Category Archives: Mindy Peltier

What Happens at Gramma’s, Stays at Gramma’s

You think I would know better.
I began helping raise my five siblings
 when my Mom went back to work
the summer after I finished third grade.
I have been parenting my own children for almost 22 years,
and even though all six aren’t grown up,
they are all still alive, safe and normal…well, kinda’.
It was supposed to just be a nice weekend visit,
where I would dote on my darling granddaughter, hold her,
play with her and not feed her sugar
because her Mommy won’t let me.
How did I forget, in a few short years,
what damage and danger can occur
 if you lose track of a one year old…
for only 15 seconds…
or less?

“Splish, Splash, my hand is taking a little bath.”
I guess she wanted to fish with the Scrabble tile rack….
the toilet WAS flushed…..I didn’t guarantee clean…..
“See, Gramma, I’m playing with your Cabbage Patch dolls now.”
Yea, in my antique DOLL playpen…..
“Oh, so this is what candy tastes like! MMMMM Good!”
Relax, Mom, the cellophane was still on…….
“This lego guy doesn’t taste as good as the candy cane, anyway.”

Besides, I know from YEARS of experience
that most small lego pieces can be pooped out if swallowed….

“I think I better help un-decorate the tree.”
She grabbed my newest ornament,
the one I cherish in my heart,
the most irreplaceable…..
It is the ornament I bought last year that gives my newest title,
 my newest profession
and my newest source of damage, duty and distress.
Oh, yea, it also is the title of my newest source of love, joy and adoration.
The ornament she is clutching in her toilet-splashing, tree-mauling hands says
“Grandma.”

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This blog was originally posted December 18, 2008.

I am reposting to participate in
Homesteader’s Heart Friday Funnies.
Drop by for a few laughs to begin your weekend right.

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To follow further adventures of the much grown-up Brookelyn,
and her Chubby Bubby Brother Bradyn
check out my daughter’s blog
The Roli Poli’s.

DAY 17 and Counting

I’ve counted it over and over. It has been 17 days since my doctor visit. That makes three business weeks. It seems like years. I have checked the answering machine a few times, to make sure I didn’t miss a message. I have checked the history of the phone calls, I have asked the kids every time I leave the house if the doctor has called.

I have called his office twice, so now am at the risk of annoying him and fear I will lessen my chance of a happy patient/doctor relationship. I am also trying not to be annoyed with him because I am finding his working definition of SOON doesn’t match up with dictionary.com’s definition.

-within a short period after this or that time, event, etc.
-before long; in the near future; at an early date
-promptly or quickly:

My life feels as if it is on hold. The decisions he makes could affect my entire next year in a vast way; but I am just another patient, another life, another phone call to make.

In the continued wait, I decided to pray more fervently for his decisions. Dr. E. does have four years of charts to weed through, equal years of labwork to peruse and, although I wish I were, I am NOT his only patient. I remind myself that all his other patients could have serious issues, too.

I am asking the Lord that He will give Dr. E. wisdom and understanding and I ask you to join me in praying for him.

As I was thinking about prayer this morning, the first verse that came to mind was in I Thessalonians 5:
16 ¶ Rejoice evermore.
17 Pray without ceasing.
18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

I am wondering to myself if this wait is more important than the answer, the Lord is giving me a chance to truly learn verse 16, to pray without ceasing. And, notice the two admonitions that it is neatly sandwiched between, to “rejoice evermore” and to “give thanks.”

And, as I reread this blog, I am guilty of what my husband has preached about “Vitamin I Disease.” Too much “I”, not enough Him. If I thought only about my situation, I would be depressed, as we all would be with whatever the Lord is allowing in our lives.

If we think about Him, His righteous and loving character and His Holy Word and allow Him to answer our furtive prayers, in HIS time and in HIS way, our hearts truly can
-rejoice
-pray
-be thankful

May we all be praying without ceasing for whatever is troubling our hearts and minds today and praise Him for answering!

Jeremiah 33:3 Call unto me, and I will answer, and show you great and mighty things, which you know not.

Pins and Needles – Prayers and Peace

This title came into my heart as I was waiting for an important phone call. I was a little anxious, I have to admit, and thought of that cliche, “on pins and needles.” That’s the human side of me. But, in my heart, I quickly added “peace”, because whenever I feel that anxiety begin to fill my heart or flutter in my tummy, I have learned to pray until I have peace. The Lord always offers it graciously, unsparingly, lovingly, I just don’t always take Him up on His offer.

Why such anxiety over a phone call? It’s from a my new endocrinologist who is making serious decisions concerning my health and testing for the return of my papillary thyroid cancer…the dreaded “C’ word. It puts terror in many of our hearts and minds. We ALL have experienced it personally or with someone we love.

That’s why Philippians 4:7 is such an amazing verse. Paul writes, “And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

It goes beyond human understanding that we could face difficult experiences with peace, but this is only possible through the Lord Jesus. I had my thyroid and many lymph nodes removed in June of 2005 and went through Radioactive iodine treatment in August of 2005. It was followed by six months of a very high dose of artificial thyroid hormone, a stage the doctors call Hyper Hell. Within six months, small lumps began growing again on the right side of my neck where the cancer had originally spread. About a year ago, lumps appeared on the left side of my neck, along with thyroid antibodies in my blood. The doctor had no answers for me, always told me to come back in six months. I’ve had over three years of pins and needles, prayers and peace.

Last week, after the initial visit and blood work with a new endocrinologist, I woke up early one morning and my first thoughts were what is possibly ahead. The cost is greater now for me to count – I have experienced the surgery and the rai – I KNOW what I might have to go through. I began to cry. Not a cry of huge remorse or anger at the Lord, just a little cry of resignation, knowing it could be a hard road ahead. I cried out to the Lord and my prayers felt like arms reaching up to my Father.

I felt His presence, I felt His peace. I knew I could handle the path ahead, because He was with me.

As I recently visited with a new friend, who lost her husband to cancer only five agonizing months ago, we talked about this. I wept and told her, “How can I ever regret cancer, when I have felt His Presence so closely in ways I never had before?” She agreed, speaking of the same Presence she and her husband had shared in his final 3 1/2 years of life.

So, I am waiting. The doctor said he would call “soon.” I think we have a different definition of soon, it is now 15 days since my appointment. While I am waiting, I am turning those pins and needles into prayers and peace, because the Lord promised me “peace that passes understanding.” I choose to believe Him.

2008 Christmas Greetings from Peltiers

“Children are a blessing from the Lord,” Psalm 127:3

We are very blessed.

It is always an interesting challenge to get this many people to look at the camera, to stop fidgeting, to stop touching each other and to make a normal face. Every year we take 20 or more pics to try to find the perfect shot. Each previous year, one person ended up looking dorky, because there wasn’t a perfect picture.
This year everyone looked great – little Brookie is a little excited, but her finger wasn’t up her nose in this shot, so it was a keeper.

My guest blogger today is my daughter, Grace, the author of this year’s Christmas letter.

She did a great job.

Greetings from the Peltiers!
Well, another Christmas is upon us, and I, Grace, was bestowed the privilege of writing the wonderful Christmas letter.
To begin with, this coming June we celebrate our fifth year of living in Washington. Scary how time flies. Seattle has done us good, and we now know the difference between showers followed by rain and rain followed by showers. We also are astounded when this big yellow ball comes through the rain clouds and warms us up. I hear the tourists call it the sun.
Mom and Dad
are getting gray hair, wrinkles and are wondering if it is too late to change their minds about having six kids. Mom joined a Writer’s club and loves to get out of the crazy house. Dad still works at a computer company and can’t wait to be home at the end of the day, to get away from the crazy computer geeks.
Aaron and Jana
currently live in a small cozy apartment about two hours away from us. July will be a very special month for them; first they will have another baby and then Aaron gets out of the Navy. Meanwhile, Jana is busy eating pickles and chasing Brookelyn.
Dan
is busy drinking coffee, banging on the drums, and fixing his car. Funny, the past two Christmas letters have said, “Dan is planning to go to college next year….” I don’t want to break the tradition, so, Dan is planning on going to college next year in Minnesota for Music Production. Sometimes I wonder if he will go to college at all.
Bethany’s
day consists of sleeping in, (because she was up late the night before watching a Cary Grant or John Wayne movie), scrounging around the house, maybe running some errands for mom, cooking, and helping around the house. The evening sets in and she chooses another old movie to fall asleep to. Oh, what a life! Also, she is currently teaching a young girl how to sew and helping Bekah with school.
I, Grace,
am a busy sophomore who misses her sleep. School, the kitchen, my books and babysitting take a lot of my time. Also, I have mastered the art of procrastination, so if you want to learn sometime, just ask. If i ever graduate I want to to to Lake Washington Technical College and get my degree in Baking Arts.
Jon
is a typical boy and would rather be with his imagination than his schoolbooks any day. his afternoons consist of making guns, building forts, fighting Nazis (he loves WWII history) and he has become quite a strategist and tactician. When he is not in war, he is off in the NAB playoffs beating the Lakers. When mom forces him into reality, he actually ‘enjoys’ school. Who knows, maybe someday we will all be working for him.
Rebekah
is also best friends with her imagination. She goes to college and coffees with her friends, but her biggest worry is whether to wear her pink dress or jean skirt with a flowered top, and then her purple fuzzy heels or her cowboy boots?? Oh, the decisions of a six year old. In reality, she is in kindergarten and is slowly, but surely, learning how to read.
I hope you will have a most blessed Christmas, and remember, it’s not about the presents, pretty lights, yummy cookies, or decorations; it’s all about the Lord Jesus.
Luke 2:10-14
But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; I am bringing you good news of great joy, for all the people; to you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: You will find a child wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace goodwill among men!”
Love,
Our Family

Anything You Say and Do, Can Be Blogged Against You

I have another new form of punishment and torture for my children – the internet. Now that they know that I know how to blog, and do, they are under constant scrutiny to provide the next fodder for my cyber-soliloquy. I even carry a small notebook in my purse, and doodle random actions and exclamations, and keep a running Word document on my youngest child.

For years I have attempted to journal the comical things they say and do on my daily calendar, or in small notebooks for each child. But, who can keep two decades of calendars? The notebooks were read and re-read so many times the pages fell out. So, now I have the means of chronicling their lives and not only broadcasting it to a much wider audience, I can have it preserved forever

– as long as my hard-drive doesn’t crash (again)
-as long as I remember to backup my computer
-as long as someone doesn’t spill milk on my computer (again)
-as long as I remember yet another password

Now, when I hear bickering, I pull out my notebook, not always so discretely, and begin writing. If I don’t have a notebook, I grab a napkin or a scrap piece of paper. When they notice the writing, they sometimes begin to elevate their diction to a level of acceptability.

Sometimes, I may just casually ask, “What did you just say? I’m not sure I got that right?” with hands posed industriously with pen or keyboard, and they give me THE LOOK. We all know THE LOOK. All kids use THE LOOK on their parents. It is when their eyebrows and lips morph into the expression that quietly shouts both “What are you thinking?” and “Are you really my parent?”

Then I give them the PARENT LOOK back. We all know the PARENT LOOK. All children have seen the PARENT LOOK after they have dared question the superior wisdom and authority of their parental unit. It is the look when the eyebrows raise and the lips barely smirk, and we are quietly and victoriously shouting back,
“Yes, I AM thinking” and
“Yes, I AM your parent” but it adds,
“And if you don’t behave better, I am going to wear leopard stretch pants or a sweater with beads, mirrors and sequins sewed all over it the next time I take you out in public…and THEN I am going to blog you. Because, remember,

Anything you say and do,
can be blogged against you.