Oatmeal is supposedly so good for you! My daughter loves it topped with whole milk yogurt, pecans, honey, hemp and blueberries and asks for it often. However, my one son will eat everything else around the oatmeal and leave that behind. I will eat mine, but sure as rain, about an hour later I have a stomach ache. I switched to steel cut thinking that could help, but nope, still happening. I will see about soaking it in whey overnight to see if that helps! Stay tuned!
We have come to a rough spot. My son is struggling. He has tics like squeaking, shouting out, slapping his leg, snapping, blowing raspberries. He has had mild tics before, but not like this. I have tried to get him some testing for educational setbacks, but this week I actually met with the team that will do the evaluation. The new teacher reports to me each day after school how his day went. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I can’t hear anymore. I have read the questionnaires written by some of the teachers. Can it really be that bad? He isn’t malicious. He is struggling. Is it my fault? I have been too intense. I have not done what I should have as a mother. He is insecure. Is there really a cure for Lyme? Am I not seeking answers hard enough. Was there really a bigger issue with the failure to thrive at 9 months or the seizure at 3? Am I too blind to see what is really ailing my son?
Lauren Daigle penned these words,
“Letting go of every single dream
I lay each one down at Your feet
Every moment of my wandering
Never changes what You see
I’ve tried to win this war I confess
My hands are weary I need Your rest
Mighty Warrior, King of the fight
No matter what I face, You’re by my side
When You don’t move the mountains I’m needing You to move
When You don’t part the waters I wish I could walk through
When You don’t give the answers as I cry out to You”
The next line is “I will trust. I will trust. I will trust in You.”
I’m not sure if I trust. This is too hard. There is too much hurt. Too many unanswered questions. Too many kids who don’t want to be his friend. Too many forms to fill out and questionnaires to answer. Too many rough days. Too much time that his brother and sister don’t get.
I want to trust. Want to trust in You.
I sat at the computer today and looked at my pregnant belly pictures. I laugh. I thought I would be a single missionary in Africa and not even a year after coming home from there I had two little babies growing inside of me. I see his smiling face again and again. Joyous, carefree little guy. Even through all the tests and pokes and weird diets he didn’t fight, he didn’t push back, he trusted me.
He trusted me.
I guess God trusted me too. I’m not sure if it was the best decision on His part tho….
I got to a random picture
I will praise You for you fearfully and wonderfully made my son. Marvelous are your works, and one of Your works in my son. My soul knows, but my heart fears.
So, I will fill out this stack of forms, I will dig through 8 years of educational and medical evaluations, I will continue to push the pediatrician for a referral, I will schedule an evaluation, I will continue to make gluten free, nutrient dense, homemade foods, I will continue to wash and rub his feet before bed and be sure he gets the supplements our practitioner recommended each morning, I will cherish the moments when he reaches for my hand or touches me, because touch can be overstimulating, I will keep the house clean, quiet, and low stimulating to assist him, I will loving correct him when his “tics” or words are out of line and give him the space he needs to decompress.
Because I love him.
Because, I do trust in You. You are the reason I can keep moving forward….Ps 119:105, a lamp, just a tiny bit of light for the next step.
We made it through our first week of school! Wahoo! Only a few meltdowns and impromptu nap sessions, but we made it! Today before we started I applied Brain Power to the back of everyones head (brain stem area). I have read a lot of good things about applying oils to this section and the bump in the back of the head so we tested it out and were happy with the results! The only downside was how distracted I got because my hands smelled so amazing and I wanted to keep stopping to breathe in the aroma!
My son was so awesomely cleaning up the bathroom while I was doing the dishes and he decided that I needed a little clean up too! My hair and shirt was glad that we use non-toxic Thieves cleaner! And at under $1/bottle he can clean up as much as he wants!
I love that Young Living packs a punch with its awesome valued starter pack! AND now you can get FREE laundry soap too! I love this soap and it is only a few cents more per load than the one that I used to buy from the store! It rates better on the EWG scale than my old soap too!
My daughter loves to share. Its actually pretty amazing how well she does it for her age. One thing I do not want her to share though is germs. Every September she picks up what all the kids at school are passing around. This fall we are fighting back with Immupower supplement. She doesn’t like the taste, but she likes not feeling yucky!
Got the kids out the door to school and then had to tackle this and an office project
…..prayer and Clarity oil
……ahhh, let’s do this!
Yep, I said it, “puke.”
Sorry, we have all been there!
I was nestled ever so comfortably in my bed last night and I heard a whimper coming from my daughters room. I waited……maybe she would fall back asleep.
The whimper turned into a cry and a “mamma!” How could I resist that? But my bed seemed so much more comfortable that usual, surely she would fall back asleep.
The cry turned into a wail…maybe my husband would attend to her needs…is this a new pillow top? Why is my bed so comfy?
Then the wail added the “MAMMA!” And just like the scene in the Llama Llama Red Pajama book, I headed quickly to her room.
I hadnt graced the door when I smelled it. You know that smell. So my weary eyes were wide-open by the acidic burning of puke smell.
I got her chunk-laden favorite blankie and lovey and sheets in the wash and headed back to a still wailing child. By this time she was pulling it from her curly hair and flicking it off her hands. I rushed her to a warm shower to aid in the cleanup and quickly into a fresh bed. But that wasnt the end of the story….
Did I get some in my mouth? What was that awful taste and smell? I scanned my clothes for remnants, wiped the floor clean, rubbed some fennel on my tummy and her feet and started a diffuser with lemon and Thieves to clean up the air.
By morning, the rest of the family could not tell in her demeanor nor by the lack of traces of puke smell that the events had transpired while they lay in dream land!
I have a tough outside job where I am lifting heavy items and on my feet most of the day. Lately I have noticed that my knee was inflamed and painful. I rubbed one drop of copaiba in and was amazed at how fast I found relief!
I woke up feeling awful! I had read about an “allergy bomb” made with one drop of lavender, one drop of lemon and one drop of peppermint. So I tried it! Wowza! It cleared up my clogged head instantly!