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"Nothing is impossible. The word itself says, "I'm possible"! ~Audrey Hepburn

Thursday, February 21, 2013

A few times a week at least, I remind one or another of my children, when they say, "I can't . . . ", that anything is possible. When they argue the point - for example, "man cannot fly, mom!" - I hop onto the internet and show them a video of "Jet Man" on TED Talks. "Still, he cannot fly by himself, mom", they say. "Yes, that is true," I respond, "But the point wasn't that he could do it by himself, the point is that he can do it!

And such is life - we cannot do anything by ourselves. If you believe in a God, which we do, without a doubt, and you understand His nature, you understand that He has given us the air we breath, the strength to carry on, and the means wherewith to do whatever we can imagine. The point never was whether we could do something incredible by ourselves, the point is that we can do incredible things, with whatever help is necessary.

My daughter has taken quite an interest to pinterest. I have two very conflicting feelings about this. But that is not what this post is about . . . . On the plus side she finds these incredible quotes. She never fails to run and find me to share them with me (such as, most recently, the title of this post). Why? She feels something when she reads them. Likewise, I feel a strong desire to share things with others that have impacted my mind or my heart. Also, she knows that I will appreciate them, every bit as much as she does. Why? Because I have taught her what I value . . .

I believe in happily ever afters. I believe in fairy book endings. I believe we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. I believe we have little understanding of our potential. I believe in the goodness of humanity. I believe in a power above my own. I believe in a Maker with a plan. I believe that war can cease to exsist. I believe that no one need go hungry. I believe that suffering can be comforted and the helpless can become hopeful. I believe that we are what we think we are, and we can become whatever we dream we can. I believe in impossible missions and unlimited purpose. I believe we are our brothers keepers. I believe that we are instruments in the hands of God.

And even though most days I feel my words fly like pollen blown too hard over tiny flowers, passing right by my intended target, they are getting through. Those tiny, sunshine-colored molecules of hope are fulfilling their intended purpose - to fertilize young minds in preparation for greatness. That is what I believe lies in my children - in all children - greatness - the capability to change the world. Not in some abstract way, but real one-person-can-change-the-world change. And even if they choose never to believe me, never to open their hearts and their minds to this idealistic vision I carry, they will, with certainty know, that they had a mother who believed in impossible dreams. That alone may be enough.






family night {on wheels}

Wednesday, August 8, 2012






























Saturday night swim

Sunday, August 5, 2012

One of our most favorite ways to spend a Saturday evening is at the pool. 
No matter how much we scrub, we cannot seem to erase the summer from the boys feet. 
A couple of hours in the pool takes care of that. 
After we are done everyone hops in the showers (no arguments to be had - you see, when children turn a certain age they seem to think that they never need a shower). 
We change the wee ones right into their p.j.'s and home we head, tuckered out, nice and squeaky clean, all ready for Sunday morning and fresh church clothes. 
Oh, yes! And sometimes if we are really lucky dad will buy a little treat from the vending machine. 





 ready for bed!







buskers

Tuesday, July 24, 2012



Darren has always wanted to take the kids to see the street performers in Victoria, so Saturday afternoon off we went to the International Buskers Festival. 


























 Emma - wearing one of my new hats, while I wore the other.



Plaster Man. 

This guy was so great. He really, REALLY looked just like a statue, so much so that our kids went right up to him thinking he was. Noelle even struck a poise right beside him. Me, not knowing she didn't know he was a real live man, thinking that was very out of character for her to be so brave and bold and silly. Then Emma followed after and touched his hand. Now I was really surprised, and I said, "Emma, don't touch him! He is a real man!" Both she and Noelle looked at me like I must be joking, and when they realized I was serious they both grew giggly and clung to my arms, very red in the face. We all had a good long laugh!


 Noelle - imitating Plaster Man











I attempted to get a family photo -

Take 1

Take 2

Take 3

 Take 4

And finally, with the sun in everyone's eyes,
realizing this was going to be as good as it was going to get -

Take 5
At least they are all looking in the same direction.

 Tired Tate






We always have to throw pennies into the fountain, while downtown Victoria.

After watching some performances we walked around the market. I found some earrings -




a ring -

and the hats, mentioned above, to keep the sun off my face.

  One more stop for ice cream cones and sundaes and then we drove on home to bed. 

The weather was perfect. 
The company was cute. 
The Buskers were truly entertaining. 
Some of their jokes were not quite so great for wee ones, but for the most part they were pretty clean. 
Anything that was said went right over my children's heads, which I was thankful for. 

Thanks Victoria. We had a great time.