Today I turned 37.
Let's just take a moment and reflect on WHERE in the WORLD the last 20 years have gone.
Moment over.
If I still act like a 17 year old, I'm still 17 in spirit. Right?
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Yes, you too can have these beauties for the remarkably questionable price of $89.95. Don't miss the fact that they are tiger striped and will make you six feet tall.
Or, you know, you could feed a child for THREE MONTHS.
My husband very graciously let me take a long weekend with some other adoptive mams where we learned new methods to parent our children who are used to parenting themselves.
And we laughed a lot.
I might have gone more for the laughter than the stellar parenting advice, but I'll keep that under wraps.
And this morning, after four days off and before I had my first cup of coffee, I pulled the birthday card. Myrant speech went like this:
"I hate to do this, but I'm going to pull the birthday card. I have a minimum of three children crying at me for something that is either frivolous or out of my control and not one of you has told me happy birthday. On your birthday, birthday trumps all. So stop."
I said it calmly.
They mostly shaped up.
Today is my birthday. I am 37. I need nothing. I want new carpet because I have seven colors of carpet, none of which I like, but I don't need new carpet. I don't even want tiger striped will make you six feet tall backwards heels. (Which, by the way, other women came and tried on after I did because I made them look so good. Or because they wanted the photo opp. One or the other.)
Today is Jelsy Mary's birthday. She needs protein and water and will eventually need school.
She has no one to pull the birthday trump card on. She needs you.
Today is John Lenard's birthday. He loves math. But he needs someone to pay for his school, to help provide him the water that he carries for his family.
He has no one to pull the birthday trump card on. He needs you.
Me and these three kids, today is our birthday. And we're pulling the birthday trump card. If you have been riding the fence on child sponsorship, today is your lucky day. I have a deal for you. I have three very special kids from three very different countries that would love to have a very special birthday. They would love to hear they have a sponsor. I'm giving you the chance to give that to them.
I have their cards. If you claim one of these kiddos, I'll send you their info with a dozen cookies and my eternal gratitude.
I have been on a World Vision Project. They are legit, people.
Let's just take a moment and reflect on WHERE in the WORLD the last 20 years have gone.
Moment over.
If I still act like a 17 year old, I'm still 17 in spirit. Right?
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Or, you know, you could feed a child for THREE MONTHS.
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| This is Jose Luis. Today is his birthday. He needs school fees and healthcare. He needs you. |
And we laughed a lot.
I might have gone more for the laughter than the stellar parenting advice, but I'll keep that under wraps.
And this morning, after four days off and before I had my first cup of coffee, I pulled the birthday card. My
"I hate to do this, but I'm going to pull the birthday card. I have a minimum of three children crying at me for something that is either frivolous or out of my control and not one of you has told me happy birthday. On your birthday, birthday trumps all. So stop."
I said it calmly.
They mostly shaped up.
Today is my birthday. I am 37. I need nothing. I want new carpet because I have seven colors of carpet, none of which I like, but I don't need new carpet. I don't even want tiger striped will make you six feet tall backwards heels. (Which, by the way, other women came and tried on after I did because I made them look so good. Or because they wanted the photo opp. One or the other.)
She has no one to pull the birthday trump card on. She needs you.
Today is John Lenard's birthday. He loves math. But he needs someone to pay for his school, to help provide him the water that he carries for his family.
He has no one to pull the birthday trump card on. He needs you.
Me and these three kids, today is our birthday. And we're pulling the birthday trump card. If you have been riding the fence on child sponsorship, today is your lucky day. I have a deal for you. I have three very special kids from three very different countries that would love to have a very special birthday. They would love to hear they have a sponsor. I'm giving you the chance to give that to them.
I have their cards. If you claim one of these kiddos, I'll send you their info with a dozen cookies and my eternal gratitude.
I have been on a World Vision Project. They are legit, people.
1 comment:
I so should have played the birthday card more last week when I was stuck in the hospital while G got an MRI. It definitely goes down in history as lamest birthday ever. Happiest birthday to you. You rocked those heels, and yes, child sponsorship is the bomb. (And yes, I know it's no longer the 1990s.)
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