Thursday, March 19, 2009

MY GIRL

How do I introduce you to my girl?
This is one of those post that I hope will not take on book form. I am not sure it can be done in one post . I have started to write it a dozen times and each time am overwhelmed with so many memories. I will do it in time periods and see how far I get and how many tears I shed.

First meet 18 year old Amanda, All-American cheerleader. Both of our kids were blessed to go to our church's private school, Evangel Christian Academy, a football giant! (for any of you across the US that love high school football, you have probably heard of it) !

It all begin on a very normal January day. Amanda was about to begin the spring semester of her senior year. Through tons of tears she told us she was pregnant. She had courageously carried that secret ALONE for four months. She had continued to cheer, was an awesome gymnast, and it was a year we had played football well into December winning the State Championship. Her words to me that day were "Mom, I just did not want to tell you during your tree decorating season. You had enough stress!"
She had gone to a Crisis Pregnancy Counseling Center in early October to take a pregnancy test. She was not in love with the Dad, she told me abortion was not even a thought, so she just decided to wait until after the holidays to tell us. Adoption, as wonderful as it is in some situations, was also something she never considered. She told our pastor/close friend first and then together on that January afternoon, they told us.
In the midst of our shock, our family had never stood so solidly together. Now when I think back on that day and think of all the things she was going to miss, the plans that were going to change, the changes that were coming to our home, I would tell you that my normal reaction, at least initially would have been to be angry, hurt, sick, devastated, and every other emotion on the hysteria scale. What I can tell you is that I had absolutely none of those feelings. The only emotion Jack and I both felt was just such profound sadness that she had carried that burden alone for 4 months. She was 5 months pregnant and had not gained a pound. (We call it the shortest pregnancy in history).
God's grace was just all over our home. I remember getting up the next day and looking in the mirror and wondering why I was fine. Why the peace? It must be shock..all these things running through my mind...and guess what? That peace never left, not for a day, not for an hour, not for a minute.

The school gave her the option to continue school or finishing up her work at home and graduating. She chose to stay home and was finished in just a couple of months. She and I began to plan the nursery immediately. That first week we got an ultrasound and knew the baby was a boy. Amanda took it upon herself to call all our family members,her grandparents,our friends, etc. I stood amazed at her strength.


The first week in May, Amanda graduated from high school and on May 27, Parker Benjamin Powell was born. It was a precious moment, a holy moment. I was in delivery with Amanda and after a very short, easy labor, the doctor handed me the scissors to cut the cord. There are moments in life that are seared in your memory as "The BEST"! This was one of those.
As I stepped out of the delivery room to introduce Parker, there were his great grandparents, his aunt and uncle and a multitude of friends. More tears and lots of celebration. He is a fifth generation and named after his two great, great grandfathers. His great, great grandmother Parker was still alive and he quickly became the king of the nursing home.

From that day until this day almost 10 years later, everyday we have told that little man that he is the best thing that ever happened to any of us. So much so that I can say "Hey Parker" and he will say "I know, I am the best thing that ever happened to you". I love it. Amanda was a teenager, but she was also SUPER MOM. There was never a day we were not proud of her. And the village was ready and willing to help her raise her baby. Parker had more close friends at one month than I had at 45.

Since this already looks like a book I will save some of the in between God stories of the next eight years. Amanda went to work for a group of doctors, who she still works for today. She could not ask for a better job. She went to college, traveled, visited her girlfriends away at college (sometimes Parker tagging along)...he was everyone's baby.
I work from home, so we were always able to keep him and at almost 10, he has never been to daycare or stayed with a babysitter. Amanda's number one focus has always been Parker. And there is no little boy more in love with his Mom. I never had to be the Mom, always Grammy Girlfriend..and I have loved every minute of it.

When Parker was almost eight, Amanda found the man God meant for her. She was madly in love, but she first had to be sure Micah had fallen in love with Parker. Wow, did he ever! That was another answer prayer.

She had several relationships during the 8 prior years, but never felt that any of them were right for Parker. We are so thankful she waited. So almost 2 years ago on a sweet day in July, her Dad and Parker walked her down the aisle and gave her away. There was not a dry eye in the church.

So today you meet the 28 year old,very happily married Amanda, MOM of 2 little boys, one 10 and one a year old.
Life is good.

I don't want you to think that there were no hard issues, but that's another post for another day and during the pregnancy, it really did not matter. For the first years of Parker's life, the father was not ready to be a Dad, but I can say with great joy, because of many prayers he is in Parker's life today.
So along the way I will blog about some other God stories about Amanda and Parker. God has given us so many opportunities to encourage other parents that are facing their teenagers and unplanned pregnancies
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Amanda and Baby Jack

Amanda and Parker at Disney World

My Girl

Thursday, March 12, 2009

MY BOY

Greg and Dana on our Disney trip


A rare day to take a nap

Many words describe him. One word defines him and that is generous.

Greg is 35 and I have no idea how that could be.

I still feel far too young to have a boy that age. Actually it really creeps me out for him to say his age, meaning his Mom must be ancient. This is where long term memory surfaces and I am reminded that my short term is not all that great. I can vividly remember the day I found out I was pregnant with him. I can remember every detail of the day he was born, down to the people that visited me....I remember the total joy of a little guy that started us on the road (though sometimes long and and hard)of parenthood, or at least the easy part.

Kids grow up and Kids make you proud and he has done both well. I am in awe of the wonderful man he has become. Thank you Lord. So many things make me proud of him. He is a wonderful husband ...his wife would say "the best". He is an awesome step-dad (you would never ever know Austin is not his biological child). And just to make sure you don't think we live in a perfect family, he went through a divorce 7 years ago that was devastating to him. For the past 5 years he has been married to the Right person. Another thank you Lord. He is the ultimate brother and his name is next to UNCLE in the dictionary. That is another post when I introduce you to my daughter. (next post)
He is the hardest worker. I love a good work ethic and in this day and time, I see so many kids that do not have it. He has been in the car business for the past 15 years, moving up the ladder, working 80 hour weeks many weeks. I would call him a workaholic, except that he does it all so he can bless others.

He just loves to GIVE. He has a soft heart and would give anyone the shirt off his back. I fear that at times his generosity has been to a fault...but I think he has learned a few good life lessons. And how can you not be proud of a generous son?


He was born to be a Dad....he has so many of the same traits as my husband. That dream is coming true when he and Dana welcome a new little boy in June. The grin on his face has not gone away since the day he found out she was pregnant.
So that's my boy and no Mom could be prouder. It is a great place in life, when you would choose your kids as friends even if they were not your child. Next post will be "My Girl" and that is a God Story!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

My Man

A Son That Loves His DAD

Now that I have introduced myself to you, I am going to take each of my immediate family members and for the next few posts, introduce them.

I have to start with "my man"! We have been married for almost 37 years. When I was a cheerleader in high school, he was the high school football coach. That immediately makes it sound sketchy. NOT....

Jack is nine years older than me and that has always been a plus for us. We did not date until I went to college and he was at the same college that summer to finish his Masters Degree. We dated for a year and married the next June. Our main connection back then was our love for football. Today, I our greatest connection is sharing the same kids and grandkids. I loved being a coaches wife. And that I was for the next 20 years.

If you ask twenty people that know my husband well to describe him in one word, they would all say "servant"! His greatest love is helping people and making people (especially his family) happy.

Let me backtrack a bit and tell a little of his story. He was put in foster care at a very early age, so for the first 15 years of his life, he was a ward of the county and went from one foster home to another. When he was in the 10th grade, his Junior High School football coach, who was only 13 years older than he, stopped him in the hall and ask him if he would like to come to live with his family. A year or so later, they offically adopted him. So for the first time ever, he was a part of a family at 16. You can see why "FAMILY" means everything to him.


We spent the next years on children and football. We had a son and then 6 years later a daughter. Jack was a head football coach in several places in Texas and moving was just part of a coach's life. As I think back, it was quite a journey and so many treasured friends came from those coaching jobs. Finally we stopped in Shreveport, coaching at Evangel Christian Academy, and have lived here for the past 20 years.

After retiring from coaching, sitting around was not in Jack's vocabulary, so he found the perfect job. He had lots of bus driving experience from his coaching days, so in the past years he has driven chartered buses for college athletic teams. A job he can do as much or as little as he wants. That leaves lots of time for trips with the grandchildren.

No two kids have a better Dad than mine do. They know they got super lucky in the Dad department. He is the best! And equally good at being POP to the three and almost 4 grandsons, that we adore. But there has never been a day that I have not known that I was his Princess. And if I do forget it, my girlfriends quickly remind me.

We have shared so much. Good times and not so good times. In the past years we have gone on some wonderful trips...I have had the opportunity to travel with him on some really fun bus trips to some fabulous places. Our favorite trips are "grandparent trips" and we do them often.

I am so blessed to walk this road called life, with such a great MAN!