Debbie Williamson

Out of the Abundance of the Heart

Family Archive

Sunday

19

March 2017

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Safe From the Mayhem

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As one who avoided all science classes in college and managed to graduate with Anthropology 11 fulfilling the science requirement for a Sociology degree, I actually can get my mind around these few lines of explanation. I can picture what that looks like.

Realizing that it’s happening in my mother’s brain though, breaks me a bit. How can it be her? What happened that caused the plaques and tangles to form in her wise, sweet, kind mind? Diet Coke? Balance bars? Pretty much zero exercise?

But this is the mystery of Alzheimer’s . . . apparently, no one knows. Why is it her brain cells and tissues are dying? Where did the plaque come from? The tangles? Will the tracks ever straighten?

Saturday

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February 2017

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Alzheimers.org

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“Hi, I’m Debbie and my mom has early stage Alzheimers”.

10 words I never thought would leave my mouth. Ever. Ever. Ever.

I was sitting in a small office at the local senior center with four elderly women each of whom was caring for a loved one with some form of dementia. Two facilitators were leading this support group for care givers. To say it was a bit surreal is an understatement. It felt more like I’d been transported to the Twilight Zone. On Jupiter. Without a space suit.

They talked and I listened still in disbelief that I was in that room for that reason on that sunny Friday morning.

Life is weird.

So many other things had come unglued in my life at the end of 2016, but the health and mental capacity of my mother was not one of them.

January 3, 2017 — our lives took a radically different turn.

Wednesday

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August 2016

12

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Launching, Landing and Leaving – Part 2

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(School began in our district today, so I thought I would repost this from last August. Whether you’re launching a precious one to preschool, high school, grad school, or boot camp, this one’s for you.)

As we took our youngest to grad school last week, I remembered all the other times we’d taken her to new places and then said good-bye.

Kindergarten, middle school, high school, Young Life camp, college and now grad school in very far away Indiana.

People ask me all the time if we miss her. Yes we miss her, but we’ve been doing this for 22 years — launching her into her own life and space, helping her land and then, leaving her behind.

When she was 5, we walked her to the kindergarten door at Wide Hollow Elementary School and sent her in. Our first real experience of launching and leaving this baby of ours. We helped her land, gave her a hug, and walked to the car.

(Not so sad, really, that day. She’d been a challenging infant and toddler, so I’m thinking Bill and I might have done a happy dance in the parking lot. Maybe. Can’t really remember. Did I say challenging?)

Saturday

9

April 2016

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Our Daughter, The Photographer

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Our oldest daughter is a spectacular photographer. (I’m totally biased, but she really is!) She and her husband are in Juneau, Alaska this weekend for a wedding shoot. So, since I’ve been praying for them and cherishing the wonder I feel every time I see the beauty she creates through her lens, I’m reposting a post I wrote 2 1/2 years ago as she was just starting her business and we were along for the ride. Now that she travels doing weddings and engagements and product launches, we’re not along for the ride much anymore. But that’s the beauty of instagram and blogs! You can see all her work here at katskyephoto.com

Monday

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March 2016

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And The Award Goes To . . .

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I have believed for a long time there is a special reward in heaven for kindergarten teachers. For most children, these amazing men and women are the first special other person apart from their family.

And boy oh boy oh boy do they earn it!

Years ago I watched my funny, clever, wise friend teach new kindergarteners how to use pump soap — “Just one pump my friends” — how to line up without touching and bumping and wanting to always be in the front, how to share without crying, how to use scissors and tape and glue, and on and on and on. I remember thinking, “I would lose my mind.”

There is a special reward in heaven for these sacrificial, loving, nurturing humans.

Sunday

13

March 2016

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Bring On The Mess!

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I never liked to be messy, do messy things, mess in general. Some of my earliest memories involved very neat bedrooms, lots of hand washing, and absolutely NO sand on my towel at the beach. A bit OCD growing up.

Then I became a mom. Poor girls.

When they were little, if a project involved mess, we didn’t do it. Glitter, flour, dirt, finger painting. . . Nope, nope, nope, nope. We did neat things, played neat games, kept bedrooms tidy. Very little baking — flour, bad! Carving pumpkins — icky and messy! (I know you’re feeling sorry for them right now. I’m feeling sorry for them too. But I’m looking forward to a do-over now that I’m a grammy.)

Monday

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December 2015

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Good News of Great Joy!

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Middle daughter was born in 1990 on a brittle, barren February Saturday in Chicago. We’d been at a dinner party the night before and as we left I remember feeling icky. Her older sister had been born 10 days late 2 1/2 years before, so it didn’t occur to me that I might be going into labor five days early. Funny how our minds block out pain. Sure enough, by early the next morning, we were bundling up older sister, dropping her off at a friend’s home, and heading to the hospital. We were in our room by 8.

For the next five hours, the midwife knitted, Bill read Sports Illustrated, and I labored. By 1, they broke my water and middle child was born 1/2 hour later. 7 pounds, 1 ounce, 20 1/2 inches long. Piece of cake. After the first birth, I wasn’t sure she’d have siblings. After this one, I decided three more would be awesome! (The nurse later said it was the easiest labor and delivery she’d ever been a part of in her 20 years of nursing. See, three more!)

Fast forward 25 years and this precious daughter of ours was now ready to deliver a baby of her own. But it wasn’t going as smoothly or as quickly as hers had gone.

Thursday

17

December 2015

5

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The Due Date. Sigh.

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Middle daughter’s due date has come and gone. Nine months of waiting . . . and waiting . . . and waiting . . . and the hoped for date has passed them by. (A friend and I decided that doctors should eliminate estimating exact dates of births. Instead they should tell the mommies, Your baby will be born mid-Decemberish or Sometime in early June. Wouldn’t that ease the anxiety?) Everything is fine with baby girl, healthy and strong and BIG! The doctor thinks she’s already 8 pounds! Holy Cow. Return those newborn clothes.

Wednesday

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November 2015

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Rescuing Beautiful Brick

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I was in Upland, Indiana last week visiting our youngest daughter at Taylor University. Upland, population 3,826, is 90 miles northeast of Indianapolis.

When we dropped her off in July, her dad and I felt certain she’d made a very big mistake choosing this grad program at Taylor in Upland, Indiana, population 3,826. (My high school was almost that big.) But after moving her in, building a bookcase, and increasing Kmart’s revenue, we said good-bye and left our baby to figure out her new life.

Wednesday

4

November 2015

6

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I Heart Yakima

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We lived in Yakima, Washington from 1995-1999 (the Palm Springs of Washington, in case you didn’t know). During those brief years, God changed me through the relationships that developed and deepened as we pursued God together.

I was in Yakima last week visiting those wonderful friends.

A small group of them meet weekly to share and pray for one another, to ask God to speak to them. They were gracious to invite me that morning.

As I talked about my life and family, I mentioned some things that were causing some confusion and doubt. One of them said, “Well, let’s ask the Lord about that.”

So we did.