Wednesday, June 24, 2015

What 10 Years Looks Like

Ten years ago today I made the best decision of my life and said "I do" to this irresistible guy:


Wedding day looked like this, and what follows is 10 of the best years of my life.  

June 24, 2005

First Christmas

First Christmas

Chase's Hillsdale Graduation

Maine trip

First Anniversary

President's Ball

Second Christmas

Steph's Hillsdale Graduation trip to Mackinac Island and the UP 

Work trip to Colorado

Nationals game after we moved to DC

Halloween Party in DC
Christmas we flew the dogs home from DC

Steph's birthday and Disney on Ice

Christmas

NU vs VT game at VT

Steph's Georgetown graduation

Grad school graduation (for both of us!) trip to Corpus Christi

Our last Christmas as a family of 2

"Little Bit Francl" aka Lily

Mommy and Lily

Family of 3

Pure joy

Contentment

Happiness

Happy 1st birthday, Lily

Happy Halloween


State Fair

Henry Doorly Zoo trip - Lily's 2nd birthday

Happy 2nd Birthday party

"Baby Bit Francl" aka Connor

Last Christmas as a family of 3

Mommy and Connor


Family of 4

Happy Easter

Vacation to Dallas

Love

Connor's First Birthday party

Connor is 1

First dance recital

First Train Ride at the park
"Bitty Bear Francl" due Oct 28, 2015
These show only snippets, but represent the years of cherished memories.  Thanks, Chase, for making these years (though certainly not perfect or without struggle) my favorites.  Here's to many, many, many more!

Happy 10th Anniversary, honey.  I love you!

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Fathers and identity

Can we talk, just for a second, about the importance of fathers?  Not men in father roles (though thanks to those who fulfill that role in the lives of those who are missing a father), not males, not boyfriends, not brothers.  Fathers.

In the last couple of weeks, I've listened to a number of podcasts that focused on the importance of fathers, and that coupled with watching the father of my children and reflecting on my own experience with my father has simply reinforced the critical role that God designed dads to play.

One of the podcasts made the point that mothers are, largely, taken for granted.  Not that moms aren't appreciated, but rather that a mother's love is expected.  Biology takes care of that early on - the baby cries and dad can't provide the milk (biologically speaking).  Mom has to.  And later, because of mom's early sacrifices, if the child gets into trouble - steals from the cookie jar, does drugs, chooses a lifestyle alternative to the one they grew up on - Mom will love them through it all.  Mom always puts her child's needs ahead of her own.  (Or at least, that's the cultural expectation.)  

Somehow, a mother's love is unconditional, but the perception, broadly, is that a father's love is not.  Kids have to be strong enough, tough enough, smart enough, good enough to earn their father's love.  All that is IF the kids even have a chance at knowing their dads.  Many are simply abandoned before they even get the chance to experience a father's love.  And you know, if you talk to those kids who never knew their dads, they wonder those things that essentially boil down to, "I must not have been good enough, or he would have loved me."
 
Dads and moms both play unique roles the lives of their kids.  Generally speaking moms nurture, clothe, feed, care for the tiny details of their children's lives, and breathe a unique kind of love into their kids.  Dads on the other hand...

I think that fathers have a whole lot to do with providing a child's identity.  In a way that moms can't, dads speak into the core of who a child is and when dad says that, "you are good enough," "you are tough," "you are strong," "you are worthy," or "you are loved," those ring differently in the child's soul than when mom says those things. Moms, I'm not saying that you shouldn't say those things too.  Please do!  But can we all just acknowledge that they impact us and our kids differently when the words flow from daddy's lips.

I saw one of those funny e-cards the other day...

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It's funny because it's true.  If you've lived much of life, you've seen both scenarios (toddler and beer drinker) in action, but I have to wonder if the toddler "watch this's" were responded to with identity giving affirmation of both a mom and a dad - the kind of affirmations that let the child know, deep down, who they are and that they don't need to look to other sources to know their strength, value, and worth - then maybe the adult version, "hold my beer" would be a lot less frequent.

Fathers matter greatly to their kids, and I'd wager it's one of the hardest callings in life - harder even than being a mom.  I feel like moms don't get the criticism dads do from the culture or from their kids.  Moms are affirmed, celebrated, held up, told they can do it all (though any of us who are moms know that's simply not true!  We just struggle through daily as best we can).  Dads are told they're not good enough, that they should spend more time at home, and conversely that they should make more money, that they don't know what they're doing with kids, that they're dangerous, that they play too rough... I could go on and on, but you get the picture.

I wonder... I'm not a dad myself, but I wonder... Do dads feel affirmed?  Are they supported?  Do they feel good enough, strong enough, valuable enough, worthy enough, to do the great task that they've been entrusted with - to be dads?  And if they don't believe, deep down, that they are enough, then how can they honestly pass on to their children true worthiness, strength, goodness, and value?

Pastor asked in church today (see Pastor, I was listening!) who we thought of when we thought of an example of a good dad.  The only one who popped to mind for me was God the Father.  Why would I want any other biblical character as my dad?  And as I type now, I'm processing the reason I think this, and it is because He is where I find my identity.  He tells me who I am.  I am His and He is mine, and nothing can change that.  I am uniquely designed by Him, a creation from his perfect imagination, redeemed by His sacrifice, loved unconditionally, unworthy because of my imperfection but worthy because of his unfailing grace.

Fathers, you can't be God to your children, but your love and example can point your kids to the Father who loves perfectly.  Happy Fathers Day, dads.  You are essential to your kids, and they need you desperately to help them figure out who they are.  Thank you for the herculean task you've undertaken, and may the Lord bless you and your efforts.

Friday, June 12, 2015

It's a BOY!!!

Today was the day! Meet Bitty Bear BOY Francl...

The profile.  And he's sucking his little fist - isn't he adorable!

May I present one of the two sweet feet
that has been kicking me lately.
According to his measurements, he's not a giant, but he's not small in the least either.  I was a little dismayed to hear that his head circumference at this point is in the 95th percentile.  I'm really hoping that measurement is more like 50% (or less!) by the time I deliver!  All of his other measurements were between 60% and 90%.  I guess we don't grow small boys around here. :)

His hands and arms were up by his head through
the whole ultrasound.

And he was a little wiggle worm, which was so
fun to see!
Ultrasounds are strangely magical to me.  My belly is growing, I'm feeling movement (or not on the early ultrasounds), and all we need to peek into the mystery is a little wand and a TV (and a doctor).  The images are either oddly like x-rays or (the 3-D ones) are so alien-like it's a little creepy... That is unless the alien is your alien.  

During this ultrasound I was struck by the miracle of life.  So many things have to perfectly align for a little life to result.  And then so very many things can go so dramatically wrong at any time.  That's true before birth, throughout the birth process, and all through life outside the womb.  It is only by God's amazing grace and through His incomprehensible design that any one of us is here at this moment.  Simply put - miracle.  What a privilege to be part of this miracle, and how grateful I am to be the mother to two healthy, happy kids, and one baby on the way.  Nothing is guaranteed.

Anyway, back to today...  Chase and I took Lily with to the ultrasound, and then afterwards (Chase had to go back to work) us girls did just a little shopping.  Primary on my shopping list was to get the "coming home" outfit.  I always like to get something that makes baby feel a little more "real" after we find out the gender.  With Lily I bought her a Cabbage Patch doll, with Connor I bought his crib bedding.  Here's what we got this time around...

The "coming home" outfit for Bitty Bear.
It's simple, a bit plain, and not exactly the bright, bold, all-boy outfit I thought we'd get.  Lily and I scoured the infant section of the only store we had time to stop at and came up with 5 solid choices (none of them the one you see above).  We picked one, then Lily had to go to the bathroom, and by the time we came back to the infant section I was over the outfit we'd picked.  I was feeling discouraged, because it was really (inexplicably) important to me to get the outfit today.  

Finally, just before leaving we breezed through the clearance rack and this little gem was tucked between two much more bold outfits.  The simplicity, soft tones of the white and gray color scheme, and most of all the message on the bib called out to me.  

Yes.  This is it.  This is what I want my Bitty Bear to remember all his life.  Every time we talk about bringing him home from the hospital, every time we talk about him at all, I want this truth spoken over him.  He is loved.

It's what I want each of my children to know, inherently.  I want for them to never question, or if they do to know the answer without having to voice the question.  I want security for them in that fact.  No matter what they do, no matter where they go, no matter if I agree with them or not, no matter how they look, no. matter. what.  They are loved.  It's simple, but so essential.  

So the outfit is bought, and it's perfect.  Hurray!  (And it was on clearance, and I had a coupon on top of that, AND I had a gift card on top of that.  Clearly it was meant to be!)

Finally, if you're wondering what 20 weeks pregnant me looks like, here you go...

20 weeks!
Happy weekend everyone, from the house of Francl - Chase, Steph, Lily, Connor, and baby brother (aka for now as Bitty Bear)!