families have much better things to do than keep track of how many days mom has NOT signed the planner. Oh well = as long as nobody minds the batch method (signing many days at a time!!) I'm all in.
School has gotten under way here and the kids have happily immersed themselves in their respective grades - 3rd, 5th, 8th and 10th. Two of the kiddos are finishing out their years at the school that they now attend. Next year will be a transition year for one into middle school and for another into high school. I keep dreaming that the stress and busyness will taper off. It won't. I know that is the truth, but a mama can still dream, can't she? The kids are all involved in rewarding activities, and I am grateful for all that they are learning and doing. Three of them pack their own lunches now - Can I get an AMEN!!!???
These are special years - I'm told this and I acknowledge it. These ARE special years. Ones that I cherish. Ones that wear me out. Ones that fill me up. It is the dichotomy of childhood = Making sure that nobody is bored and lazy, keeping them involved in activities that challenge and teach them character and responsibility, supplying them with opportunities that will make the most use of their talents and gifts. All the while maintaining your sanity as a parent = keeping track of which leg of the carpool on which day I am responsible for. Washing the appropriate game day/practice day socks. Is it the blue shorts or the black shorts that he needs for practice? Is today a tennis practice or a tennis match, because those are at different locations. Dance requires black leggings for hip hop as well as pink tights and blue leotard for ballet. And heaven help us if we forget a water bottle, snack or sunscreen. The last of which I did this past weekend. We have spent the past few days with rosy cheeks and sunburned shoulders because MOM forgot the sunscreen. Honestly, after packing a cooler full of food and 2 soccer bags, I plum never even thought of it. Never crossed my mind that the sun wouldn't be our friend. For days now, we will have Rudolph noses and guess what... The thing that I hold onto for DEAR LIFE - WE WILL SURVIVE!!! Nobody will die from lack of sunscreen, or the wrong color socks. If we happen to show up a moment late to practice, nobody will suspend my dance/soccer/tennis mom trophy. (Oh wait... I don't have a trophy!! That's a shame...) In the midst of all of this, our full schedule and CRAZY days, I am trying to keep some perspective and hang on to joy. And when I see smiles and skills and enjoyment of their sport/art it makes every bit of the driving and packing and remembering absolutely worth it!!
Posted by Heather Henricks at 10:18 PM
Thursday, September 4, 2014
|cousins on the beach|
|11 years anniversary|
|more cousins on the beach|
|family at the Corkscrew swamp|
|new house color|
|Daddy and his girls building sandcastle|
Posted by Heather Henricks at 1:03 AM