Have you ever had pain somewhere in your body, but nothing to show for it? I have; since I was about 16 years old now I've had some kind of abdominal pain. It ranged from a dull ache all the time, to drop me to my knees painful. I found out that at 16 I had my first ovarian cyst rupture, hence the dropping to the floor in pain (amazing how having children raises your pain tolerance level a bit, I rarely drop to the floor anymore!).
Cysts are sneaky things, and the pain occurs mostly when they rupture; by the time anyone goes looking for said cyst, it has disappeared all together, leaving nothing traceable to prove the pain was there. And so it went for the past 17 years. Every once in a while an ultrasound would show that I had a few cysts waiting in the wings, often making me feel like a ticking time bomb! When the cysts began forming and rupturing every single month, they ceased being pesky and started being ridiculous. My midwife and I talked about the options; birth control (which made my migraines worse), live with it (which I chose for several years after she and I spoke about it) or surgery.
Once I reached the end of my rope with the cysts, I contacted an amazing OB/GYN to discuss surgery. I guess the major deciding factor was that we were done having children and I was over being in pain. If I chose to have my ovaries out prior to this, there wouldn't be any little Hendershott kids running around:) I was nervous to talk to the doctor though, after all, you don't just walk into your OB office and request that he remove your ovaries like you would ask for a side of fries with your burger, it just seemed odd to me. Dr. Riley put my mind at ease, and at once I realized he actually believed me! He did order some tests for a baseline, but even prior to getting the results, he believed that I knew my body, and that living in pain wasn't normal or fun.
The day prior to my baseline ultrasound for Dr. Riley, I had yet another cyst. I was slightly irritated; after all, couldn't it have waited so that I'd have something to show on the test? Sigh. At my next appointment Dr. Riley confirmed that I had experienced another cyst and mentioned being able to see follicles, which were tell-tale signs that more cysts were on their way. After answering my myriad of questions he gave me several options (some I had not even thought of) and gave me a few days to talk things over with David; he said get back to him in a few days with which ever decision I made. He'd be happy to do what made me feel most comfortable. After lots of discussion with David and others who had this type of surgery or something similar done before I opted for surgery.
The morning of my surgery was only a little nerve wracking because they scheduled my surgery for mid morning, and I was kind of hoping for early morning to get it done and over with. But, the Lord is good, and I was able to put my kids on the bus, sending them off for a good day at school with a hug and kiss.Since it's hard to find a vein on me, I was fully prepared for the amount of time it took to get a vein that would hold up. And in the end I had the sweetest teddy bear of an anesthesiologist who came out and started the IV line himself, and let me tell you that is the only way to go! He brought a small needle with a local anesthetic so that I wouldn't even feel when he put the IV in, no matter where he had to put it:) I felt so spoiled!
David tortured me with Knight Rider re-runs and I only started feeling nervous just before they wheeled me to the OR. Even then, they didn't give me the chance to be nervous for long, with a little Versed in my line to relax I was feeling pretty good as I scooted my bottom over to the operating table. The lady anesthesiologist was amazing and bent over my face and spoke kindly to me about fun things until the wonderful medicine coursed through my veins and put me to sleep. It gave me a new appreciation for continually comforting the patients we get on the ambulance. I could feel tears of the unknown welling up in my eyes, but never had a chance to even squeeze one out before she had talked me onto a warm Caribbean island:)
My fear of waking up in pain was not unfounded and I found that as I came out of anesthesia all I could say was, "Pain, pain, pain". And the caring staff was right there to ease my pain and give me pointers on how to move, eat and sip my apple juice so that I'd be able to be with David as soon as possible. I remember that as soon as I could keep my eyes open Dr. Riley was there, explaining that they found another cyst attached to my uterus, but in accordance with my wishes left the uterus in place. Also he mentioned that they found endometriosis that none of us knew I was suffering with; and apparently I had this condition for a long time. He patted my face and told me he was going to talk to David and explain everything.
Later, David told me how compassionately Dr. Riley explained everything that was done. So much so, that he made an impression on the lady sitting next to David, and she asked for his name because she was going to look him up as her new OB/GYN!
I had my follow up appointment yesterday, and all my tests and biopsies came back free and clear of any cancerous or pre-cancerous cells, which of course made my day:) Because they had to do more cutting than originally planned, I am on two more weeks of restrictions and am so thankful for the wonderful family and friends who have brought meals, sent flowers and called to check on me and my family. I think any time you have health issues it causes you to be grateful for the good health you enjoyed prior to being sick, and I am certainly looking forward to being fully healed before leaving for vacation in about a month.
Thank you all for your prayers and love during this healing process!
Friday, March 8, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
He's Singing Again
My boy Zachary was such a happy boy, he sang no matter where he was, or who was around. Then one day he was quiet. Not quiet in a good way. He became so overwhelmed with school and responsibilities and a Mommy that was busy with house, other kids, school, teaching and everything in between.
It broke my heart when he stopped singing, so I tried everything I knew to make him happy again. Praying didn't seem to be helping (how horrible to say, but it was true), listening to music in the van, giving him some earphones to hear his favorite tunes weren't helping either. His behavior at school started to go downhill; nothing horrible, but he just couldn't concentrate. It was a vicious cycle, bad behavior at school led to an upset Mommy, which led to a bad night of homework, which led to a mad little boy, and on it went.
It only took a few months (I know, not getting mother of the year award here) before I realized the so called problem was right under my nose. Zachary is like his Mommy. I respond better to challenges when I have the encouragement of my authority, and I know that they are proud of my best effort no matter what. I came to a great arrangement with his teacher (God bless her patience) that bad behavior at school was to be handled at school, and a note made for me to know about it, but like they say 'What Happens in Vegas...'. Bad behavior at home was something for me to deal with, but punishment didn't carry over from school to home and the other way around.
All video games and technology stimulation was taken away from all the kids during the school week; instead it became a weekend priveledge. Zach and I began doing homework one on one so that I could show him how to become an independent thinker, and a hard worker that went beyond just what was expected of him. In one marking period his grades jumped from C's and D's to A's and B's. His teacher noticed the difference almost immediately and started putting positive notes in his daily agenda...he couldn't wait to get home and show Mommy, who literally hooted, hollered and jumped up and down with the biggest smile I could get on my face. At first he laughed at me, and I saw a glimpse of that happy boy I knew once. Now he runs through the front door with a smile, and can't wait to tell me about his day.
And tonight as I passed by the bathroom door where Zach was taking his shower, I heard the sweetest sound EVER...he was singing again.
It broke my heart when he stopped singing, so I tried everything I knew to make him happy again. Praying didn't seem to be helping (how horrible to say, but it was true), listening to music in the van, giving him some earphones to hear his favorite tunes weren't helping either. His behavior at school started to go downhill; nothing horrible, but he just couldn't concentrate. It was a vicious cycle, bad behavior at school led to an upset Mommy, which led to a bad night of homework, which led to a mad little boy, and on it went.
It only took a few months (I know, not getting mother of the year award here) before I realized the so called problem was right under my nose. Zachary is like his Mommy. I respond better to challenges when I have the encouragement of my authority, and I know that they are proud of my best effort no matter what. I came to a great arrangement with his teacher (God bless her patience) that bad behavior at school was to be handled at school, and a note made for me to know about it, but like they say 'What Happens in Vegas...'. Bad behavior at home was something for me to deal with, but punishment didn't carry over from school to home and the other way around.
All video games and technology stimulation was taken away from all the kids during the school week; instead it became a weekend priveledge. Zach and I began doing homework one on one so that I could show him how to become an independent thinker, and a hard worker that went beyond just what was expected of him. In one marking period his grades jumped from C's and D's to A's and B's. His teacher noticed the difference almost immediately and started putting positive notes in his daily agenda...he couldn't wait to get home and show Mommy, who literally hooted, hollered and jumped up and down with the biggest smile I could get on my face. At first he laughed at me, and I saw a glimpse of that happy boy I knew once. Now he runs through the front door with a smile, and can't wait to tell me about his day.
And tonight as I passed by the bathroom door where Zach was taking his shower, I heard the sweetest sound EVER...he was singing again.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
The Gym
I was agreeing with my best friend Rose just the other day about the fact that we are great starters...but sometimes the follow through is lacking. I had this in mind when I was contemplating a gym membership. A few months ago I began exercising using the P90x program and was totally gun-ho for the first 30 days. After that I P90 pooped out!
I confided in my neighbor and friend Kimmy, that I wasn't sure if I would be able to stick it out at the gym. After all look at the P90 outcome. She graciously reminded me that I always tend to pick the hardest thing possible to attempt and she encouraged me to go to the gym and try it out. I did, and I am glad I did! I have been going for two weeks now, and am learning so much. Learning about my physical limitations, learning about ways to stay healthy, and learning about a new friend I made (which is the reason I started going to this particular gym) Candi.
Candi is a few inches shorter than me, petite and just a wonderful lady. In the two weeks that we've been going to the gym together, I've learned about her family, some of her hardships in life and the fact that she never goes out without eye makeup on:) We groan about our aches together and laugh when we watch the brave people doing Zumba in the next room. We aren't sure if we are coordinated enough to do Zumba, but we're going to try one day...one day. It's fun to have a new friendship on the horizon.
I confided in my neighbor and friend Kimmy, that I wasn't sure if I would be able to stick it out at the gym. After all look at the P90 outcome. She graciously reminded me that I always tend to pick the hardest thing possible to attempt and she encouraged me to go to the gym and try it out. I did, and I am glad I did! I have been going for two weeks now, and am learning so much. Learning about my physical limitations, learning about ways to stay healthy, and learning about a new friend I made (which is the reason I started going to this particular gym) Candi.
Candi is a few inches shorter than me, petite and just a wonderful lady. In the two weeks that we've been going to the gym together, I've learned about her family, some of her hardships in life and the fact that she never goes out without eye makeup on:) We groan about our aches together and laugh when we watch the brave people doing Zumba in the next room. We aren't sure if we are coordinated enough to do Zumba, but we're going to try one day...one day. It's fun to have a new friendship on the horizon.
Monday, January 21, 2013
On Being Aggravated
Lately I've been working through a few things. Ideas that have been twisted around in my mind since I was young, anger over being fed thoughts and beliefs that weren't valid much less biblical, and more than anything I've been aggravated over the way that people choose to talk about their personal convictions and in most cases just their personal opinion as fact.
It is no secret to my family or my friends where I stand on the issue of homosexuality. The beliefs that I have on this issue have come from a long (and I do mean long) internal struggle, and an even longer struggle that has taken place right in my own family. I'm not here to tell you what I believe, and most definitely not going to debate or argue whether I'm right, or you are. This is the part where I get to speak, where my opinion is valid, where people don't tell me how I should think or feel.
I have watched Christians debate over homosexuality, be afraid of homosexuality and worst of all, cut family members off because of their lifestyle; just recently I heard an opinion (a view based solely on their point of view, not fact) that if a person accepts Christ as Savior, and then chooses to live their life as a homosexual, they are going to hell. The hair went up on the back of my neck. As I said before I'm not going to debate where I stand on the issue. I am, however, going to say this: I have had it up to my eyeballs with people who tout this belief as biblical fact.
In the fundamentalist world homosexuality is a sin, just like drinking, drug addiction, murder, gossip and any of the other sins that the Bible lists as displeasing to God. There is also the fact that a sin, is a sin, is a sin...hence all sins are equal in God's sight. There is nothing that I can do to make my sin worse or better than any other sin, and God's forgiveness for sin is across the board equal no matter which one, or multiple ones that you or I struggle with. Also, once saved, always saved right? So if these things are true, then how is the person that accepts Christ as Savior, then lives a homosexual lifestyle any worse than someone who accepts Christ as Savior and then chooses to live addicted to drugs? I did.
I was saved at a young age, but chose to use drugs to numb out my problems for about 10 years. You would be quick to tell me that I didn't lose my salvation, but then your theory would be flawed. According to you, because I chose to live that lifestyle, I am going to hell right? I know people that accept Christ and continue to smoke...did they lose their salvation? Or how about someone who is a Christian but chooses to use curse words...are they going to hell? To all people that call themselves Christians and then choose which sin to be prejudice about, shame on you. Gossip is a sin; do you tell the little old lady in church who has been saved most of her life that because she chooses to gossip about everybody and their brother behind their back she is going to hell? Do you tell her that she is no longer a part of your family and can no longer attend family functions? Do you take that firm a stand on every sin? How come we (I include all Christians in this statement) pick and choose which sins are worse than others and then walk around with our heads held high and chests puffed out because we found someone whose sin measures up higher on the "bad" list?
And homosexuality is just the beginning. What about what the Bible calls fornication? If a young couple (who are saved) decide to have sex before marriage, do you tell them they are going to hell? Oh by the way, isn't judging people a sin? So by becoming the judges of every other person's sin...are YOU going to hell? And don't tell me that what you meant to say was, if I repent and change my way, then and only then will I go to heaven. If I accept Christ as my Savior, I am NEVER going to lose that...EVER. Has my life been pleasing to God the last 10 years? No, but not because my sin was greater than anyone elses'. Did I know it was wrong? Yes, but there is such a thing as free will...choice. It's what God gives to each of us, a choice. And guess what? God didn't give me a horrible disease or disfigure my kids because I chose to live in sin.
I was raised in a cult; one in which we judged everyone for everything, and one where having standards and convictions were ways to measure better on the sin list. After coming out of that world, I have questioned everything I ever believed or was taught. It is a tough road, but I am slowly coming to my own beliefs, and I refuse to be told what to believe. I also realize that my beliefs are not what get me to heaven - it's the fact that Christ died for my sins. I have also realized that there really isn't any sin that's greater than another, and there is no sin that the blood of Christ can't cover. I could have talked about every sin known to man, but the issues on homosexuality are close to my heart. I will never lose another family member because of a belief system that puts me above them.
My sin, no matter what it is, will never be "better" than anyone elses' sin. I can't go back and change the past, I can only move forward and thank God for the grace that he pours out to me every day. By God's grace I am taking one day at a time learning not to drown my confusion in drugs. Being uniquely flawed is what makes us uniquely human, and no matter what I chose to do it will never change the way that God looks at me, through the nail scared hands of his Son. That is mercy and grace. So I challenge all my brothers and sisters in Christ to re-evaluate your thought process. Make sure that your beliefs are not based on your opinion, but rest firmly on the Word of God. And let's not be the judge of other people; when people look at us, they should see the love of Christ, not the ugliness of our opinions. I am still in the learning process, and don't expect anyone to understand my ramblings. In fact I'm sure this will anger some of you, surprise some of you and maybe you'll even talk about me behind my back (you always knew there was something wrong...just couldn't put your finger on it right?).
But that's okay; I know who I am in Christ, and will not be held down by my past or by other people's opinions of me. To live effectively for Him, every minute of every day is my goal. And I will never stop thanking him for his mercy and grace.
It is no secret to my family or my friends where I stand on the issue of homosexuality. The beliefs that I have on this issue have come from a long (and I do mean long) internal struggle, and an even longer struggle that has taken place right in my own family. I'm not here to tell you what I believe, and most definitely not going to debate or argue whether I'm right, or you are. This is the part where I get to speak, where my opinion is valid, where people don't tell me how I should think or feel.
I have watched Christians debate over homosexuality, be afraid of homosexuality and worst of all, cut family members off because of their lifestyle; just recently I heard an opinion (a view based solely on their point of view, not fact) that if a person accepts Christ as Savior, and then chooses to live their life as a homosexual, they are going to hell. The hair went up on the back of my neck. As I said before I'm not going to debate where I stand on the issue. I am, however, going to say this: I have had it up to my eyeballs with people who tout this belief as biblical fact.
In the fundamentalist world homosexuality is a sin, just like drinking, drug addiction, murder, gossip and any of the other sins that the Bible lists as displeasing to God. There is also the fact that a sin, is a sin, is a sin...hence all sins are equal in God's sight. There is nothing that I can do to make my sin worse or better than any other sin, and God's forgiveness for sin is across the board equal no matter which one, or multiple ones that you or I struggle with. Also, once saved, always saved right? So if these things are true, then how is the person that accepts Christ as Savior, then lives a homosexual lifestyle any worse than someone who accepts Christ as Savior and then chooses to live addicted to drugs? I did.
I was saved at a young age, but chose to use drugs to numb out my problems for about 10 years. You would be quick to tell me that I didn't lose my salvation, but then your theory would be flawed. According to you, because I chose to live that lifestyle, I am going to hell right? I know people that accept Christ and continue to smoke...did they lose their salvation? Or how about someone who is a Christian but chooses to use curse words...are they going to hell? To all people that call themselves Christians and then choose which sin to be prejudice about, shame on you. Gossip is a sin; do you tell the little old lady in church who has been saved most of her life that because she chooses to gossip about everybody and their brother behind their back she is going to hell? Do you tell her that she is no longer a part of your family and can no longer attend family functions? Do you take that firm a stand on every sin? How come we (I include all Christians in this statement) pick and choose which sins are worse than others and then walk around with our heads held high and chests puffed out because we found someone whose sin measures up higher on the "bad" list?
And homosexuality is just the beginning. What about what the Bible calls fornication? If a young couple (who are saved) decide to have sex before marriage, do you tell them they are going to hell? Oh by the way, isn't judging people a sin? So by becoming the judges of every other person's sin...are YOU going to hell? And don't tell me that what you meant to say was, if I repent and change my way, then and only then will I go to heaven. If I accept Christ as my Savior, I am NEVER going to lose that...EVER. Has my life been pleasing to God the last 10 years? No, but not because my sin was greater than anyone elses'. Did I know it was wrong? Yes, but there is such a thing as free will...choice. It's what God gives to each of us, a choice. And guess what? God didn't give me a horrible disease or disfigure my kids because I chose to live in sin.
I was raised in a cult; one in which we judged everyone for everything, and one where having standards and convictions were ways to measure better on the sin list. After coming out of that world, I have questioned everything I ever believed or was taught. It is a tough road, but I am slowly coming to my own beliefs, and I refuse to be told what to believe. I also realize that my beliefs are not what get me to heaven - it's the fact that Christ died for my sins. I have also realized that there really isn't any sin that's greater than another, and there is no sin that the blood of Christ can't cover. I could have talked about every sin known to man, but the issues on homosexuality are close to my heart. I will never lose another family member because of a belief system that puts me above them.
My sin, no matter what it is, will never be "better" than anyone elses' sin. I can't go back and change the past, I can only move forward and thank God for the grace that he pours out to me every day. By God's grace I am taking one day at a time learning not to drown my confusion in drugs. Being uniquely flawed is what makes us uniquely human, and no matter what I chose to do it will never change the way that God looks at me, through the nail scared hands of his Son. That is mercy and grace. So I challenge all my brothers and sisters in Christ to re-evaluate your thought process. Make sure that your beliefs are not based on your opinion, but rest firmly on the Word of God. And let's not be the judge of other people; when people look at us, they should see the love of Christ, not the ugliness of our opinions. I am still in the learning process, and don't expect anyone to understand my ramblings. In fact I'm sure this will anger some of you, surprise some of you and maybe you'll even talk about me behind my back (you always knew there was something wrong...just couldn't put your finger on it right?).
But that's okay; I know who I am in Christ, and will not be held down by my past or by other people's opinions of me. To live effectively for Him, every minute of every day is my goal. And I will never stop thanking him for his mercy and grace.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
All things logical
I just can't figure out why the logical part of my brain doesn't work in certain situations! It makes no sense to me how I can run with the ambulance and make split second decisions, use critical thinking on all my calls and yet when my kids are about to miss the bus, all logic goes out the door!
This morning was our typical Tuesday morning; I was showering, the kids were helping get each other breakfast and the dogs were napping. I decided to do a time check and noticed that the bus was stopped outside at the end of the driveway!! I could have just said, "Hey kids, the bus is here and you're going to miss it, I'll drive you to school once I get dressed."
I could have said that, but I didn't. Instead I begin yelling for the kids to get their backpacks and jackets while I hid behind the TV stand, and as if there wasn't enough chaos, both dogs got out the front door. I couldn't go after the dogs wrapped only in a towel! Panic ensued until David jumped out of bed and saved the day!
And I heard him grumble as he fell back into bed,
Wouldn't this have been easier if you'd just used your head?
This morning was our typical Tuesday morning; I was showering, the kids were helping get each other breakfast and the dogs were napping. I decided to do a time check and noticed that the bus was stopped outside at the end of the driveway!! I could have just said, "Hey kids, the bus is here and you're going to miss it, I'll drive you to school once I get dressed."
I could have said that, but I didn't. Instead I begin yelling for the kids to get their backpacks and jackets while I hid behind the TV stand, and as if there wasn't enough chaos, both dogs got out the front door. I couldn't go after the dogs wrapped only in a towel! Panic ensued until David jumped out of bed and saved the day!
And I heard him grumble as he fell back into bed,
Wouldn't this have been easier if you'd just used your head?
Friday, August 24, 2012
Time Flies!
I can hardly believe that summer is coming to an end, though I'm not too sad to see it go. I was talking to a friend at VBS this week and she summed it up pretty well; "Well...the summer just hasn't been what we thought it was going to be like, it's been the summer of fixing and cleaning up!"
We were more than surprised to see that our electric bill went up (drastically) for June and July; this was a surprise to us because we were expecting some sort of break since we had eight days without power due to the Derecho that we lived through. Found out that since the city had to bring in linemen from Texas, they increased everybody's bill to pay for the overtime the city incurred as a result. And don't even get me started about Comcast...their memorized statement went something like this, "Since you being without power was an act of God and not our fault, we won't be issuing you a credit." Lovely. David's truck is on the fritz and the list goes on. I was starting to feel a little (big) pity party coming on, but then had a chance to talk to some other friends and realized that this summer seemed to be a squeeze for just about everyone. It is nice to have things put in perspective sometimes, it helps me take my eyes of of myself and put them back where they belong!
David is what I am calling the "Lemonade King". So far this summer life has been handing us lemons, but he continues to try and succeeds in finding the positive in some tough situations. I love him for that. We had to cancel our anniversary trip which I had been planning for a while. But, like usual, David came up with some ways to make the time fun even though we can't go away. He suggested that we let the kids to and spend the time with Grammy as planned; then we can do some day trips to places we went when we were dating! Yes folks, my husband can be romantic when he wants to:)
This past week was vacation bible school at our church, and my kids loved it! I went along with the kids to lend a hand and had a great time getting to know some ladies that I had seen at church but didn't really know. There is nothing like laughing with other ladies and swapping kid stories! Summer is coming to an end, but this is only the start of a new chapter! Zach is going into second grade, Julia into first and Brandon is excited to "Do school with Mommy" after the kids get on the bus! Can't wait!
We were more than surprised to see that our electric bill went up (drastically) for June and July; this was a surprise to us because we were expecting some sort of break since we had eight days without power due to the Derecho that we lived through. Found out that since the city had to bring in linemen from Texas, they increased everybody's bill to pay for the overtime the city incurred as a result. And don't even get me started about Comcast...their memorized statement went something like this, "Since you being without power was an act of God and not our fault, we won't be issuing you a credit." Lovely. David's truck is on the fritz and the list goes on. I was starting to feel a little (big) pity party coming on, but then had a chance to talk to some other friends and realized that this summer seemed to be a squeeze for just about everyone. It is nice to have things put in perspective sometimes, it helps me take my eyes of of myself and put them back where they belong!
David is what I am calling the "Lemonade King". So far this summer life has been handing us lemons, but he continues to try and succeeds in finding the positive in some tough situations. I love him for that. We had to cancel our anniversary trip which I had been planning for a while. But, like usual, David came up with some ways to make the time fun even though we can't go away. He suggested that we let the kids to and spend the time with Grammy as planned; then we can do some day trips to places we went when we were dating! Yes folks, my husband can be romantic when he wants to:)
This past week was vacation bible school at our church, and my kids loved it! I went along with the kids to lend a hand and had a great time getting to know some ladies that I had seen at church but didn't really know. There is nothing like laughing with other ladies and swapping kid stories! Summer is coming to an end, but this is only the start of a new chapter! Zach is going into second grade, Julia into first and Brandon is excited to "Do school with Mommy" after the kids get on the bus! Can't wait!
Monday, August 6, 2012
Herbie
Of all reptiles, the turtle is just about the only one I like:) For instance, they just seem more lovable than a snake, then again I guess most animals are more lovable than snakes! And since I like turtles, I am one of those crazy people you see along the side of the road moving turtles (probably in the opposite direction they were wanting to go, but hey, it's a free ride right?) to safety.
Two Sundays ago, the kids and I were on our way home from church and noticed a decent sized box turtle in the road. Despite traffic whizzing by, it had it's head out and was looking around. I stopped the van and picked him up; the kids were ecstatic! That's when the plan came to me, let's take him home:) No, David wasn't with us, which is what made this thought even a possibility!! The kids were on board with the idea in seconds...until I put him in the van.
That turtle wasn't shy at all, and began climbing under seats and making his way all over the van exploring. Julia was of course very excited about taking him home, but as soon as she realized he could crawl around, she tucked her knees up under her chin and commenced to scrying...yes it is a made up word which means to scream and cry simultaneously! She was relieved to find that the turtle couldn't reach her and soon calmed down enough to enjoy his antics in the van! I explained to the children that even though the turtle was a wild animal, and that we would be letting him go when we got home, it would be fun to name him. He was soon crowned Herbie the turtle. Herbie came home with us, was properly shown off to all neighboring friends, given some lettuce and then released to find a new place to live out back.
Two Sundays ago, the kids and I were on our way home from church and noticed a decent sized box turtle in the road. Despite traffic whizzing by, it had it's head out and was looking around. I stopped the van and picked him up; the kids were ecstatic! That's when the plan came to me, let's take him home:) No, David wasn't with us, which is what made this thought even a possibility!! The kids were on board with the idea in seconds...until I put him in the van.
That turtle wasn't shy at all, and began climbing under seats and making his way all over the van exploring. Julia was of course very excited about taking him home, but as soon as she realized he could crawl around, she tucked her knees up under her chin and commenced to scrying...yes it is a made up word which means to scream and cry simultaneously! She was relieved to find that the turtle couldn't reach her and soon calmed down enough to enjoy his antics in the van! I explained to the children that even though the turtle was a wild animal, and that we would be letting him go when we got home, it would be fun to name him. He was soon crowned Herbie the turtle. Herbie came home with us, was properly shown off to all neighboring friends, given some lettuce and then released to find a new place to live out back.
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