The NorMel House

What is in a name? So many things come to mind; you might think of someone you know with the same name or be given an impression without even meeting the person. Do you consider the meaning of a #name ? The importance of being named? I do. Knowing someone's name can make that person more "real" to you; especially the #stillborn or #miscarried people. They are people, just little babies. Tomorrow, had my Miya made it to term, she would have been 6. I think about her alot. I think about all #preborn babies alot. I didn't choose to #lose my #children so I look forward to seeing each beautiful one again someday. October is #Pregnancy and #Infant #Loss #Awareness month. So many women #grieve in silence, whether they had no choice or they made a choice they now regret. Show #love , #grace and #support for those who suffer this loss; losing a child is not, and should never be, an easy or chosen thing.

I'm not a morning person. Much better than I used to be but still,  I need that time. I hit snooze (only once because hearing anything more than once, that early, gets annoying.) Amidst cracking and popping sounds I stretch out each limb. Most days praying it all will hold when I attempt to stand up. Most mornings prayer really is the first thing going through my mind. 'Let this body work right today.' If I take my time, it gets there eventually. However, on occasion, I'm repeating that prayer from the floor, or back on the bed. I'm not complaining, it is what it is; we all have our own things to deal with in life. Still, it forces me to start my day in the right place: Prayer. Sometimes I'm humming or singing by the time the daytime kids show up, but more often I'm listening to someone else sing or speak of God. I like that time. Starting the day with God is a blessing. In a way that makes my "cross" a blessing. God promises to turn all thin...

It's amazing to see the 3 year old mind at work. You try and teach them things; read the Bible and pray with them, sing songs and try teach them things like the alphabet, counting, colors and so much more. And then you hear them saying things or talking while playing or "teaching" their younger siblings and you realize what they've absorbed or mentally worked out or the conclusions they've drawn on their own. It amazes me, it makes me laugh, and sometimes even makes me cry. I've been going through the beginning of the Bible to try teach them and I'm so proud of my little daytime 3 year old! We just had a long conversation where we talked about God and she told me about the bad snake in the garden. Hearing what she said and the things she's understood may have got my eyes watering... or as she would say "my tears were coming!" Children are such a precious blessing and I pray I'll be a blessing to all my little daytime kiddos. I hope that e...

I'm not sure what to say. I've been absent from here for a while; life has been so very busy. Lots of emotional moments and so much going on. Yet somehow I'm still not sure what to write about. A myriad of emotions and thoughts and my mind has changed so many times. Norm has been gone alot but I joined him on one of his trips and we had a mini vacation. We got back in time to start and have now finished taking the P.R.I.D.E. course through CAS. Daycare kids and schedules have changed. A neice was born and baptized. Schedule changed again. Xena came in heat and I'm sure Roxie will too soon. There's so much more to say, but I think I'll sign off for now... children dawdling over their lunch should probably be encouraged to finish. The Mel in NorMel House, anything but normal.

Today I made a little white Angel Baby Sack. Because there are all kinds of mothers. Good moms (like mine), bad moms, moms of moms, moms that have their arms full and moms that have emptyarms. This little white bedding is made in case a mom has to lay their little one to rest. Today I mourned the loss of so many more than my own little babies. I thought and prayed for the mother's who said good bye to their children before they were ready.  The little blue bed was for another little boy who was laid to rest this past week. We're never ready to lose our children. We're never ready to lose our moms either. I thought and prayed for those who lost their moms today too. But I don't know what that feels like. I do know what it feels like to bear a child, hold that child in your hands and then have to lay that child in the ground. And although I can't say or do anything to take away the incredible hurt that causes I can try provide something soft and beautiful to la...

This past week another little child went to heaven. A woman held her little boy after being pregnant for nearly 20 weeks. Her and her husband held him, named him, cried over him. His siblings drew him pictures and made presents to put in his tiny little casket. This little child will be buried but never forgotten. My heart breaks with them. And I will continue to pray for them. We live in a broken world and death is a sad and horrible result of sin. There's nothing we can say or do to make that heartache any easier. But knowing that we'll see them again is comforting knowledge. God has our little ones safely in His Hands. He will keep them safe and we will see them again