Who your family is, is who you want it to be

**for my children**
Today I received an email from my aunt, sharing with me a conversation she had with her daughter at bedtime.  It seems Miss K, who is slightly younger than my Doodlebug, was talking about me and kept referring me as Aunt Lisa. My aunt tried again to explain to K that I was her cousin even though I was much older than her other cousins and that my mom was really her aunt. K stated very clearly that she knew that already. I imagine it sounded a lot like “duuuhhh mom, I know that!” Then she asked if she could just call me “Aunt Lisa” because she likes me that way. My aunt, the woman who I have called my “other mother” for 35 years and still call on Mother’s Day even though she now has a child of her own, she turned to K and said:
“sure Lisa gets to be whatever you want her to be for you…”
I wish I could have hugged her. I know it seems like an insignificant thing but to have her let her daughter take control of the kind of relationship she wants to have with me, or anyone else, is wonderful!
I take my kids to visit family. I use proper “titles”. I teach them to write thank you notes. I assist them in making phone calls. I send pictures and updates. I do my part, as their parent, to make the initial connection available.
The rest is up to them and the other person. If they “click” – great. If not – fine. There comes a time, however, when I have to step back, the connection has been made, the seed planted and it becomes my child’s job to water it (and the other person). This is the moment where my child will learn to feed their own family garden. As they grow, they will learn that some flowers never bloom. Sometimes, you have to plant seeds from other garden’s flowers and take them into your garden, as your family. It’s a tough lesson, but one that must be learned.

Tending your garden of relationships is so hard. It can be heartbreaking. Watering the seedling for years and never seeing growth. That is when God sends the wind, carrying a seed to our garden, becoming our family. The family He has chosen for us even if it’s not “from our garden”. It is so important to me that my kids know that family is more than just the people you were born to, and that sometimes, even if you water it right and feed it and give it sunshine and love – it just won’t grow.

And that’s okay.
Because somewhere you have an “aunt” that isn’t your aunt, a grandma that is really a neighbor, and  a sister that you’ve never met, all growing strong in your family garden.
Make your family, with the seeds God blew your way. Don’t plow the seedlings under, but feed what blooms; and plant your seeds in gardens that will water you.

 
 

I'm going. I'm STILL shocked.

The Relevant Conference: I'm Going!
I am going to a blogging conference.
Not just ANY conference.
I’m going to Relevant 11!
It all happened so fast.  I woke up, saw tweets about it and for the most part ignored them.  See, I couldn’t afford to go so I hadn’t really bothered to pay attention to any of the conferences going on this year. Besides, going to a blogging conference would either confirm that I’m nuts or it would force people to see that I take blogging seriously.  Or Both.
But then my friends were going. Then they were going and staying together and giggling and tweeting and it was going to be so.much.fun.
So I got a little jealous. I didn’t say it, but I was.
Then Cassie asked me if I’d go if I had a sponsor. Uhhh,  yea, maybe, I dunno.
Like I could or would get a sponsor.  I’m a LITTLE blog. I’m just a mom. I’m nothing special. I’m just a girl, a girl in the body of a woman, doing her best to love her husband, her God, her children, and finding solace in sharing her life with a handful of readers.
At 1 am, nursing the baby, I saw her text message. It was Cassie, asking me again if I would go if I had a sponsor for my ticket.
The next 15 hours or so are a blur. Lots of crying. Hugging. Praying.
See, Cassie wanted to sponsor me. Herself.
And she did. She sponsored my ticket to Relevant 11. She said I was important, and special and that I did deserve to be there.
I’m still crying about it.
And I want to pay it forward. So I’ve decided to try and raise funds for my sister to go with us.
Anything from my Artfire shop or Design sales go towards her ticket. I sold my changing table which gives us $35.  My friend Laurie is donating the proceeds from the sale of The Red Thread.
I can remember praying after Cassie asked me the first time “would you go if”. I remember asking God to just let me know if I was supposed to go, if He wanted me there, and I would do whatever needed to be done to get there.
I’m not sure how we’re going to make it actually happen. Peanut would have to be done with nursing or he’d have to come.  That would mean Mr. B would have to come.  I’m not going to sweat about it.
Seems I’m supposed to go. So I’m sure the details will work out just fine.
I still just can’t believe it.
Thank you Cassie. Thank you.