The Dutch Rush

They're Dutch and Life's a Rush



photo (1)Okay, this girl…is wonderful. And old. A teenager to be exact.

(And I am going to shamelessly brag about her for a minute, so if that is annoying to you don’t worry about it. Just go back to whatever else you  were doing.)

This has been a big year for her. In January she got braces and contacts, and suddenly looked waayyyy too old. She also grew this year. She is proudly taller than me. I am the height to beat apparently. She shortened her name to Allie. She’s been begging to do this off and on since she was about 6. Not sure why we didn’t do that back then. It would have been way easier to start calling her something else at age 6 than at age 12…oh well. She’s sweet no matter what we call her.

We have fun together. A lot. She has a great sense of humor. And when I think she’s funny, then I’m sure she got it from me, when I think she’s snarky, well. Obviously then she got it from Michael.

The other day we were working in the kitchen together and she said “it sure is fun when we are both happy”. Ooooh. Yes, it is. And that’s the trick. Both girls in the house happy…at the same time…


Anyway. This girl loves her family and friends. She’s serious about God, and how she can share Him with others. She is learning to play the piano and the drums, she decided to learn French this year. I’m impressed, she can already pronounce stuff. In fact when I run into a hard French word in our reading, she’ll offer to help me out.  She has been learning Dutch for a few years. Really. Ask her something in Dutch. Don’t tell anyone, but I am also trying to learn it so I can figure out what these kids are saying…

She’s still pretty good at bossing other people around. That means she fits right in around here. So we try to find people outside of our house for her to boss around. Thank heaven for neighbors!

She leads her own group at Awana. They love her. Of course they do.

She bakes a lot. And it’s delicious. She reads cook books for fun.

She also thinks deeply about a lot of things. You might not suspect this when you’re talking to her…she has a blonde streak that makes her Dad roll his eyes and call her “Her Mother’s Daughter”. I have no idea what he’s talking about.


Can you tell that this kind of post is hard to write? It sounds like ridiculous bragging, which is nauseating in others, so I TRY not to come off that way…but really. I love this child and I am so proud of her. And yet. I know she’s not perfect. Because I’m not, and no one is. But God loves us anyway. So I’m not sure there is a huge difference between an imperfect teenager and an imperfect adult. I guess we’ll keep working on not being hypocrites, and apologizing when we mess up, and loving each other a whole lot.

So as I head into these teen years with her, we’ll do it together. Two imperfect people. Who love each other.

3 thoughts on “Allie

  1. Sharon Dodd says:

    Beautiful story, thank you for sharing Mary, great idea. You and Michael are doing a wonderful job of parenting, life and love.

    1. admin says:

      Thank you Sharon 🙂 I appreciate that!

  2. Sue Hull says:

    You should just brag all you want! And yes. I would say your height is the one to beat, not Michael. Christy and Kay were both happy to finally stop getting taller at almost six feet. Blessings to you and your lovely family.

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