The Big Apple and the Little Pups

We just returned from our annual trip to Broadway Monday afternoon. We saw eight shows and they were all wonderful in different ways. It was one of the best years for musicals and big name stars, that we've seen lately. Before we went, I was worried about leaving Dipity who would be due with her puppies while we were gone, so I hadn't gotten too excited about what we were seeing, but the shows were outstanding. We saw, "The Addams Family", "La Cage", "Memphis", "A Little Night Music", "Come Fly With Me", "Lend Me a Tenor", "Million Dollar Quartet", and "Promises, Promises." Sean Hayes, who is from Glen Ellyn, came out to talk to us, as well as many other stars, including the entire cast of "Lend Me a Tenor". Backstage tours after the show are great.

At home, Dipity went into labor, so during "Million Dollar Quartet" and "Promises, Promises" my phone would vibrate, but I couldn't answer the texts or see the pictures that were being sent to me until intermission or after the shows. Thanks to our wonderful tech Jennifer, and Katy and Kitty who came to hold her paw, Dip had seven healthy pups on Sunday. Three girls and four boys, and we were thrilled and couldn't wait to get home. Monday we flew home, and after the airlines getting us here a half an hour late, we rushed to the hospital to see our momma and her new pups, only to sadly find out that fifteen minutes before we got there, she had accidentally crushed one of the little boys. Dipity was thrilled to see us, and was very proud of her kids, in spite of losing one, which she didn't understand. We got them home safely, and have been on puppy watch non-stop ever since. She has been a very good momma, except she keeps trying to encircle her pups under her to keep them safe, thus why the one was crushed. They are getting bigger everyday, so I hope soon they will be able to fend for themselves once their eyes open. Now they just blindly climb over each other which is pretty funny to watch, but then I might just be slap happy from lack of sleep.Steve and I have been taking turns making sure she doesn't lay on another one. Getting only three hours a sleep a night is taking its tow for sure. They are all growing and today got their little tails cuts and dew claws removed. This was taken before they got their little tails cut.

Aren't they adorable? Tomorrow they make their first trip to the lake where many of the neighbors want to see them. Our friend, John, is coming for the weekend, and Rob and Katy are coming too, so I hope I can get some sleep so we can enjoy the weekend. And it could get cooler, too. 100 degree heat index outside, with a heat lamp on the pups inside is too much heat for me!

Father's Day, the Fourth of July, and America

We have been working all week, and playing on the weekends at the lake. Katy was up three weekends and Rich came up twice. My parents were up for Father's Day, and here is my Dad sporting his new outfit.
My Dad's was doing better, thus his smile. Unfortunately, my cousin's husband died before Father's Day, and our prayers are with her and her daughters. It was much too sudden for them all.

Rich and Katy tried out the new double tube, went jet skiing, and we got Rich skiing really well. They also went to a Dave Mathews concert on July 3rd. They are such a cute and happy couple "in love". I think they are perfect for each other. This weekend was their 9 month anniversary. I can't even remember how many years I've been married, but they are counting months. Hopefully, they will share their love for years too.
We also saw our good friends Mickey and Chris one weekend, and our friends/builders, Audrey and Fred. And on the fourth, Eric, Steve's brother, introduced us to his new girlfriend, Vickie that he has been dating for about a month. Steve's youngest sister, Kathy and her husband came by on their scooters on the fifth. Rob and a crowd of people who work with him at Harry Carey's came up then too, just before we all left to go back to the boring reality of work. Rob and his friends all had to work on the fourth, and were making jokes about the "Uninvited" that end up in a bar on a holiday, because no one invited them to a barbecue or picnic. It is pretty sad when you think about it, but it made for some funny stories. All of these young adults have college degrees, but can't find jobs in their area of study. So much for "hope and change".

Our little neighborhood always has its own golf cart Fourth of July parade. I so wish Anni and Evy could have been apart of it. Little kids get all dressed up, and throw candy to the onlookers. So sweet and patriotic. I could really go on a rant about how scared I am that soon our great country will no longer be free. I think that our president, who grew up in Indonesia, has never felt how exceptional our country is because he never had the feeling of pride celebrating our country's birth as a child. Instead, he was raised by Marxist parents, and searched out Marxist professors while in college, all according to his own writings. Thus, he and his radical left progressives are trying to destroy the greatest country that has ever existed.

Our history has not been taught as it occurred, but has been changed to blame America for the world's ills. I'm not saying we have been perfect, but we have grown and changed because of the liberty that was given us in our Constitution. I just finished reading "The Help", which is a book about the black maids that raised the white rich children in Mississippi. It is an eye opening book, that shows how those who were courageous stood for liberty, and changed what was wrong in the South. And at the same time this would have been going on, Sen. Bryd, the oldest serving senator was filibustering the civil rights bills that the Republicans were trying to pass in the sixties. Yet when this pass KKK leader died this week, both President Clinton and Obama praised this man???? Blacks today vote Democratic over 90% of the time. Why? King was a Republican. As a teenager, I listened to his "I have a dream" speech, and have always tried to judge people by the content of their character, yet the two New Black Panther members who were terrorizing voters last election, were just let go of all charges. And one of them is on tape saying he "hates all white people, and all the crackers should be killed".

Besides what is purposefully being done to destroy the economy in this country, our freedoms are under attack. I only pray that people are waking up, and that this will not be the last Fourth of July little children celebrate the freedoms their country has given them. Unless something is done to turn this around soon, these little children will be slaves to the debt that this generation is creating for unions and entitlement programs, all for the sake of power, not liberty! I guess I ranted anyway, but I can't help it that I feel we are living in a very scary time. Before the election, I felt like we were living through the rise of Hitler all over again, and people were just not paying attention to what was really being said. I think many are waking up, but I just hope it is not too late. Pretty soon, more than half of all Americans and illegal aliens will not be paying any taxes, while those who make the economy work will be paying for everything. They will settle for an entitlement instead of freedom. "1984" and "Animal Farm"should be taught in every English class, but it is not. "Atlas Shrugged" again.

Glen Beck has written a new fictional novel called, "The Overton Window", which he actually calls a factional novel, since there are many real facts in it. It is not the best written book, but it does detail what has been happening to our country. The Overton window is an advertising term that explains how propaganda is used to sway public opinion on certain things. You won't accept things on either side of the window, but you can be nudged one way or another until you accept something you never would have before, as the window moves to "their" end. It is very interesting to see how the window has certainly moved by the media and politicians in my lifetime! He has special "Founders Fridays" to teach the truth about this country's founders as described in their own words. He does this all in an attempt to change the window back were it should be, smaller government and more freedom! And where Sen Byrd was a racist KKK leader, not a great supporter of freedom in the Senate! My how history is constantly being rewritten by those in power, and we will be reliving history if we have not learned the lessons from our past.

I just hope I can leave my children and grandchildren the great country that my parents left me. A country where we accept the help of other countries on day three to clean up an oil disaster, instead of pandering to unions and letting the oil ruin our economy and environment so we can pass an outrageous tax and trade bill! A country where our immigration laws are upheld, not sued. Where all of our Supreme Court justices uphold the Second Amendment, and not a country where four of them think we can't have guns to protect us from their tyranny. (Our next justice doesn't even think it is her job to protect the Declaration of Independence! Are you kidding me????)

Enough, I have said my piece. I enjoyed my holidays with friends, missed family members who could not be there, and lose much sleep that our country is slipping away, but I pray every night because I do trust in God! And I do think this country was formed by religious men who felt that God had helped them win their liberty to show the rest of the world His power and grace. If we can keep God in our country, He will not forsake us. If we can't pray in our schools, or post the Ten Commandments in our courts, how do we expect God to hear us when we have shut Him out. I say lets start inviting Him back, and fast! And Mr. President, we are a Christan nation as formed. We tolerate others' religious rights, but don't deny ours! God bless us who still love you...

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Blessings

Once again I have been constantly reminded how blessed I am. Why did this become so evident? Here are a few things that have made me aware of God's goodness in my life in comparison to some of my dear friends and relatives.

1. Last weekend two of my dear friends and I went to see "Over the River and Through the Woods", a wonderful play that I directed a few years back for WDI. Both of these women helped me. One was my Production Manager, the other my star. We went to dinner before the play. My star has had a terrible two years. Her wonderful husband fell the same month my Mother did when she still lived in Collinsville. My Mother had a concussion, but was fine. She truly is a hard headed German, since she has fallen and hit her head many times since then. But my star's husband hit his head once, and has never been the same. He has had to live in a convalescent home ever since. She goes to feed him every day, even though he can't really understand time, or follow a conversation. He has fallen and broke his hip since he has been there, too. Her final speech in the play about taking care of her husband took an entirely different meaning since the time we had done the show. I don't know if I would have the strength to be the woman she is. My other friend, had lost her husband many years ago to cancer. I am so lucky.

2. Just last week, my office manager and I were discussing how much we have to do to deal with our parents. About two days later, her Father died suddenly. I couldn't go to the funeral because my Father called and thought he was passing a kidney stone. I couldn't get him in to see the doctor before the weekend, so he said he would just try to pass it. On Monday, he called me to take him to the ER. While we were there, another woman my age was in the room next to us with her Father who was having great trouble breathing, and he had pnemonia. After four hours of tests, my Father had a simple UTI, and with antibiotics would be fine. So now we are looking forward to taking him to the lake for Father's Day on Sunday. What will these other women be doing?

3. When I was growing up, one set of my cousins were favored by my Grandmother. Their Father was her favorite son. They lived in Texas and for awhile in England, which makes for a very strange accent! The few times they visited Grandma, she lavished her love on them, and the cousins who lived here always felt slighted. Now with the wisdom of age, I realize it was because she never saw them, and there was no Internet to connect with them. Anyway, my girl cousin that was my age, was my arch rival as a child, but now we have become email buddies, and have even met up in New York and Chicago for some great visits. I really love her now, ironically. And now, I pray for her. Over the years, she has lost both of her parents to cancer, and now her brave husband has been battling bladder cancer for a couple of years. He is a neurosurgeon himself, and has saved many people, I'm sure, but just this week, we found out that modern medicine can't save him. The cancer has moved to his liver, and the doctors told her point blank, that there is nothing they can do but put him into hospice! Today I received an email from her saying he is no longer receiving guests. Steve and I had a similar scare when he was first diagnosed with MS. They told us they weren't sure if it was ALS or MS. One is certain death, and the other was manageable. Again, I was blessed to have the husband that was saved. She has a few hours or days left with her husband.

4. Whenever I turn on the news, we see the suffering of the people who live in the Gulf that have lost their livelihoods, or the people whose homes have been flooded from all the storms. I have two beautiful homes. Our only problem this week is some water in the basement and a family of raccoons in the attic that had to be caught. The other home is perfect.

5. I have three wonderful children that I often worry about, but they are all healthy and alive. Many of my friends have already lost a child.

I know there are many other things I should be down on my knees in gratitude for, but these are the blessings that have become very obvious to me in the last two weeks. And besides the personal blessings, we are all thrilled that the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup after 49 years! (Some comic relief). In reality, I feel like the lyrics of the "Sound of Music" song again. "I must have done something right"....., but I don't know what. However, I am very grateful that God has chosen me for some reason to be so blessed......thank you, Lord!

Sisters

This past weekend my Aunt Jerry flew up from Florida to visit my Mother, her sister. We all went up to the lake house for a nice family bonding weekend. My Mother had been looking forward to seeing her little sis for months. I'm sure they both realize that Mom can't make it to Florida again, as we had some difficulty just getting her up to the lake. There is about 14 years difference in their ages, I believe. Rob, Katy and Rich all came up to spend the weekend too, which made it a really special visit. We played pool on the new table, we played the name game, a family favorite invented by Jason, and ate great food.

I am an only child, and always thought I would love to have a sister. I know when you are younger, jealousy occurs between siblings, but as you reach adulthood, the closeness of having a sister is a bond I will never have, even though I have had some great friends I wish were my sisters. Roxi and Katy have that special bond, and even Anni and Evy will have shared memories of a life in Africa together, that others can never completely understand. My Mom and Aunt Jerry have a bond of a long life in St. Louis before they each moved to new cities far away from each other.

My Aunt Jerry is one of the greatest people I know. She is witty, beautiful, kind, and just plain fun to be with. Even at my wedding, Steve's groomsmen wanted to pickup my aunt in her long, sexy purple dress. I do see her every January when we go to Florida for a DVM convention, and about every other year, she has joined us in NYC for our Broadway trip. My Mother use to be able to go to NYC, too, but no more. Thus, I was thrilled when Aunt Jerry said she would come visit us, and I was grateful that we could entertain her and my Mom at the lake. I don't know if this will be their last visit together, I certainly hope not. Hopefully they can both come to a future wedding for Rob or Katy, or come see Roxi return from Africa. But for now, we made some great memories for two great sisters.

We also celebrated Rich fantastic score of 34 on his test for medical school. Now he just has to hope the health care bill gets repealed so he doesn't have to work for the government.

We had Data for two weeks so she could get groomed, and Dip was thrilled that Rob came to take her home again. They are step-sisters in the dog world, but there is no love shared between them. In fact, they have a hate relationship! And they proceeded to fight when Steve yelled after the overtime score of the Blackhawk game Friday night. Of course on Sunday, the Blackhawks won again, thus for the first time since the 1960's have a chance to win the Stanley Cup this next week.

I just want to thank everyone who took the time to come for the sister reunion. Wonderful memories were made by all. We even tried to skype with Roxi again, so she and Katy could visit too. They could see us, but we could only hear them which again was disappointing, yet amazing that we could even hear them half a world away. Sure wish I had a sister though, so if someone wants to be my sister, let me know.

Some Random Thoughts on Moms and Mother's Day

Here is a picture of the gifts I received from two of my children for Mother's Day. The purple flowers were from Katy, and the bamboo plant from Rob! I also got to skype with Roxi and Anni on Mother's Day. After Katy's flowers came, Steve and I drove up to the lake house after picking up Rob from the train in Harvard. On Saturday we had had lunch at Macaroni Grill with my Mother and Dad , to celebrate her birthday and Mother's Day combined. I am so lucky to have my Mother still alive, and to have three loving, bright, healthy children. A mom's dream come true is to have her children make her proud everyday, and mine do just that! As I have said before, I often feel like my children are teaching me, rather than the other way around.

Although I'm sure we only have a Mother's day to make the card companies and florists rich, it is nice that for a day, we can relay to the most important person in our life what we feel all year long. At least that is the Hallmark idea, right? After all, your mother gave birth to you after hours of labor, went through nine months of getting fat for you, and then proceeded never to let you forget it!

Motherhood has so many myths surrounding it, doesn't it? When you first find out you are pregnant you are either thrilled beyond belief or scared out of your mind. It all depends on if you wanted to be a mother, or if you are ready to be a mother. Women are all ages and are all in different stages of their lives when they get the news that they will be a MOTHER! The miracle, the blessing of a child is God's greatest gift. To have a little piece of immortality growing inside of you is so awesome and terrifying at the same time. The sudden weight of the responsibility of not only giving birth to a healthy baby, but then to raise it to adulthood without harm or damage. After all, if the child grows up to have any problems, the first thing the shrink will ask is,"what kind of Mother did you have?" We can't win, it is always our fault, right? A Mother's guilt is our own destructive tool. We either feel guilty, or we try to make our offspring feel guilty. Maybe it is the curse of Eve.

And with all this responsibility, there comes no direction manual, no guidance, no real relief. For at least the next 18 years, the child is stuck with you wandering around trying not to make the same mistakes you thought your mother made raising you. I guess that is why most of us somehow grow up just fine. Blind luck. Each generation tries to be better than the last, yet those old tapes play in our heads, and at some point or another, we hear our mother's words that we promised we'd never say to our children, coming right out of our own mouths!

The fantasy of motherhood and the reality collide at different times for each of us, but they do collide! We all grow into being the best mom we can differently. The bond between a child and their mother should be a sacred, loving bond, that is sometimes challenged, but because of the unconditional love we have for our own child, it can never be broken.

That has been my experience with my Mother and with being a mother. However, everyday we see the emptiness when one part of the bond doesn't hold up their end. Poverty, drugs, even death separate mothers and children all the time. Even wealth can be as destructive as poverty. People sending their children off to camps and boarding schools for someone else to nurture their own. Katy witnessed this a few years back when she went to the Sail Caribbean camp with wealthy kids from the Hamptons. One poor boy was not allowed to go home when the ship docked, because without consulting him, his parents had signed him up for another three weeks. I can't even imagine that loneliness that child must have felt. And as a mom, I couldn't wait to pick Katy up from the airport because I had missed her so, and it was the first time she had been away from home for three weeks.

For me, one of the greatest thrills about being a mom is watching how each little child develops into its own person with dreams and goals you couldn't even imagine for him or her.

And the next most amazing thing, is to watch your child become a mother in her own right, to watch the next generation become an amazing child of God. I hope I can live long enough to see great-grandchildren, like my parents have seen, but I got started so late in life with the whole motherhood thing, I don't know if I can hang around long enough to realize that dream without being a burden on my children. Time will tell, I guess. I know my parents are so proud to see my children and the next generation achieve things they never even imagined.

Yes, Motherhood is a wonderful miracle, a God given gift, despite the pain and tears that sometimes come with it. Even though there are mistakes, misunderstandings, fears, and confusion on both sides of motherhood. There is also unconditional love, forgiveness, laughter, and comfort whether we are the mother's arms, or if we are in a mother's arms. For this I am doubly grateful, and I feel sorry for those who either have lost a child or a mom on Mother's Day. Mother's Day for me is not a day to recieve gifts but to truly count all my blessings! (But cards and flowers are also appreciated.)

Catching Up and Going Forward

Spring was here, as Katy and Dad look great for Easter service.
Seems like I've been busy since I last wrote, but I haven't really accomplished much of worth. We had a nice Easter with my folks and Katy and Rob. The usual leg of lamb, but no egg hunt, since our egg hunter is back in Africa.

On the political front, my great friend, Charmaine and I went to two, count them, two TEA PARTIES. Yes, we are those far right racists radicals that the real radicals in the White House are constantly complaining about. First we met the Tea Party Express buses (3), led by the Freedom Riders (very loud motorcycles), in Rockford, Illinois. It was a long drive, but well worth it. We came loaded down with our signs and lawn chairs, and met some great other Americans who fear that our country is loosing its way from what our founding Fathers had intended. They had many great speakers and singers that travelled on the bus. There were three African Americans, who said they just wanted to be considered Americans. They had a Hispanic hip hopper who was great! So, so much for it being only old white rednecks, as MSNBC would have you believe. The Chicago Tribune had a picture of three nuns there, clapping and singing to a black preacher who spoke from Palatine.
On April 15th, the actual tax day, Charmaine and I were joined with Steve and my friend Kitty, as we all went to a Tea Party in Naperville. We had really wanted to go to the one in Chicago, but since Charmaine , Steve and I all had to go to the theatre that night, we thought the long trip by train might wear us out.
Again, we saw great signs and met other concerned people, and we all got a great tan in the sun! An aside, we saw "Ragtime" that night at Drury Lane and it was almost as good as the production we had seen in NYC a few years back. It was thought provoking after being at the rally that day. An interesting look to see how far we've come since the turn of the other(1900) century.
The next day, Friday, I left with another U of I Mom, for Mom's Day weekend with our best girls! It was such a fun and relaxing weekend. Friday, Katy took Rich and I out for dinner, and then she and I went shopping. Saturday we attended the craft show, saw the U of I's production of "Guys and Dolls", went to Dos with 20 others, and then had a great party at the girls' apartment. However, the best part was just lying in bed till 4 am talking with Katy about her life and dreams. What a great bonding moment. The fact that two firetrucks were outside the apartment flashing their lights, did help us stay up after all the margaritas. Another great talk Sunday, more grocery shopping, and then sadly we had to leave so the girls could study for the busy week ahead. Katy had 3 tests to study for, and I felt guilty that I kept her up, but I will cherish that talk for a long time, so I hope she got sleep after I left.
So that is a brief summary of some of the things I've been doing besides working, taking Dipity to the doggie park, visiting my folks, and doing errands.

Dip loves swimming and retrieving. She'd do it all day if you let her!

As I had written before I knew Roxi was coming home to have Evy last fall, I was feeling like time was slipping away, and I wasn't really doing anything productive with my life. Then they came home, and we were all busy with the excitement of Evy's birth, and the care of my Mom who had fallen. Well, now they are back in Africa, and besides mailing two boxes off, I'm not much needed there. My Mom is mobile again, so she too, doesn't need me as much as before. So I have been praying that God would show me a way to be of service to Him. Well, tonight, I think I might have understood the purpose He has for me. A very nice lady, Vicky, from my church, invited me to a fundraiser banquet for the Outreach Community Center in Carol Stream. Now, when she first called, I just thought,"Hummmm, a nice dinner out with a friend." Vicky and I grew close when we did Alpha years ago, because she has had MS for many years, and when she found out that my husband did too, we would join the same discussion groups. We talk at Sunday services, but that is usually the only time our paths cross, so when she called, I thought it would be nice to go. I had heard of the center, but really didn't know anything about it.
As the various speakers spoke about the children and senior citizens they service there, I kept thinking what could I do to help besides write a check tonight, and then walk away. The children's choir performed for us, and the keynote speaker was Dr. Tony Campolo. As he spoke, and told his story of faith intertwined with jokes, I kept thinking.......I could help start some kind of drama class. Creative dramatics or pantomime for the little kids, speech for their college bound kids, even eventually plays that the senior citizens could help make costumes or sets for, etc. My mind was racing. Then I thought, I could even give tours at the animal hospital, or bring animals for the people to pet and care for. Now I know I can't do all of these things at one time, but I do have gifts that I can offer them.
When everything was over, I asked Vicky what she thought, and she was thrilled. Then as I was about to leave the building I ran into the newly hired director of the entire center. Without a hesitation, I introduced myself, and told him I had experience in many of the things that were rushing through my head, and that if he was interested, maybe, slowly at first, I could introduce something to do with drama or animals, whatever he wanted or thought they needed. He was very receptive, and said he would have someone, I forgot her name, call me soon. So, I think for now, I've found the answer to my prayers. I may regret it later, but right now, I felt moved by God to make this jump. This entire outreach program is based on Christ helping us help others. I feel like Christ just hit me over the head and said,"Duh, what have you been waiting for?" I know that whenever I have worked with my drama activities, I have felt rewarded by the people I have worked with, more than I have felt used. The creative juices keep my brain sparking, and the energy I get is refreshing. So many days lately, I just seem to be walking through the motions of life, without any purpose, feeling like I'm not accomplishing anything. Right now I feel empowered to do something worthwhile, and I like that feeling. I must proceed with caution, so I don't burn myself out. After all, I'm 61, not 21 like I was when I first started teaching theatre and speech. So now I wait to see where the path He has shown me leads me. Wish me luck!

My little boy.

Anyone who knows my son Rob, would know that "little" is a strange way to describe my 6'7" son of 27! But no matter how old your kids become, they are always that darling little baby to you. And Rob was definitely a little blond cutie. We use to call him Tweety Bird because his hair was so white. He is my only son, and as all boys are, a different species than his sisters. Roxi always wanted the center of my attention, as I think most first born do. Rob was more laid back. He would sit and play for hours by himself taking things apart and putting things back together. As he grew, he became very athletic, and excelled in football and basketball. He was my "golden boy". He had lots of friends, some of which he followed into trouble. From his college days on, Rob has seemed to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some problems he brought on himself by partying too hardy, but other times it just seemed like a dark cloud was hanging over him.
Such was the case last night. Today I got a call from him to tell me that he was once again the victim of the dark cloud. He is a real estate agent in Chicago, and because the economy is so bad right now, he has to sublimate his income by working other odd jobs. Last night he was working security at Harry Carry's in Wigleyville, and after work was coming home on his bike. Thank God he was wearing his helmet. Some idiot guy jumped right in front of him in the bike path to hail a cab. With cars next to him, Rob had no where to go, and went flying over the handlebars into the street! Now since he works for himself, he has no insurance, and the health care they passed does not help him, but will only fine him. He landed on his face, and chipped a tooth, broke his nose again,
and hurt his left elbow again. All of the previous injuries were from other black cloud incidents.
Whenever I get these kind of calls, my heart sinks to my stomach as I listen to what has happened, fearing the worse. Now I know, as bad as these various calls have been, they could be so much worse. How parents ever go on living after receiving calls that their child is missing or dead, I do not know. And I pray to God, I never experience it. But nevertheless, when I hear that my little boy has been hurt, I go into Mama Bear role. My son is a great, kind, loving, honest man who has been there for me when no one else was. I want to always be there for him too. The irony, is that when one daughter and her family leave for Africa, and the other was in Florida for spring break, a parent worries for their safety, but Rob was here, working, and supposedly safe.
The most frustrating thing about being a parent is raising your children to be strong and independent, and then when they grow up and are exactly what you wanted them to be, you have no control over them, and you can't protect them, or hold them to keep them safe anymore. Tonight the Discovery Channel ran two more in their series of eleven shows on LIFE. Each show shows how different species raise their young and survive. Some just lay eggs and leave their young to fend for themselves, while others carefully protect their young with their own lives. Watching the shows, I couldn't help think about why one of my children seems to always have unlucky things happen to him, while my girls have been luckier in life. (Not that I want their luck to change! ) Does a person make their own luck? Is there really something about destiny? I tend to think, God is trying to tell Rob to depend on Him. I just pray God will take my little boy into his arms and protect him and help him to find his way and purpose. All I know is that I will never stop loving or caring for any of my children. They are my life, and when they hurt, I hurt, and I just want to hold them and protect them from the mean, cruel, cold world that is out there. So dark cloud, go blow over someone else! Robbie is a great guy that needs a little sunshine in his life again! And I could do without all the stress.