Wednesday, May 16, 2012


A couple of week's ago my son and daughter-in-law officially adopted their daughter, Bella, age 3. The change in her from the time they first had her, initially only weekends, has been incredible. She was so shy and intoverted it's had to imagine how she was then. She is the picture of happy and well-adjusted. In fact, go to my son, Tim's facebook page and see for yourself. The following poem is how I expressed my feelings commemorating her permanent adoption.

by Patty Lynn

A little girl so delicate
Neglected and alone,
No one to care, no one was there,
No home to call her own.

A foster child, she spent her days
Adjusting to her fate.
Withdrawn and shy, her time passed by,
All she could do was wait...

For someone she could really trust,
To be as they appeared,
Someone whose heart, right from the start,
Could wipe away her tears.

One wish, one dream would fill the thoughts
Of this sweet, darling girl.
She wished she had a mom and dad
Like others in this world.

So much had been denied her
In her short and stress-filled life.
Adjustments here, some changes there,
Would someone put it right?

And while she wished and waited
Two people hoped they'd be
Blessed with a tiny baby
No matter he, or she.

But God had different plans for them
A baby not to be.
It was with time and circumstance
His plan they both would see.

The two spent countless hours with her,
Hoped they could be just right,
The best two parents in the world
To love her day and night.

The cautious child was scared to love,
To open up and trust.
A life of constant changes,
Needing always to adjust.

But with each day their love grew strong,
They learned and loved together,
One tiny girl, a mom and dad
All three forever tethered.

On the occasion of the adoption of
Little Bella April 23, 2012

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Dreaded Meltdown!!

The other day when I was spending the afternoon with my grandsons, I experienced, first hand, the dreaded meltdown.  It was relatively unexpected as I had just picked them up from school.  I was sitting on the couch with Ian who was sooooo excited to see that his first pair of tie shoes had arrived in the mail.  Ian is the most independent of the twins, always wanting to master something new and reiterating his own personal mantra, "I want to do it myself!"  I get a kick out of this as his mom was the same way, never wanting any help either.  So I suppose we can conclude that independence begets independence.

This darling little cuss informed me from the beginning of this episode that he didn't need any help from me and that he knew how to tie his shoes himself.
As he struggled to make the two loops, his method not mine, I offered to take the other shoe and step by step walk him through the process.  I was told in no uncertain terms that my help was NOT needed but as he attempted to put one loop through the wrong little hole, well, all you know what ensued.  He pulled and the bow he expected fell apart did he.

After inconsolable crying and flailing about saying that he should just know how to do it, no practicing required and so on and so on and so on, I told him he would have to calm down if he was going to make any progress and to let me know when he was done. I then suggested having a snack and watching a program and forgetting about tying his shoes for now and sure enough, he got into Grandma's applesauce and the storm was successfully quieted.  The following is a poetic attempt at telling Ian's story.

by Patty Lynn

"It takes some time to learn new things."
That's what his Grandma said.
But wanting so to tie his shoes,
Her grandson cried instead.

The boy was inconsolable.
He couldn't catch his breath.
His Grandma couldn't calm him down,
His sadness had such depth.

The instant skill of tying shoes,
He thought he just should know.
To try and fail, no option this,
And practicing, NO GO.

So Grandma said, "Let's have a snack,
Forget the shoes for now.
I'll sit with you while you calm down.
Then I will teach you how."

Reluctantly, the boy agreed
And in a little while,
He ate his snack and calmed right down,
And then said with a smile,

"I'll watch you, Gram, and do the same.
"I'll watch you, yes, I will.
I understand I have to LEARN
To tie my shoes with skill.

"I'll practice 'til I get it down
And someday soon I'll be
An expert who can tie my shoes.
That Velcro's not for me!