About dgingoglia

I am a wife and mother of two boys (one biological and one adopted from foster care). Ive been blessed at being able to be a stay at home mom and take care of my family and household. I enjoy volunteering at my son's schools and also at my church. I strive to grow closer to God daily thru prayer and spiritual readings. My family is Catholic and we attend weekly mass along with being very active in our Parish. My hobbies include reading constantly! Whether a novel, article, Bible, I seem to always be reading! I love being at the ocean and breathing in the salty air. I used to be a crafter and hope to tap into that creative side again soon. My absolute favorite thing in life is a long, meaningful conversation and listening to the sounds of my family laughing and singing!

The Quest for Happiness!

The quest for happiness! I’m in! Everyone seems to be on it, so yep, me too!!!

What does it mean to be on a quest for something? I suppose it means I am on a journey, a search; looking for something I don’t already have or something that has been lost. I’ve always possessed the skills required for detective work, being observant and analytical, so I should be good at this!

So then what is happiness? What am I searching for? Is it a tangible, hidden treasure buried deep within the earth that I need to travel far to uncover? I don’t often like to travel far from home, so I sure hope not. Will I know it when I find it? Will it be labeled? And once I find it is there the risk someone may try to steal it from me? Do I need to keep it hidden so nobody knows I have it?

Or is happiness an intangible feeling associated with excitement and fun? If so, am I really on a quest for the things, people, or places that will bring me to those experiences? And how many do I need to collect before I am done searching? I often have long, tiring days. I’m not sure I have the time, energy, or money to add more “stuff” in my waking hours that can make my life more exciting.

Well this is all seeming a bit hopeless to me now. Maybe this isn’t a quest I’m cut out for. How will a person like me ever find happiness?

The good news is that happiness, as I have discovered, isn’t any of these things! I don’t need to travel far to find it and once I’ve revealed it to myself there isn’t a person or situation that can take it away from me. Sure happiness can be experienced through excitement and fun but can also survive through moments of calmness, boredom, and even those that may be unpleasant.

What is happiness? Where do I find it? How do I get it? How do I keep it?

Happiness is a choice that I make, everyday! It is a contentment within myself and only I can control it. It is hidden within the decisions I make to do the “right” thing and strive to live my life with honesty, integrity, self-control, courage, love, kindness, gratitude, and humility. It isn’t only available to those with a lot of free time or money or even good health. We can all fulfill this craving regardless of our circumstances. The quest doesn’t require I travel on an archeological dig to ancient ruins. Instead it requires a trip deep into my heart where my soul’s true desires lie, waiting to be exposed to the world around me. Happiness is not my reaction to luxury items, exotic vacations, wealth, popularity, good health, or even laughter. It is an action I take knowing, at the end of each day, that I have done all I could to truly feel alive! It is a quest I will continue pursuing all the days of my life. Allowing myself forks in the road that I will meet with a gentle patience, and forgiveness.

The quest for happiness! I’m definitely in!


“Let the little children come to me!”

‘Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs.’
By appearances, Jacob seems to be like any ordinary 9 year old boy. However Jacob is far from ordinary, in fact he is quite special. Jacob came to us as a foster child at 19 months old, and we soon after adopted him. He had a rough start at life. He was taken from his birth mom the day he was born and put into foster care. He went through drug withdrawals on that day and has since been diagnosed with Epilepsy, Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, developmental disabilities, Sensory Processing Disorder, and ADHD, among many other learning disabilities. Since Jacob was very young his schedule has consisted of appointments with Social Workers, School Psychologists, Occupational, Speech, Behavior, and Play Therapists. He attends a Special Day Class which specializes in teaching children with similar learning and behavior issues outside of the mainstream classroom. Jacob has a very difficult time focusing and staying still for more than about 3 seconds, so he has a one-on-one aide to assist him in staying on task. He learns at a much slower pace than most and conversation is very difficult for Jacob. All of this information and labeling classifies Jacob as a Special Needs child.

imageHe is very SPECIAL indeed. Because, what is most extraordinary about Jacob is his ability to love, purely and deeply, from the heart. He can light up a room with his warm welcoming hello. Jacob doesn’t just walk from place to place; he skips wherever he goes, usually while singing a song at the same time.

He has been attending mass with us and our oldest son, Nick, at Santa Teresa Parish since he first moved into our home. He is well known by the parishioners and our community has accepted him for who he is. He greets them all enthusiastically with hugs when he sees them. He rushes after mass to say good morning to Fr. Bennett, pushing his way through others to shake his hand. Jacob also loves music. He is often clapping loudly from our back pew seats, while shouting “Gloria!” with much energy and emotion.

We often try to keep Jacob quieter than he would like at mass. He doesn’t quite understand boundaries. Keeping him in his seat and with us can sometimes be challenging. So you could imagine our dilemma when our Sacramental Program Coordinator, Aurora Calub and Pastoral Associate, Lynda Demanti, approached us asking if we were going to be signing up Jacob for Sacramental Prep a couple of years ago. We realized Jacob was the same age as the other children signing up, but mentally and cognitively we were not sure what he would understand. He does a great job mimicking our behavior during mass, and he joins us in family prayer and traditions at home, often asking very randomly if we could pray. But, we were unsure if he had a true understanding of God and especially the Eucharist. We were told to pray about it.

We decided to “give it a try”. He attended the preparation classes with one of us by his side. He fidgeted, and most of the time seemed inattentive. More doubt entered into our minds and we wondered if we should wait a few more years until he could focus a bit better on all the material being presented. We also worried he would not be able to follow the directions for the actual ceremony and would wander around the church, doing his own thing. We didn’t want him to distract attention away from the other children receiving their First Eucharist and Confirmation that same day. We prayed more about it and started to notice an anxiousness stirring in Jacob. We practiced the response he would say as he was to receive the Body of Christ. He could often be heard reciting “Body of Christ, Amen” from his bed early in the morning or before he drifted off to sleep. We decided to move forward and trust God.

The big day arrived, Jacob’s First Communion and Confirmation. He was so excited that day. From the moment he woke it was all he could talk about. He told everyone he came into contact with, from the grocery store clerk, to the neighbor down the street, that he was making his First Communion and receiving the Body of Christ. We were still nervous as we dressed for the event. He was greeted at church by our dear friends and his Sponsors Don & Janet Wolk.

Everything seemed to be going as usual. And then something absolutely amazing happened for Jacob. He focused. He stood proudly through mass and followed all the cues his Sponsors gave him as he followed the other children through the ceremony. Of course, he was still Jacob, skipping all the way. He brought energy to the moment that was absolutely contagious. He was so joyful. He was the first to answer Fr. Bennett when he called all the children up and asked them why they were there. “I am making my First Communion!”, he proudly replied.

Something amazing happened for us during that mass also. We stopped thinking with our heads and started feeling with our hearts. Something Jacob had been trying to teach us all along. We let go, and let God. The ceremony continued beautifully. Jacob giggled from the Chrism tickling his head during his Confirmation, he pushed his way through the children to be next to Fr. Bennett during the Our Father, and he loved in his own special way that only Jacob can. He touched so many people that day. We are thankful that we opened our hearts enough to trust God and let this very special little child come to Him.

Dance in the Front of the Crowd

While singing Christmas Carols this weekend at a nursing home with several families from my church community, I noticed an elderly lady in the front row staring at me with a huge smile on her face. This doesn’t seem unusual. After all we were there hoping to bring smiles to many faces with our performance.  Only I caught her smiling my way when I wasn’t singing.

There were about ten families with us this day including grandparents and young children. One of the youngest in our group spontaneously moved to the front of the crowd and started to dance as we sang one of the more upbeat songs.  As he was dancing I found myself engaged in this moment with him, completely lost to anything else happening around me.  So much so that I stopped singing. I could feel a warmth surround me and my eyes well up with joyful tears, awkwardly overcome by emotion.  I was moved wholly by the beautiful goodness of a child, freely giving of himself without hesitation, in order to provide happiness to others.  Something we as adults have often taught ourselves to hold back.  I watched him closely, observing how comfortable he appeared and how he brought laughter from the onlookers and I allowed my own heart to waken to the spirit of the season. As I returned to my singing, slightly embarrassed by my vulnerability, I became aware of the lady watching me and smiling widely.  She had witnessed my brief departure from performing and kindly nodded with a welcomed acceptance, as if to say “Yes child, give!  Give of yourself with your whole heart and soul!  Don’t hold back.  Dance in the front of the crowd!”.

I know there is much to be learned from the innocence of the young. Their unconditional approach to loving others is extremely desirable.  And I also know there is much to be learned from the wisdom of the aged. Their experiences throughout life can guide us with meaningful direction.  In one small unexpected moment, on this particular day in early December, I was blessed with receiving both a lesson from the young and an approval from the aged. It truly doesn’t get much better than that!

As is often the case in participating in acts of charity, much is gained by the “giver” as well as the “receiver”.  This experience was no exception.  It was appropriate that we started off the Advent season with this kind gesture. I am grateful for the opportunity to have brightened the afternoon for those living in this home and equally appreciative for the memory I will always carry with me.  And I am hoping that next time I will join in on the dance.

Any Given Sunday

I serve as a Hospitality Minister at my church.

On the Sunday’s that I am assigned, I greet people at the doors as they are hurrying into mass. Our initial meeting is usually very brief, rarely allowing for eye contact. They are busy searching for available seats, often shaking off their umbrellas, taking off their coats, or gathering their children together, trying to leave their chaos at the door.  I have two children of my own, so I know how difficult it can be to get all of us ready and out of the house on time to get to church and seated for the very start of mass. Like those I am observing, it usually takes us a while to get centered and truly focused.  Leaving the outside world behind can be very challenging.

I stand in the back of the church during these particular Sundays and I watch from behind.  As time goes by I see husbands and wives reach out their hands to each other, even for a moment, as a sign of their unity.  I see others kneeling down in prayer or stretching their hands upward to the heavens, truly living in the moment of praise.  Peace and tranquility have triumphed.

But then as I move to the front of the church and lead each member of the rows out to receive Holy Communion, I am allowed another very special and important view. I see their faces. Faces no longer hurried.  Faces no longer searching.  Faces that have settled into their surroundings.  Yet the outside world has NOT been left behind.  Each face clearly shows the years that have passed.  Some are bright and smooth, young and vibrant. Others are old and wrinkled, aged by experience, loss, and hardship.  But all of these faces are full of hope.  As they enter into the most intimate encounter with their God, they are able to bring all their troubles and fears, pleasures and comforts along with them, however chaotic.

I am humbled as I bear witness to this connection of God calling his people to Him. God invites every part of us to His table.  Nothing needs to be left at the door and the seating is plentiful.


Traces of Her

Our son. 

Does he have her smile or does he mimic mine?
Does he share her stubbornness or is he an independent strong willed child?
Does he enjoy her skip or is that a reflection of his day?

So many things I don’t know about the woman he would have called mommy.
Too many things I do know.

He had a rough start at life due to her choices.
He continues to struggle every day since.

Did she face similar trials? 

Did she laugh often too?
Did she have someone read her a bedtime story also?
Did she love to tell knock-knock jokes as well?

Did she feel loved like he does?

So little is known, yet he is proof that she existed.
She has left her mark on this world.

Our son. 

It’s all About Time(ing)

I love those moments of clarity and confirmation when the universe is boldly letting you know you are on the right path. 

I went on a long overdue matinee movie date today with a girlfriend.  We had been trying to get together since the end of September to celebrate her birthday, but it took this long for our schedules to line up. Having such a small window of opportunity to watch a movie while the kids are in school means needing to choose one that starts in the eleven o’clock hour.  We had decided Friday would work and she sent me a quick text to let me know that there was indeed a movie that sounded decent showing in our timeframe. Perfect! I trust her judgement, so I did not check to see what the movie was about.  I got to the theater ahead of her to purchase our tickets but couldn’t remember the name of the movie. There were two starting at 11:00 am, Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa, and About Time. Assuming we are not the ‘Jackass’ kind of gals,  I correctly bought the tickets to About Time.  

Well, well, well, let me just say that it has been a long time since my heart felt so full from watching a movie. 

I want everyone I know to see this movie and I don’t want to give away details. I will only say that it is beautiful!  It is about birth and death and choices and love and living our lives!  And recognizing that the little things in our everyday life ARE actually the big things!

I posted my first entry to my Blog yesterday morning about committing my life to noticing it’s daily wonderments. And then within 2 short hours I received a blessing that made my heart swell and my spirit dance. I wanted to stand up at the end of the movie and shout out a confirming YES!

It truly is About Time!  I was to see this movie at the precise time that I saw it.  My heart was long overdue to experience the many emotions embraced by the movie.  It gave me the affirmation necessary to continue down the road that brings simple joys everyday. 

And this morning somehow the sun seems brighter!

The Little Things

The recent death of a family member has me thinking a lot about life lately.

As I listened to friends and family reminisce about him during his memorial service, the term “bucket list” came up, a list of things you want to do before you die.

I don’t have a bucket list. I’ve never even thought of having one, until now.

I envy the people who know what they want to do, where they want to go, and people they want to meet. My circumstances in life have often changed quickly and drastically, so keeping a list without crossing out and changing items would be close to impossible, and I may run the risk of feeling like a failure.

Instead, I’ve decided to try to focus on the many wonderful things that happen in my life daily; the people I encounter, the personal growth I experience due to facing and overcoming challenges, and the many opportunities I’m given to try to make the world a better place.

I’ve started this Blog to document these parts of my life journey. It’s something I have always wanted to do (write), which is why I have titled it “1st Check Off The Bucket List”.

I’ve had some incredible little experiences, with pretty huge outcomes and worthy of mentioning. That’s not to say I won’t find myself traveling the world or the country with my family one day. But my highlight won’t be on the destination, it will be on the path that gets me there. And I hope to write about all of it here.

There is lots of joy to be had in simply living our lives!

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”
~ Robert Brault