{"id":5759,"date":"2013-01-08T07:59:37","date_gmt":"2013-01-08T13:59:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wheelchairmommy.com\/?p=5759"},"modified":"2013-01-08T08:01:18","modified_gmt":"2013-01-08T14:01:18","slug":"teachtogive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.wheelchairmommy.com\/closed\/2013\/teachtogive\/","title":{"rendered":"Teaching my boys to give"},"content":{"rendered":"

My boys have never had to want for anything.<\/strong><\/p>\n

They live a very rich, full life.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sometimes, too full; not always as rich as any of us would like.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I did not grow up with designer jeans or any of the trendy clothes.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wasn’t one of the cool kids because I didn’t hang out at the pool or play sports.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was, however, always warm and my tummy was always full.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was cared for and cherished by a mom that had ‘been there, done that’ EIGHT times before me, yet I was her baby and I showered with so much love.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It would be a lie to say I don’t wish things had been slightly<\/em> different.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wish I could have fit in more. <\/strong><\/p>\n

I really wanted Girbaud jeans BEFORE they were on there way out, instead of the pair I got from the outlets when everyone had moved on to something else.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I really wanted a new clarinet instead of the old one that smelled like moth balls.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can’t change MY childhood, but I can change things for my own kids.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My boys now have cool clothes and participate in group activities and have more friends than I can keep up with.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sometimes I think I over do things.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I want to find balance.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I want them to see that others lack the things they take for granted.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I want to teach them that they can fill the gaps. <\/strong><\/p>\n

We can fill the gaps, together.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I want them to someday know where that fine line lies when they have kids. <\/strong><\/p>\n

I’m sure they won’t, but I can try.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some may think that my blogging brings in money. It does not. Not even close.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It does bring in other riches though.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Riches I would have never found without these words I type when the moods strikes me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

These riches are friendships I have formed with other bloggers; other moms.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

These moms also want to find balance withe their children.<\/strong><\/p>\n

One such friend wrote a BEAUTIFUL book about a Princess that already had that figured out.\u00a0<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sadie’s creator, my beautiful friend Amanda, had the opportunity to travel to India<\/a> with Children’s Hope Ches<\/a>t back in November 2012.<\/strong><\/p>\n

As I read her blog posts, my heart broke for the children there. I hugged my babies tighter. I longed to hold the boys and girls she posted about.<\/strong><\/p>\n

When Amanda came home, she shared a few pictures of kids that would need to be sponsored.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I scanned the pictures she laid out on her sofa and each face looked so hopeful, so full of life and opportunity. Opportunity they might not get if I didn’t help.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I knew we had to bring one of these kids into our lives.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I knew which boy, almost immediately, of course it was a boy. How could it be anything but?!<\/strong><\/p>\n

His eyes spoke to me.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I know that might sound strange, but something about him reminded me of my sweet boy, Lucas.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amanda knew exactly who I was talking about just from my description and today, January 7th 2013, I have committed to sponsor this little boy until he no longer needs me to sponsor him.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My boys will write to him, send him pictures and learn about HIS life in India. <\/strong><\/p>\n

I hope that he writes back and that we get to watch him grow into a fine young man with a great life.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I hope that they form a true friendship with him and can someday help in other ways.<\/strong><\/p>\n

This is Rohit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My wish is that he helps MY boys find a new joy in life. A joy in GIVING to others and helping them with the little things they need in life.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Clearly this little boy is already full of joy, but I hope we can make his life a little easier.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I hope that one day, I get to give him a REAL hug and tell him how much he changed our lives for the better.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Rohit\"<\/a>

Rohit<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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