universal moms

Call me selfish, but I love when people need me. I watch Laetitia every day gracefully carry her children amidst their sometimes whining and totally dependent behavior. She is virtually unbreakable, never shouting, never raising her voice, but calmly and with such tact molds her childrens' behavior to conform to what she knows to be right from wrong. Her most important quality? Her children not only need her, but they want her. There is a peaceful ambiance about a mother that is unbreakable. There is something intriguing about a mother that knows her children better than they know themselves. There is something exciting about a mother that has more fun with her kids than without. A mother that genuinely puts her kids before herself in all things is the mother with kids who both adore her and are adorable. Laetitia is that kind of mother. She is at her childrens' every beck and call, but she also knows the limits. She knows how to adore her kids just enough so that they not only feel loved, but they learn how to love others. I hope that my kids adore me with as much affection as her children adore her.

I am challenged to find not only my way around California, but to find a way for the family as well. I am their American connection and I am the answer. I am learning to be resourceful in ways I never thought I would. I am in the midst of the greatest opportunity I've ever faced, and am reminded every morning as I hear the crashing waves casually brushing the sand along the snow white beach below my windows. I am in yet another paradise.



How incredible that we are made for other people! I know that I am a bit overbearing on this point these past couple of days, but it is more real to me now than ever. I am alive because He died, and my life is not meant to be my own. We throw those words around all too often in 21st century America and a void has begun to overtake their meaning. We think we know what it means to live for others, but we don't even know how to effectively communicate with our neighbors, much less our families. We are too full of words and too willing to avoid works.