Yoo-googlies

My parents left.

My mom was here for an entire month after Carter was born and my dad was here this last week. We are very sad to see them go. When we told Matthew that they had to go, he said, “No! Matthew’s house!”

We had such a good time with them and it’s not because my mom is Mary Poppins. It’s not just because she does all of our laundry (which is a full time job for a family of 7) or because she gets up with the kids and feeds them breakfast while we sleep in, or because she paints the girl’s fingernails and reads to them and rocks the baby or because she spends the afternoons with them while I take a nap or because she keeps them while Josh and I go on a date to see G.I. Joe with Spanish subtitles – which is not the same as the Transformers, but if you’re a good wife, you already knew that.

Nope. It’s for lots of other reasons like the fact that she and my dad love our kids in a way I only hope I can when we have grandchildren of our own. We all feel loved. Not to be morbid or anything, but one day when Josh preaches at my mom’s funeral I want him to say, “We knew how much she loved us”. Why don’t we say these things before people die, like when they can actually hear us?? I think we should all have our eulogy (pronounced Yoo-goo-glee) before we die, you know, so we can hear it and all. But I’m post – partum and sleep deprived, so it may be wise to take what I say with a grain of salt. Maybe.

But since I am post-partum and a little cray-cray, I’ll tell you that at my Dad’s funeral, I want Josh to say, “He made us laugh and laugh and laugh”. He taught me to be so funny – I know y’all know what I’m talking about. I know you have been wondering where I got my stellar sense of humor… Now you know. It’s in my genes. I mean, I can’t even help it sometimes… For reals.

He also gave me a love for music. And animals – although I’ve temporarily abandoned this love, since I have 5 little people at the moment. It kind of trumps other hobbies and stuff.  He made me think I could do anything I wanted to do. He made me believe in myself. I hope to give this gift to my children.

I think we should all give each other eulogies yoo – googlies whenever we can. We should tell people how we feel. We may not always have the chance.

Mom and Dad, we are so thankful to have you in our lives. You love us so well. You support and respect our decisions as parents (and missionaries). You love our children. They miss you everyday. I don’t discount the sacrifice you have made  and are making for us to follow the Lord’s calling on our lives – a calling that takes your children and grandchildren very far away. You have submitted to His will with grace and a great trust in His plan – even when you don’t understand. We see it. Our children see it.

Don’t worry, I’ll say all this at your Yoo-googlies.

 

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We love you,

Emily, Josh, Anne Elise, Ava, Jak, Matthew and Carter

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10 thoughts on “Yoo-googlies

  1. Emily that is one amazing mom you have there! Such an amazing force to have in your life. I was so happy to read about you appreciating your Mom but not enough people do and that makes me sad because I miss my Mom with my whole being. Another thing I miss terribly is you, Josh and the kids. Even though it hurts to miss you all I am so very proud of you, very very proud. 🙂 xo, Aunt D

  2. I’m sobbing. I have been in a “funk” since I left. You’d think a month would be enough. It is not! You’d think my wonderful bed would make me glad to be home. It didn’t.
    “Do you know how much I love you?”
    “Yes”, they said.

  3. Emily, I LOVED reading this! I agree that it seems “odd” to wait until it’s too late to tell people how much they mean to you! What a great reminder to me today to tell my loved ones how much I love them…..or you-googlies! Love it! Prayers to you and your precious family! (& to your fabulous parents who I remember as being wonderful, sweet people from our college days!)

  4. So I don’t know you, but just read one of your other blogs (which was great btw) but I saw the title of this and I HAD to read it because I JUST watched Zoolander….that’s all! 🙂

  5. I felt this way about adoption. My husband is from Cameroon. We were unable to make enough money there to support his siblings (whose parents had died) there so we moved back to the States with the intention to adopt and bring 3 of his sisters here. We did that and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But all anyone ever said to me was “Oh it must be so nice to have the extra help around the house!” WHAT?!? Are you kidding me? Anyway, I lived in Cameroon for a year with him before we came back to the States and it was soooooo difficult. No washer/dryer. No CHEESE!!! (not the kind I liked anyway). Some weird version of very fresh meat I wasn’t accustomed to. No fast food (though I did lose a ton of weight). I used to have a very “romantic” idea of what “laying myself down on the altar” would look like or feel like. Truth is, when you’re really making a sacrifice….you want to run like heck the other way and pray to God that you never get yourself in such a “sacrificial” mess again. And then, it’s hard to talk about it with people, because they are like “well, you CHOSE it for yourself.” No, actually, I felt the same as you….that it was my destiny, my purpose, my calling to adopt because we were all they had at the time. And in reality, even after you do what you know/think is right, there are no angels serenading you through each tough moment where you’re just ready to throw up your hands and give up. And then when you call it a day and look back on your “sacrifice” you still yet may not feel the “It is finished, well done my good and faithful servant” finality of it all. You may just feel kind of like “God, is this making a difference? Did I make a difference?” Anyway, I’m pregnant with my 5th child and was looking up 5th child birth stories….and came across your blog. I think it’s awesome – what you’re doing in God’s service but I certainly understand the fears/risks associated. My husband and I are thinking about moving back to Cameroon with our children for a business venture. We’ll see.

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