Motherhood is interesting.
There are all those cute little quips about holding their hands for a little while, but their hearts forever. Or perhaps the challenges of each phase of life . . . mom is amazing, mom is so helpful, mom don't hug me in front of my friends, mom give me money so I can go out, mom your so out of touch, mom you don't know anything, mom hug me my heart is broken, mom I should have listened to you, mom what do I do, mom thanks for always being there, mom, please don't leave, mom I miss you.
I have had the unique experience of two kids with health challenges. It helped to create a tighter bond than some families. It also makes it much harder to let them go and make their own mistakes and learn their own lessons. Both of my children are incredibly intelligent and well beyond their years. They have huge hearts, generous souls, and a finesse around people that astounds me. Still, they have their moments of wanting to recreate the wheel.
I wish I could open up their brains and shove my 45 years in there. I'd do a little Spring cleaning. While in there, I would clean out their hurts, wipe away their trials, and stuff those life lessons neatly for easy access. I would take out the trash, clean up the language, put in some GOOD music (just kidding - they both LOVE great music), and stock their cranial refrigerator with all kinds of goodies. I would sweep out the cobwebs and frame their accomplishments. I'd repaint and refurbish all the magnificent items in their they believe to be old and worn out.
Alas, I cannot get in there. And so it is my task to simply hug them, squeeze them, love them, share with them, suffer with them, hold them, console them, guide them, and offer them whatever they might need along the way. Believe me when I say that it is much harder to raise a child than to be a child ~ even when the child is an adult! Spring cleaning is just a pipe dream!
Love you ~
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
A Single Teardrop
The devastation in the Northeast due to Hurricane Irene is absolutely incredible.
Mother Nature is a fickle woman with powers beyond our comprehension. The havoc she has created and the destruction she has unleashed takes a little while to sink in . . . unless, of course, you are there. Still, I think there is a period of shock where you cannot comprehend what you are seeing . . . or not seeing any more.
I come from a tiny little area in upstate New York. Parts of it were torn up pretty badly. Thoughts of having pieces of my childhood that could be gone forever are very saddening to me. Thank God, though, my memories are mine to keep. My brothers are all well and safe, although it now takes them twice as long, and longer, to get anywhere due to road closures . . . or road non-existence.
My heart is with you.
Folks in Florida say, "Now they'll appreciate what we go through." Who wants to 'appreciate' these sorts of things? Any hurricane any where is horrible. I wish you all as speedy a recovery as possible. If you are healthy, with family intact, then you are among the richest folks out there. Stuff can be replaced. Memories can never be stripped. Family and friends are among your most treasured possessions.
And remember . . . a single teardrop on earth summons the King of Heaven.
My heart, love, and prayers to you all!
Mother Nature is a fickle woman with powers beyond our comprehension. The havoc she has created and the destruction she has unleashed takes a little while to sink in . . . unless, of course, you are there. Still, I think there is a period of shock where you cannot comprehend what you are seeing . . . or not seeing any more.
I come from a tiny little area in upstate New York. Parts of it were torn up pretty badly. Thoughts of having pieces of my childhood that could be gone forever are very saddening to me. Thank God, though, my memories are mine to keep. My brothers are all well and safe, although it now takes them twice as long, and longer, to get anywhere due to road closures . . . or road non-existence.
My heart is with you.
Folks in Florida say, "Now they'll appreciate what we go through." Who wants to 'appreciate' these sorts of things? Any hurricane any where is horrible. I wish you all as speedy a recovery as possible. If you are healthy, with family intact, then you are among the richest folks out there. Stuff can be replaced. Memories can never be stripped. Family and friends are among your most treasured possessions.
And remember . . . a single teardrop on earth summons the King of Heaven.
My heart, love, and prayers to you all!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Puzzle Piece
One of my husband's favorite sarcastic statements when someone doesn't do well on a test or assignment is, "The world needs ditch diggers, too."
Although he sounds a little gruff, he's not. He's the best thing since sliced bread. And . . . he's right!
Each of us has our own task to perform; our own special abilities; our own integral action to implement to create a grander, more beautiful outcome . . . no matter the project. Some of us are painters. Some of us are writers. Some of us are photographers. Some of us are historians. Some of us are soldiers. Some of us are warriors. Some of us are peacemakers. Some of us are builders. Some of us are creators. Some of us are teachers. Some of us are leaders. And some of us are ditch diggers.
Without every piece to a puzzle, the outcome is lost. Have you ever sat down and put together a 1500 piece puzzle only to stare at a gaping hole of one lost piece? That is every task of every day. There is a special someone created to perform that task. If they are not present, willing, and/or able to perform that task . . . there is a gaping hole in the project. It just is not complete.
Whatever your function, even though you might perceive it as miniscule or unimportant, know that it is vital. YOU are vital! Without your unique talents and deeds, the project will never be all that it could have been. You make a difference. YOU are that missing puzzle piece!
Although he sounds a little gruff, he's not. He's the best thing since sliced bread. And . . . he's right!
Each of us has our own task to perform; our own special abilities; our own integral action to implement to create a grander, more beautiful outcome . . . no matter the project. Some of us are painters. Some of us are writers. Some of us are photographers. Some of us are historians. Some of us are soldiers. Some of us are warriors. Some of us are peacemakers. Some of us are builders. Some of us are creators. Some of us are teachers. Some of us are leaders. And some of us are ditch diggers.
Without every piece to a puzzle, the outcome is lost. Have you ever sat down and put together a 1500 piece puzzle only to stare at a gaping hole of one lost piece? That is every task of every day. There is a special someone created to perform that task. If they are not present, willing, and/or able to perform that task . . . there is a gaping hole in the project. It just is not complete.
Whatever your function, even though you might perceive it as miniscule or unimportant, know that it is vital. YOU are vital! Without your unique talents and deeds, the project will never be all that it could have been. You make a difference. YOU are that missing puzzle piece!
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Dearest Ralph
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
How does one person contain and emit such immeasurable wisdom and profound ponderings?
There are those we are most familiar with:
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."
"Life is a journey, not a destination."
But there are those that are not so common, but still strike such a chord with so many people on so many levels that they are hard to ignore. Enjoy:
"When it is dark enough, you can see the stars."
"The earth laughs in flowers."
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen."
"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."
But I would say that this one is one of my all-time favorites.
"The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be."
Today . . . decide who you want to be. And get in touch with your inner Emerson.
How does one person contain and emit such immeasurable wisdom and profound ponderings?
There are those we are most familiar with:
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."
"Life is a journey, not a destination."
But there are those that are not so common, but still strike such a chord with so many people on so many levels that they are hard to ignore. Enjoy:
"When it is dark enough, you can see the stars."
"The earth laughs in flowers."
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen."
"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."
But I would say that this one is one of my all-time favorites.
"The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be."
Today . . . decide who you want to be. And get in touch with your inner Emerson.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Just Another Man
Do not condemn my actions til you've stood within my shoes.
Til your vision's through my hazel eyes, you shouldn't judge my views.
My past has formed the words I speak. You cannot claim them wrong.
My heart beats out a happy tune. You just can't deny its song.
My ears have heard some drastic cries. You should not dismiss their grief.
My tongue has choked on bitter words which formed in disbelief.
My hands have labored dutifully. Don't misinterpret the lack of wear.
My arms may appear unmuscled, but don't discount their strength of care.
As you sit beside a stranger; do not rush to judge.
You've no idea from where they've come and through what they've had to trudge.
Accept with open arms and offer a helping hand.
Don't lead or follow, but walk beside. He's simply just another man.
Have the strength today to accept with your heart; not with your eyes. Looks can be deceiving and actions can make a tremendous difference. Today . . . do the right thing.
Til your vision's through my hazel eyes, you shouldn't judge my views.
My past has formed the words I speak. You cannot claim them wrong.
My heart beats out a happy tune. You just can't deny its song.
My ears have heard some drastic cries. You should not dismiss their grief.
My tongue has choked on bitter words which formed in disbelief.
My hands have labored dutifully. Don't misinterpret the lack of wear.
My arms may appear unmuscled, but don't discount their strength of care.
As you sit beside a stranger; do not rush to judge.
You've no idea from where they've come and through what they've had to trudge.
Accept with open arms and offer a helping hand.
Don't lead or follow, but walk beside. He's simply just another man.
Have the strength today to accept with your heart; not with your eyes. Looks can be deceiving and actions can make a tremendous difference. Today . . . do the right thing.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Come On Irene
Today, just a short and simple prayer for those who have been, are being, and will be impacted by Hurricane Irene. I hope that you are safe and as unaffected as possible.
This looks to be a wicked wonder of nature.
It is truly awe-some how powerful the wind and water can become. Take heed, take cover, and take to your knees people!
This looks to be a wicked wonder of nature.
It is truly awe-some how powerful the wind and water can become. Take heed, take cover, and take to your knees people!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Walk Amongst The Stars!
A quote by an unknown author:Never tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
How profound is that?!
A person is only confined by their lack of imagination and ambition. Building a wall around yourself and your values doesn't protect you . . . it restricts you. You cannot avoid life's hurdles, but you can surely make 'em part of the race.
I know a special man who is the product of a rape. His mom was urged to have an abortion but she claimed that God wanted her to have this child and so she brought this amazing person into the world. This young man grew up with incredible morals and support and now, gives scholarships to local children in honor of his mother. Talk about 'footprints on the moon'.
There is a special teacher in Pinellas County who, after 38 years of teaching, could not brave through the pains of the terrible arthritis he has and the repercussions of the medications for it. He left a gaping hole in the education of many students last year, but has an entire page of well-wishers on Facebook due to his simple philosophy of teaching students as people and seeing the opportunities in each of them. He continues to fight and we wish you wellness, sir.
And there's an incredible woman that I have admired for decades who took a mass of children, in a time when divorce was so very frowned upon, and chose to bring them up on her own. She worked endless days and cared through sleepless nights to ensure that these kids had food, shelter, clothing, support, and love. And the greatest of these is love. She endured many hardships and just sang her way through them. She faced numerous trials and faced each with a coy smile and tenacity that would put any pit bull to shame. She was definitely a moon walker!
Fix your sights upon a dream . . . and then keep dreaming.
Make yourself a goal . . . and then keep working.
Believe in the unbelievable!
Walk amongst the stars!
How profound is that?!
A person is only confined by their lack of imagination and ambition. Building a wall around yourself and your values doesn't protect you . . . it restricts you. You cannot avoid life's hurdles, but you can surely make 'em part of the race.
I know a special man who is the product of a rape. His mom was urged to have an abortion but she claimed that God wanted her to have this child and so she brought this amazing person into the world. This young man grew up with incredible morals and support and now, gives scholarships to local children in honor of his mother. Talk about 'footprints on the moon'.
There is a special teacher in Pinellas County who, after 38 years of teaching, could not brave through the pains of the terrible arthritis he has and the repercussions of the medications for it. He left a gaping hole in the education of many students last year, but has an entire page of well-wishers on Facebook due to his simple philosophy of teaching students as people and seeing the opportunities in each of them. He continues to fight and we wish you wellness, sir.
And there's an incredible woman that I have admired for decades who took a mass of children, in a time when divorce was so very frowned upon, and chose to bring them up on her own. She worked endless days and cared through sleepless nights to ensure that these kids had food, shelter, clothing, support, and love. And the greatest of these is love. She endured many hardships and just sang her way through them. She faced numerous trials and faced each with a coy smile and tenacity that would put any pit bull to shame. She was definitely a moon walker!
Fix your sights upon a dream . . . and then keep dreaming.
Make yourself a goal . . . and then keep working.
Believe in the unbelievable!
Walk amongst the stars!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
New Beginnings
Ah, a new day!
Today I begin my day as a 45 year old! Ugh! Still, it is a new year full of possibilities and opportunities. The chance to make new friends, see new things, do new stuff and reinvent myself.
Today, my 'baby' begins his college adventure. I pray for a successful day full of new ambitions, new avenues, new viewpoints. I am hoping he will take advantage of all the prevailing winds to chart a new course to wherever his little heart desires.
My daughter starts the beginning of the end of her two-year degree. She has chosen a new path, a new vision, and a new focus in her life. I wish for her all the successes she could hope for and that her hurdles are low and easy ones to learn from.
Hubby and I begin a new session in our lives to start, again, to enjoy one another on a more personal level. Having weathered more than twenty years together, our journey each day is filled with new prospects, new scenery, and new discoveries ~ in one another and the world around us.
Today, I wish for you all a day of new beginnings. If you were blessed with waking up today, you have the incredible opportunity to do something magnificent with your day.
What a fantastic day today shall be.
Today I begin my day as a 45 year old! Ugh! Still, it is a new year full of possibilities and opportunities. The chance to make new friends, see new things, do new stuff and reinvent myself.
Today, my 'baby' begins his college adventure. I pray for a successful day full of new ambitions, new avenues, new viewpoints. I am hoping he will take advantage of all the prevailing winds to chart a new course to wherever his little heart desires.
My daughter starts the beginning of the end of her two-year degree. She has chosen a new path, a new vision, and a new focus in her life. I wish for her all the successes she could hope for and that her hurdles are low and easy ones to learn from.
Hubby and I begin a new session in our lives to start, again, to enjoy one another on a more personal level. Having weathered more than twenty years together, our journey each day is filled with new prospects, new scenery, and new discoveries ~ in one another and the world around us.
Today, I wish for you all a day of new beginnings. If you were blessed with waking up today, you have the incredible opportunity to do something magnificent with your day.
What a fantastic day today shall be.
Monday, August 22, 2011
"Who's Better Than Me?"
In seventh grade, I met a Long-Island transplant at our little upstate New York school. She was a gymnastic phenom with much talent. We quickly became good friends. I frequented her house quite a bit and over the next several years got to know her parents quite well. They were super people; very accepting and sweet. Along with her parents, I got to know her parents' friends.
Now, at the time, parents were considered 'old' people and kids didn't socialize much with 'em, but I adored all the folks at 'The Farm'. Most of the time, the adults were drinking up a storm in the kitchen while we were everywhere else. They were a great source of jokes and seriously silly re-enactments that kept us laughing for hours. As I got older, I began to date the middle child of the family. That just meant more time over there and totally entrenching myself in their family and with their friends. It was a great time. Fabulously incredible memories.
One Standout: Lenny. I used to babysit his kids; who have grown up to be quite amazing folks in their own right. Son, Scott, has followed in Lenny's footsteps and is NYPD! Lenny would come to gymnastics meets, track meets, school functions and I would always see him at the boyfriend's house. When the boyfriend dumped me, Lenny saw me through a few days of the insanity - by simply chatting with me. It was as though he just wanted to assure me that no matter the turmoil I might be facing, some things are always constant.
Fast forward several years, I'm getting married. Lenny continued to stay in touch. Just a phone call every now and again, but a faithful friend none-the-less. When Lenny moved to Florida, I would visit him when different events took me over to his side of the state. He always had an open door, a full plate, a big hug, and a cold beer waiting! Always. The phone calls came more frequently and when we were together, Lenny spent a lot of time with my children. Out of respect, and because of how very special he is, he became "Uncle Lenny." He'd play chess with the children, urge their interests, ALWAYS talked to them as though they were adults which my kids truly respected, and we grew closer still. He would always say to the kids, through that enormously heart-warming smile, "Who's Better Than Me?" The kids would giggle and laugh and hug him to pieces.
When I wrote my first children's book, "Franky Four-Eyes" who was one of the folks who has a printed acknowledgement of the book and my talents? Uncle Lenny.
When I had a real rough day at the doctor's office with the eight-hour treatments, whose phone call immediately picked me up off the floor? Uncle Lenny.
When my mom passed away, who was one of the few folks that actually called me to talk, instead of just sending a card? Uncle Lenny.
Who has been a constant and consistent confidant, consoler, counselor, and cheerer-upper?
Who has been a faith friend, a paternal-parent person, a source of help and happiness?
Who has long been respected, admired, and looked up to?
Uncle Lenny
Thank you, Lenny, for being who you are. You are a source of so much goodness for me, my family, our mutual friends, and a bazillion other people. You have left a trail of tenderness and strength, love and leadership, charisma and character. You have made a definite impact on myself and on the world. You are a "Ch-Angel" worthy of wings, my friend. And to answer your age-old question: "Who's Better Than Me?"
Absolutely not a soul! Love you!
Now, at the time, parents were considered 'old' people and kids didn't socialize much with 'em, but I adored all the folks at 'The Farm'. Most of the time, the adults were drinking up a storm in the kitchen while we were everywhere else. They were a great source of jokes and seriously silly re-enactments that kept us laughing for hours. As I got older, I began to date the middle child of the family. That just meant more time over there and totally entrenching myself in their family and with their friends. It was a great time. Fabulously incredible memories.
One Standout: Lenny. I used to babysit his kids; who have grown up to be quite amazing folks in their own right. Son, Scott, has followed in Lenny's footsteps and is NYPD! Lenny would come to gymnastics meets, track meets, school functions and I would always see him at the boyfriend's house. When the boyfriend dumped me, Lenny saw me through a few days of the insanity - by simply chatting with me. It was as though he just wanted to assure me that no matter the turmoil I might be facing, some things are always constant.
Fast forward several years, I'm getting married. Lenny continued to stay in touch. Just a phone call every now and again, but a faithful friend none-the-less. When Lenny moved to Florida, I would visit him when different events took me over to his side of the state. He always had an open door, a full plate, a big hug, and a cold beer waiting! Always. The phone calls came more frequently and when we were together, Lenny spent a lot of time with my children. Out of respect, and because of how very special he is, he became "Uncle Lenny." He'd play chess with the children, urge their interests, ALWAYS talked to them as though they were adults which my kids truly respected, and we grew closer still. He would always say to the kids, through that enormously heart-warming smile, "Who's Better Than Me?" The kids would giggle and laugh and hug him to pieces.
When I wrote my first children's book, "Franky Four-Eyes" who was one of the folks who has a printed acknowledgement of the book and my talents? Uncle Lenny.
When I had a real rough day at the doctor's office with the eight-hour treatments, whose phone call immediately picked me up off the floor? Uncle Lenny.
When my mom passed away, who was one of the few folks that actually called me to talk, instead of just sending a card? Uncle Lenny.
Who has been a constant and consistent confidant, consoler, counselor, and cheerer-upper?
Who has been a faith friend, a paternal-parent person, a source of help and happiness?
Who has long been respected, admired, and looked up to?
Uncle Lenny
Thank you, Lenny, for being who you are. You are a source of so much goodness for me, my family, our mutual friends, and a bazillion other people. You have left a trail of tenderness and strength, love and leadership, charisma and character. You have made a definite impact on myself and on the world. You are a "Ch-Angel" worthy of wings, my friend. And to answer your age-old question: "Who's Better Than Me?"
Absolutely not a soul! Love you!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Everyday Possibilities
I've already told you about my calendar that sits atop my desk. It whispers all sorts of inspirational incites to me each day. Today's is deliciously divine!
"Every day holds the possibility of a miracle."
I am certain that that might mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. In my current situation I will elaborate on my yesterday . . .
I awoke (at a decent hour people), and happened to pour forth a very worthy blog. That always makes me happy. To create something that might touch a heart or change a mind. Oh thank you God for the gift you gave me!
From there, I went to the gym. I forgot to eat breakfast so I was not quite as energetic or pleasant as I should have been. Still I managed to squeeze in a leg workout between several folks that really didn't have a clue about how to use the equipment correctly. Right about the time I wanted to clock 'em with a nice big twenty-five pound weight, an older woman approached me and asked if I could show her how to perform a few exercises for specific parts of her legs. It couldn't have come at a better time. I took a few moments, gave her a few pointers, she thanked me profusely and went about her merry way of beating herself up. Shortly thereafter, I entered the racquetball courts where only the day before my son wiped the courts with me. He still beat me in three games, but the scores were much, much closer and I was a much more worthy opponent. Thank you God for the patience and persistence you have given me.
I drove home, quickly showered and headed to a job interview at a local department store. I haven't been on a real job interview in over a decade. My interviewer was fabulously friendly and as much as I wanted to say what I thought she might want to hear, I found myself saying exactly what I thought and felt. She liked me anyway. She said she enjoyed my honesty. I don't know if I got the job, but I sure thank God for the opportunity to be myself.
On my way home, I decided to visit a teacher friend at the middle school. It just so happened that he was being requested to build a display component for a piece of the World Trade Center for the Palm Harbor Fire Department to raise money for a permanent display structure. He asked me for my opinion. I gave a few ideas and . . . they liked 'em. I offered to do a few things to see if I could help out, and they allowed me to assist. I went home, created a few ideas, have included the assistance of my nephew who is a volunteer fireman in New York, and we shall see where this is all leads. What an honor, God, to even be minutely involved in such a grandiose and emotional undertaking.
I was then reading through emails and received one from All Children's asking me to write a letter in reference to an incredible nurse friend who is being acknowledged and nominated for a special award. What is more joyful that to tout the accolades and beauty of a truly giving and generous soul? What a God-provided privilege to offer sincere words of truth about such a deserving and amazing person.
And to come home and find that hubby is expected home two hours earlier than planned. My God, you are so good to offer me such bounty. Thank you for my everyday possibility of miracles. I cannot wait to see what today holds for me!
"Every day holds the possibility of a miracle."
I am certain that that might mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. In my current situation I will elaborate on my yesterday . . .
I awoke (at a decent hour people), and happened to pour forth a very worthy blog. That always makes me happy. To create something that might touch a heart or change a mind. Oh thank you God for the gift you gave me!
From there, I went to the gym. I forgot to eat breakfast so I was not quite as energetic or pleasant as I should have been. Still I managed to squeeze in a leg workout between several folks that really didn't have a clue about how to use the equipment correctly. Right about the time I wanted to clock 'em with a nice big twenty-five pound weight, an older woman approached me and asked if I could show her how to perform a few exercises for specific parts of her legs. It couldn't have come at a better time. I took a few moments, gave her a few pointers, she thanked me profusely and went about her merry way of beating herself up. Shortly thereafter, I entered the racquetball courts where only the day before my son wiped the courts with me. He still beat me in three games, but the scores were much, much closer and I was a much more worthy opponent. Thank you God for the patience and persistence you have given me.
I drove home, quickly showered and headed to a job interview at a local department store. I haven't been on a real job interview in over a decade. My interviewer was fabulously friendly and as much as I wanted to say what I thought she might want to hear, I found myself saying exactly what I thought and felt. She liked me anyway. She said she enjoyed my honesty. I don't know if I got the job, but I sure thank God for the opportunity to be myself.
On my way home, I decided to visit a teacher friend at the middle school. It just so happened that he was being requested to build a display component for a piece of the World Trade Center for the Palm Harbor Fire Department to raise money for a permanent display structure. He asked me for my opinion. I gave a few ideas and . . . they liked 'em. I offered to do a few things to see if I could help out, and they allowed me to assist. I went home, created a few ideas, have included the assistance of my nephew who is a volunteer fireman in New York, and we shall see where this is all leads. What an honor, God, to even be minutely involved in such a grandiose and emotional undertaking.
I was then reading through emails and received one from All Children's asking me to write a letter in reference to an incredible nurse friend who is being acknowledged and nominated for a special award. What is more joyful that to tout the accolades and beauty of a truly giving and generous soul? What a God-provided privilege to offer sincere words of truth about such a deserving and amazing person.
And to come home and find that hubby is expected home two hours earlier than planned. My God, you are so good to offer me such bounty. Thank you for my everyday possibility of miracles. I cannot wait to see what today holds for me!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Me First!
For nearly forty-five years, I have wandered this beautiful planet attempting to make all the folks around me happy. I sacrified my time, my tears, my strength, my efforts, my heart, my feelings, and my life in the brass-ring hope of making sure everyone else was doing super!
It took me an awfully long time to realize that there is a huge difference between being generous and being self-abusive. We have a lot of odd terms in our house. Most lean toward humor and/or sarcasm, as that is how we deal with life's curveballs. One of my favorites is not self-deprecating, but "self-defecating". We are not allowed any "self-defecating" remarks. Literally, we cannot sh#$% on ourselves. And we are not allowed to let others do it either. My grandmother, Poppa, used to say, "If Poppa ain't happy; ain't nobody happy." I think it's a little more in-depth than that ~ although if Poppa wasn't happy, there were no happy people for miles!
I think it stems from within. If you cannot find happiness within yourself, it doesn't matter what good deeds, generosities, kindnesses, or affections you show. You will not find happiness around you. It begins in your own heart. It starts with each beat, it then pulses through your being, oozing from your pores, and simply manifests itself in your actions. Once you find contentment in your own skin, the world around you definitely takes note and begins to change too. It is a beautiful series of events.
Sure, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy to perform a positive action. Know that that warmth and fuzziness is magnified ten-fold when that action is performed with a happy heart, instead of just a forced compliance. It takes a long time to learn this lesson ~ one of life's tougher ones.
The good news, though, is as I watch my children and my nieces and nephews, I think they are learning this earlier. They are not selfish or greedy, but they are seeing that a happy inside paves the way for a happy outside. So, today, I wish for you a little "Me First" action. You cannot control the appreciation or action of others ~ so focus on you. Focus on what makes you happy at your core. When you find that, make a little room for that every day. You deserve it!
But . . . me first! :-)
It took me an awfully long time to realize that there is a huge difference between being generous and being self-abusive. We have a lot of odd terms in our house. Most lean toward humor and/or sarcasm, as that is how we deal with life's curveballs. One of my favorites is not self-deprecating, but "self-defecating". We are not allowed any "self-defecating" remarks. Literally, we cannot sh#$% on ourselves. And we are not allowed to let others do it either. My grandmother, Poppa, used to say, "If Poppa ain't happy; ain't nobody happy." I think it's a little more in-depth than that ~ although if Poppa wasn't happy, there were no happy people for miles!
I think it stems from within. If you cannot find happiness within yourself, it doesn't matter what good deeds, generosities, kindnesses, or affections you show. You will not find happiness around you. It begins in your own heart. It starts with each beat, it then pulses through your being, oozing from your pores, and simply manifests itself in your actions. Once you find contentment in your own skin, the world around you definitely takes note and begins to change too. It is a beautiful series of events.
Sure, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy to perform a positive action. Know that that warmth and fuzziness is magnified ten-fold when that action is performed with a happy heart, instead of just a forced compliance. It takes a long time to learn this lesson ~ one of life's tougher ones.
The good news, though, is as I watch my children and my nieces and nephews, I think they are learning this earlier. They are not selfish or greedy, but they are seeing that a happy inside paves the way for a happy outside. So, today, I wish for you a little "Me First" action. You cannot control the appreciation or action of others ~ so focus on you. Focus on what makes you happy at your core. When you find that, make a little room for that every day. You deserve it!
But . . . me first! :-)
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Pack Light!
I lived in upstate New York for twenty-one years. My time there forged family memories and friendships I won't ever forget! It was a wonderful time in my life. I moved to Georgia at twenty-one and became engaged at twenty-three.
My husband, Victor, and I decided we would marry in New York as all of my family and a majority of his family still lived there. We travelled there to begin making arrangements. It was winter time and after most of the initial plans were set, Vic decided he wanted to try his hand at northern skiing, having only done so in the Carolinas. And so . . . we began to pack for a three day stay up around Jiminy Peak.
Two people packing for a ski trip in the northeast is a little crazy. First, you should have warm thermals, then there's the jeans, the shirts, the undergarments, the sweaters, the jackets, scarves, hats, mittens, gloves, all the ski paraphernalia, and of course, the socks. Lots and lots of socks. If your feet are cold . . . you're a goner! So, for just the two of us, we had no less than three suitcases just chock full of all our goodies AND the ski gear.
Although the ski trip was lots of fun and full of laughs, the packing and unpacking was a little less than enjoyable.
Fast forward six to eight months and we are now married! Yay! Honeymoon time!
For our week long excursion, we chose St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. (A definite must-do if anyone is wondering!) We began to make a pile of the things we would need to take to make our journey complete. As opposed to our Massachusetts excursion, this pile seemed anorexic at best. Bathing suits, shorts, t-shirts, sandals. I think the camera was the bulkiest item we had. For seven days we packed a small portion of a flight-sized duffle bag. The trip was surreal and spectacular.
Today, I want you to think that every day is a tropical vacation . . . no matter where you live, and no matter what you do. Pack light, my friends! There is absolutely NO reason to carry around baggage that weighs you down. Your past is your past. Leave it boxed up in your attic with markered writing stating: Can't Change It. Can't Alter It. Can't Take It With Me. The hurts and pains of things you wish had turned out this way or that are irrevelant. When you learn to let them go, and lighten your load, your travelling becomes much more exciting. You can go farther. You can stay longer. You marvel at small miracles instead of miring in the muck!
My mom used to say, in her final years, no matter where she was or what she was doing that, "I'm on vacation." If she chose not to fix dinner, she didn't. If she didn't want to clean and vacuum, she played a game on her computer instead. If she chose not to deal with family bs, she'd sit at her keyboard and sing herself silly. She learned to lose the baggage that weighed her down. I think that, in finally letting go of the things she couldn't change, it made her voyage Home a happier and much easier transition.
My friends . . . Pack Light! Take with you those things that keep you smiling and progressing in a positive direction. Pack Light!
My husband, Victor, and I decided we would marry in New York as all of my family and a majority of his family still lived there. We travelled there to begin making arrangements. It was winter time and after most of the initial plans were set, Vic decided he wanted to try his hand at northern skiing, having only done so in the Carolinas. And so . . . we began to pack for a three day stay up around Jiminy Peak.
Two people packing for a ski trip in the northeast is a little crazy. First, you should have warm thermals, then there's the jeans, the shirts, the undergarments, the sweaters, the jackets, scarves, hats, mittens, gloves, all the ski paraphernalia, and of course, the socks. Lots and lots of socks. If your feet are cold . . . you're a goner! So, for just the two of us, we had no less than three suitcases just chock full of all our goodies AND the ski gear.
Although the ski trip was lots of fun and full of laughs, the packing and unpacking was a little less than enjoyable.
Fast forward six to eight months and we are now married! Yay! Honeymoon time!
For our week long excursion, we chose St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. (A definite must-do if anyone is wondering!) We began to make a pile of the things we would need to take to make our journey complete. As opposed to our Massachusetts excursion, this pile seemed anorexic at best. Bathing suits, shorts, t-shirts, sandals. I think the camera was the bulkiest item we had. For seven days we packed a small portion of a flight-sized duffle bag. The trip was surreal and spectacular.
Today, I want you to think that every day is a tropical vacation . . . no matter where you live, and no matter what you do. Pack light, my friends! There is absolutely NO reason to carry around baggage that weighs you down. Your past is your past. Leave it boxed up in your attic with markered writing stating: Can't Change It. Can't Alter It. Can't Take It With Me. The hurts and pains of things you wish had turned out this way or that are irrevelant. When you learn to let them go, and lighten your load, your travelling becomes much more exciting. You can go farther. You can stay longer. You marvel at small miracles instead of miring in the muck!
My mom used to say, in her final years, no matter where she was or what she was doing that, "I'm on vacation." If she chose not to fix dinner, she didn't. If she didn't want to clean and vacuum, she played a game on her computer instead. If she chose not to deal with family bs, she'd sit at her keyboard and sing herself silly. She learned to lose the baggage that weighed her down. I think that, in finally letting go of the things she couldn't change, it made her voyage Home a happier and much easier transition.
My friends . . . Pack Light! Take with you those things that keep you smiling and progressing in a positive direction. Pack Light!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Resolve!
As I sit in my comfy office, elaborating on simple thoughts and ponderings, my poor dog is running around crazed because of the loud noise coming from the sky. Can't imagine what he could think it is. He hides in one corner til a rumble of thunder comes and then he bolts for another corner or his favorite place as my foot warmer under my desk! Poor little guy!
And it hits me . . . how do you explain to a dog what thunder is? How do you unravel the complexities of life to folks that don't understand them? How do you tell a nine year old that you're too sick to run and play with your friends because you have an illness you cannot pronounce? How do you comprehend that your parent has to battle cancer, beat it, battle it again, beat it, and succumb to cancer and a myriad of other things? How do you console a dear friend whose soul mate has been ripped from her life so very unexpectedly? How do you move beyond losing a four month old baby? Life isn't always about picnics and popcorn.
Sometimes, it's about moving beyond what you understand dressed in nothing but sheer faith! It's just about taking the next step. It is the simple act of opening your eyes and beginning a new day. It is about finding the tiniest bit of resolve within yourself to continue on your path.
We all have our demons, our closets, our skeletons, and all that nonsense. If you believe yourself above those things, you're only fooling yourself. When asked why bad things happen, I believe it is the free will of man that creates a lot of it. Mother Nature has her own reasons. I firmly believe that God creates nothing with ill intent. When one door closes, another one opens. Or, one of my more favorite versions of that is, "When one doors closes, look for an open window;" another example of someone just trying to move beyond their own comprehensions. It is beautiful.
I believe there are brutal lessons in our lives so that we can learn from them and pass that knowledge on to someone else. Our pains create stepping stones for others. Whatever indignations have reared themselves within our lives you can view as defeat . . . or an opportunity. Search those aches for something beneficial. Will it make you stronger? Will it point you in another direction? Will it cause you to reflect upon your own self and actions? Will it help you to see someone in a more caring and thoughtful manner? There is ALWAYS a positive somewhere in the chaos.
Today I wish you the persistence to find the right path. We may not always enjoy our journey, but sometimes the journey is much larger than ourselves!
And it hits me . . . how do you explain to a dog what thunder is? How do you unravel the complexities of life to folks that don't understand them? How do you tell a nine year old that you're too sick to run and play with your friends because you have an illness you cannot pronounce? How do you comprehend that your parent has to battle cancer, beat it, battle it again, beat it, and succumb to cancer and a myriad of other things? How do you console a dear friend whose soul mate has been ripped from her life so very unexpectedly? How do you move beyond losing a four month old baby? Life isn't always about picnics and popcorn.
Sometimes, it's about moving beyond what you understand dressed in nothing but sheer faith! It's just about taking the next step. It is the simple act of opening your eyes and beginning a new day. It is about finding the tiniest bit of resolve within yourself to continue on your path.
We all have our demons, our closets, our skeletons, and all that nonsense. If you believe yourself above those things, you're only fooling yourself. When asked why bad things happen, I believe it is the free will of man that creates a lot of it. Mother Nature has her own reasons. I firmly believe that God creates nothing with ill intent. When one door closes, another one opens. Or, one of my more favorite versions of that is, "When one doors closes, look for an open window;" another example of someone just trying to move beyond their own comprehensions. It is beautiful.
I believe there are brutal lessons in our lives so that we can learn from them and pass that knowledge on to someone else. Our pains create stepping stones for others. Whatever indignations have reared themselves within our lives you can view as defeat . . . or an opportunity. Search those aches for something beneficial. Will it make you stronger? Will it point you in another direction? Will it cause you to reflect upon your own self and actions? Will it help you to see someone in a more caring and thoughtful manner? There is ALWAYS a positive somewhere in the chaos.
Today I wish you the persistence to find the right path. We may not always enjoy our journey, but sometimes the journey is much larger than ourselves!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Squirm a Little!
Getting out of our comfort zones is not an easy task. It takes all kinds of bravery, a huge amount of faith, a teeny bit of stupidity, and the will to do something you've never done. Taken to heart, it can prove to be one of the best decisions you'll ever make!
Many moons ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone, to tell my folks about an issue I had with a friend of theirs. It was terribly difficult to do. It tooks all kinds of courage as this was not only a friend, but a co-worker. My step-dad, of course, blamed me. My mother said that maybe I misunderstood. I was certain of what I knew and had experienced. I defied them both and brought the issue to light. Soon thereafter, this man pistol-whipped his wife and was put in jail. Comfort Zone - widened.
When I moved away from home, I knew no one, had no friends, and ate Vienne Finger cookies for three weeks. I finally got a job and soon thereafter was cut loose by the gentleman who brought me thousands of miles from home. To pay my bills, I lept outside my comfort zone and took a job as a hostess at a local restaurant. Not only did my people skills expand exponentially, I met my husband there. Comfort Zone - enlarged.
Although I didn't particularly enjoy being in any spotlights (and still do not), I knew that I could not hide behind a computer my whole life and that eventually I would have to face people. The hostess job was a good beginning to fix that, but I had to get fired to continue dating my future husband. So . . . later on, I saw an opportunity to hold home parties and began my "Christmas Around the World" phase. I was in more homes and met more people than I ever imagined I would ever dare to. I made great money, made great friends, earned lots of stuff and enjoyed a whole new side of me. Comfort Zone - broadened.
When faced with issues regarding my children, I instinctly became 'Mother Bear'. No one will ever hurt my children. Unfortunately, disease is not a fair fighter. Instead of acknowledging its hold on us, we waged a war against it and decided to forge an alliance with the folks that did the real battling ~ the local hospital. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever conceive myself to be such a fierce advocate. When one becomes passionate about something, it is amazing what you can do. With the aid of my family and the support of my friends, I was able to raise thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars for All Children's Hospital and The Children's Dream Fund. I speak with such enthusiasm in their regard, and my actions match that devotion. Comfort Zone - obliterated!
Today, my wish for you is to, for starters, take a glance outside your comfort zone. Maybe tomorrow you'll take a stroll on its perimeter. Perhaps this weekend, you will step outside and do something completely out of your norm. The gains you will receive will astound you. It might be a little painful or unpleasant, but the benefits are beautiful! So . . . go ahead . . . squirm a little!
Many moons ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone, to tell my folks about an issue I had with a friend of theirs. It was terribly difficult to do. It tooks all kinds of courage as this was not only a friend, but a co-worker. My step-dad, of course, blamed me. My mother said that maybe I misunderstood. I was certain of what I knew and had experienced. I defied them both and brought the issue to light. Soon thereafter, this man pistol-whipped his wife and was put in jail. Comfort Zone - widened.
When I moved away from home, I knew no one, had no friends, and ate Vienne Finger cookies for three weeks. I finally got a job and soon thereafter was cut loose by the gentleman who brought me thousands of miles from home. To pay my bills, I lept outside my comfort zone and took a job as a hostess at a local restaurant. Not only did my people skills expand exponentially, I met my husband there. Comfort Zone - enlarged.
Although I didn't particularly enjoy being in any spotlights (and still do not), I knew that I could not hide behind a computer my whole life and that eventually I would have to face people. The hostess job was a good beginning to fix that, but I had to get fired to continue dating my future husband. So . . . later on, I saw an opportunity to hold home parties and began my "Christmas Around the World" phase. I was in more homes and met more people than I ever imagined I would ever dare to. I made great money, made great friends, earned lots of stuff and enjoyed a whole new side of me. Comfort Zone - broadened.
When faced with issues regarding my children, I instinctly became 'Mother Bear'. No one will ever hurt my children. Unfortunately, disease is not a fair fighter. Instead of acknowledging its hold on us, we waged a war against it and decided to forge an alliance with the folks that did the real battling ~ the local hospital. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever conceive myself to be such a fierce advocate. When one becomes passionate about something, it is amazing what you can do. With the aid of my family and the support of my friends, I was able to raise thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars for All Children's Hospital and The Children's Dream Fund. I speak with such enthusiasm in their regard, and my actions match that devotion. Comfort Zone - obliterated!
Today, my wish for you is to, for starters, take a glance outside your comfort zone. Maybe tomorrow you'll take a stroll on its perimeter. Perhaps this weekend, you will step outside and do something completely out of your norm. The gains you will receive will astound you. It might be a little painful or unpleasant, but the benefits are beautiful! So . . . go ahead . . . squirm a little!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Ahhhhhhhhhh parenthood!
Ahhhhhhhhhh parenthood!
When in those initial months or years of courtship, one lazily dreams ahead of babies and all the sweetness that comes with them. There are powdery baby smells, heart-melting baby coo-ings, the toothless smiles that brighten the world, the precious hand-holding, hugging, and lap-sitting that seems to make all the rest of the existence melt away!
No one tells you about the milk spewing, not-so-powdery baby smells, the crying that can go on for hours on end, the pains that come with cutting those first teeth, and the insipid injuries of independence as those hand-holding and lap-sitting days fade into things much too baby-like for them to possibly endure a minute more.
There are those "terrible two's," which really weren't so terrible, but they surely paved the way to prepare you for the teenage years . . . which no one is really prepared for! And then . . . school . . . and the influence of others! Oh, heart be still! Still you stay stalwart and true to your teachings and hope that the foundation you poured is strong.
Creating a person is the fun and easy part! Raising a person is the journey of a million steps that is paved with love and understanding, landscaped by boundaries and beauty, and once they have reached the top of those sometimes slippery stairs, a world awaits their glorious entrance to enrich it, to breathe new life into it, to be and do whatever they choose to pursue. While we are left to remember those powdery baby smells, heart-melting baby coo-ings, the toothless smiles that brighten the world, the precious hand-holding, hugging, and lap-sitting that seems to make all the rest of the existence melt away!
With my "baby" beginning college in just a week, I tear up (imagine that) at the thought of creating and raising such amazing individuals. Young adult people who are aware of themselves and, more importantly, the world around them. They have learned and lived through more than most, and have emerged atop those slippery stairs in fantastic fashion and I could not be prouder of them and all the possibilities of who they can be become!
Ahhhhhhhhhh parenthood!
When in those initial months or years of courtship, one lazily dreams ahead of babies and all the sweetness that comes with them. There are powdery baby smells, heart-melting baby coo-ings, the toothless smiles that brighten the world, the precious hand-holding, hugging, and lap-sitting that seems to make all the rest of the existence melt away!
No one tells you about the milk spewing, not-so-powdery baby smells, the crying that can go on for hours on end, the pains that come with cutting those first teeth, and the insipid injuries of independence as those hand-holding and lap-sitting days fade into things much too baby-like for them to possibly endure a minute more.
There are those "terrible two's," which really weren't so terrible, but they surely paved the way to prepare you for the teenage years . . . which no one is really prepared for! And then . . . school . . . and the influence of others! Oh, heart be still! Still you stay stalwart and true to your teachings and hope that the foundation you poured is strong.
Creating a person is the fun and easy part! Raising a person is the journey of a million steps that is paved with love and understanding, landscaped by boundaries and beauty, and once they have reached the top of those sometimes slippery stairs, a world awaits their glorious entrance to enrich it, to breathe new life into it, to be and do whatever they choose to pursue. While we are left to remember those powdery baby smells, heart-melting baby coo-ings, the toothless smiles that brighten the world, the precious hand-holding, hugging, and lap-sitting that seems to make all the rest of the existence melt away!
With my "baby" beginning college in just a week, I tear up (imagine that) at the thought of creating and raising such amazing individuals. Young adult people who are aware of themselves and, more importantly, the world around them. They have learned and lived through more than most, and have emerged atop those slippery stairs in fantastic fashion and I could not be prouder of them and all the possibilities of who they can be become!
Ahhhhhhhhhh parenthood!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Do The Right Thing
I spoke to a very dear friend yesterday. I adore talking with him. I have known him for nearly thirty years! He has been terribly influential in my life and the lives of my children. There will be a "Ch-Angel" piece about him sometime soon, but today I wanted to send home to you his mantra: "Do The Right Thing"!
We spoke for quite a while yesterday, about a great many things. We talked about friends that come and go, opportunities for people and ourselves, and family. The underlying message throughout the entire conversation was to Do The Right Thing. It isn't always easy. It isn't always the quickest thing. It isn't always pleasant, but once you do it . . . boy, howdy . . . life changes for you. Things seem a little simpler; a little more pleasant; a bit more brilliant.
Doing The Right Thing can mean helping out a neighbor. Mowing their lawn or watching their dog or simply chatting about what ails 'em.
Doing The Right Thing can mean continuing to always chase your dreams. Idle hands are the devil's workshop. An active mind and body can keep you young and constantly in search of new and excitement possibilities before you!
Doing The Right Thing can mean walking diligently through the minefield that is child-rearing and sometimes getting it wrong but ALWAYS being there. It is sharing expectations that they cannot possibly see available to them that you are CERTAIN they could do with ease. It is about gently guiding them to reach a potential is within their grasp with just a little effort. It is about praising and passion and protection and patience.
Doing The Right Thing is about treating people with respect. Realizing that family is something you can never live without ~ even when you'd really like to disassociate for a while. It's realizing, too, that sometimes "family" especially includes those you are not related to at all but who would eagerly, bravely, and staunchly stand next to you . . . no matter what! It's about accepting folks for what and who they are and accepting the bountiful gifts each one offers.
Doing The Right Thing can sometimes mean taking the two minutes out of your busy schedule to call an old friend. Staying connected. Do it correctly, and it turns into a nearly hour long conversation filled with laughter and joy and beautiful memories!
Thank you, my friend, for being you; your years of friendship and family and support. You are absolutely a "Ch-Angel" and my life is exponentially and infinitely improved because you are a part of it! I love you!
We spoke for quite a while yesterday, about a great many things. We talked about friends that come and go, opportunities for people and ourselves, and family. The underlying message throughout the entire conversation was to Do The Right Thing. It isn't always easy. It isn't always the quickest thing. It isn't always pleasant, but once you do it . . . boy, howdy . . . life changes for you. Things seem a little simpler; a little more pleasant; a bit more brilliant.
Doing The Right Thing can mean helping out a neighbor. Mowing their lawn or watching their dog or simply chatting about what ails 'em.
Doing The Right Thing can mean continuing to always chase your dreams. Idle hands are the devil's workshop. An active mind and body can keep you young and constantly in search of new and excitement possibilities before you!
Doing The Right Thing can mean walking diligently through the minefield that is child-rearing and sometimes getting it wrong but ALWAYS being there. It is sharing expectations that they cannot possibly see available to them that you are CERTAIN they could do with ease. It is about gently guiding them to reach a potential is within their grasp with just a little effort. It is about praising and passion and protection and patience.
Doing The Right Thing is about treating people with respect. Realizing that family is something you can never live without ~ even when you'd really like to disassociate for a while. It's realizing, too, that sometimes "family" especially includes those you are not related to at all but who would eagerly, bravely, and staunchly stand next to you . . . no matter what! It's about accepting folks for what and who they are and accepting the bountiful gifts each one offers.
Doing The Right Thing can sometimes mean taking the two minutes out of your busy schedule to call an old friend. Staying connected. Do it correctly, and it turns into a nearly hour long conversation filled with laughter and joy and beautiful memories!
Thank you, my friend, for being you; your years of friendship and family and support. You are absolutely a "Ch-Angel" and my life is exponentially and infinitely improved because you are a part of it! I love you!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Salty salutations of serenity!
I've known all kinds of folks that are either 'afraid' to cry because it might lessen their bravado, or perhaps think it makes them appear 'weak'. To that . . . I weep for you!
I was trying to remember when the tears became so easy. It might have been when I was 8+ months pregnant with my son and got a call that my grandfather had passed away. That one really tore me up. Or perhaps, sitting in my living room on September 11, 2001 and watching the devastating mayhem that occurred in New York City. I know, for certain, that my heart was opened up in February of my son's 3rd grade year with a life-threatening auto-immune disease diagnosis.
I've never had an issue shedding tears when sad things happened, but there came a point when tears appeared simply because my heart was touched deeply. Good. Bad. Indifferent. The salty solution appeared. I would weep at certain commercials, specific actions by my children or my hubby, and God help me I just could NOT get through an episode of EXTREME Home Makeover! I thought maybe I was getting a little goofy.
Then I realized that I was merely sharing my joys, my sorrows, my soul with those around me. I cry over the All Children's Telethon every year. Not because I'm frail; because I've been in their shoes and I feel their pains. I well up doing a good deed, like paying for the groceries of the person behind me, because it's been done for me and truly touched me. I am currently bawling every time I pick up "Same Kind of Different As Me," (thank you Senora) as some of the storyline is far too close to open wounds I have.
I don't believe this is a display of weakness, over-sensitivity, or mild insanity. It is my heart, on my sleeve, for anyone and everyone to share . . . and THAT takes guts! It is the chance to be sincere, honest, and open and THAT is a rarity these days. I welcome the wailing. It is a release of love, and light, and purity.
Today, I wish for you . . . tears! Tears that cleanse. Tears that lift your spirit. Tears that offer you the chance to feel. Salty salutations of serenity!
I was trying to remember when the tears became so easy. It might have been when I was 8+ months pregnant with my son and got a call that my grandfather had passed away. That one really tore me up. Or perhaps, sitting in my living room on September 11, 2001 and watching the devastating mayhem that occurred in New York City. I know, for certain, that my heart was opened up in February of my son's 3rd grade year with a life-threatening auto-immune disease diagnosis.
I've never had an issue shedding tears when sad things happened, but there came a point when tears appeared simply because my heart was touched deeply. Good. Bad. Indifferent. The salty solution appeared. I would weep at certain commercials, specific actions by my children or my hubby, and God help me I just could NOT get through an episode of EXTREME Home Makeover! I thought maybe I was getting a little goofy.
Then I realized that I was merely sharing my joys, my sorrows, my soul with those around me. I cry over the All Children's Telethon every year. Not because I'm frail; because I've been in their shoes and I feel their pains. I well up doing a good deed, like paying for the groceries of the person behind me, because it's been done for me and truly touched me. I am currently bawling every time I pick up "Same Kind of Different As Me," (thank you Senora) as some of the storyline is far too close to open wounds I have.
I don't believe this is a display of weakness, over-sensitivity, or mild insanity. It is my heart, on my sleeve, for anyone and everyone to share . . . and THAT takes guts! It is the chance to be sincere, honest, and open and THAT is a rarity these days. I welcome the wailing. It is a release of love, and light, and purity.
Today, I wish for you . . . tears! Tears that cleanse. Tears that lift your spirit. Tears that offer you the chance to feel. Salty salutations of serenity!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Celebrate!
Not because mine is rapidly approaching, moreso because I choose to believe EVERY birthday is a reason to celebrate!
Birthdays are not about walking, driving, drinking, or obtaining yet one more wrinkle. Birthdays are joyous celebrations of blessings to the world. Every person on this earth has the option to be a positive influence upon it. By that very fact, every day of birth ought to be celebrated.
Celebrations need not be accompanied by balloons, candy, cake, clowns, yells of "surprise", stacks of gifts, or live bands. Celebrations can be as simple as the mere acknowledgement of whoever was lucky enough to be born that day! The gift lies not in its sparkle, its cost, or its flamboyance. Its splendor lies in a heartfelt hug and thank you for enlightening the lives of other people!
Each month, I try really hard to acknowledge all the birthdays and anniversaries that I can. If I know your address, most assuredly I will send you a card. If I do not know your address, I will undoubtedly send you an email or Facebook message. I will recognize that your birthday enabled me to envelope another blessing into my life. I will thank you for existing and making my life a better one.
The last half of January and February, I always wish I had stock in Hallmark. All six brothers birthdays fall within one month. Hubby and son are also in there, along with many other folks. August is another busy month, with the purchase of around thirty cards for folks I love and care about! But it is not about the inane cost of greeting cards. This is about reaching out, with a tiny tangible, to brighten a day. To let someone know you're thinking about them on a day when they became a tremendous addition to this planet and those around them.
Today, I celebrate whomever might be having a birthday. Join me! Remember that it is not the extravagant measures in which you celebrate . . . but the pure and joyous concession that another life has made yours just a little bit better by the simple act of breathing! Celebrate!
Birthdays are not about walking, driving, drinking, or obtaining yet one more wrinkle. Birthdays are joyous celebrations of blessings to the world. Every person on this earth has the option to be a positive influence upon it. By that very fact, every day of birth ought to be celebrated.
Celebrations need not be accompanied by balloons, candy, cake, clowns, yells of "surprise", stacks of gifts, or live bands. Celebrations can be as simple as the mere acknowledgement of whoever was lucky enough to be born that day! The gift lies not in its sparkle, its cost, or its flamboyance. Its splendor lies in a heartfelt hug and thank you for enlightening the lives of other people!
Each month, I try really hard to acknowledge all the birthdays and anniversaries that I can. If I know your address, most assuredly I will send you a card. If I do not know your address, I will undoubtedly send you an email or Facebook message. I will recognize that your birthday enabled me to envelope another blessing into my life. I will thank you for existing and making my life a better one.
The last half of January and February, I always wish I had stock in Hallmark. All six brothers birthdays fall within one month. Hubby and son are also in there, along with many other folks. August is another busy month, with the purchase of around thirty cards for folks I love and care about! But it is not about the inane cost of greeting cards. This is about reaching out, with a tiny tangible, to brighten a day. To let someone know you're thinking about them on a day when they became a tremendous addition to this planet and those around them.
Today, I celebrate whomever might be having a birthday. Join me! Remember that it is not the extravagant measures in which you celebrate . . . but the pure and joyous concession that another life has made yours just a little bit better by the simple act of breathing! Celebrate!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Ch-Angels of Choice
Growing up in rural upstate New York, life seemed very simple. Almost too simple sometimes, but there was always laughter and activity. I'm sure you all get those "know your friend" emails that ask 'what was your favorite toy as a child?'. My constant answer, and some of you will go check, is "pick a brother, any brother". I have SIX! Each of them holds a very dear and intricate place in my heart and they are all about as different from the next as you can get.
Cal - the oldest - the booksmart, calculator of odds, scholarly gifted, creator by careful precision.
Bill - the preacher - gifted in faith, high spirited, a leader, creator by need.
Dan - the middle-man of the original five - huge-hearted, giving, social, dynamic, creator by creativity.
Jim - the writer - animal lover, purveyor of written wonders, ponderer, creator by craft.
Skip - "step one" - witty, whacky, wonderful, creator by choice.
Eric - the "baby" - giant in size & heart, sincere, stable, creator by teaching.
Each of these magnificent blessings of God provided me with an incredible youth. My soft side molded by some. My competitive, athletic side carved by others. My creative side driven by others. My social side shaped by others. If one were missing - I would not be whole.
I wish, beyond all other things, that we were all as close as we once were, but life gets in the way. I only hope they know how much I love each of them individually and collectively and how much I thank them for bringing so many special things to me! And I hope that I, in return, have enriched each of them in some special way!
Hugs to you!
Cal - the oldest - the booksmart, calculator of odds, scholarly gifted, creator by careful precision.
Bill - the preacher - gifted in faith, high spirited, a leader, creator by need.
Dan - the middle-man of the original five - huge-hearted, giving, social, dynamic, creator by creativity.
Jim - the writer - animal lover, purveyor of written wonders, ponderer, creator by craft.
Skip - "step one" - witty, whacky, wonderful, creator by choice.
Eric - the "baby" - giant in size & heart, sincere, stable, creator by teaching.
Each of these magnificent blessings of God provided me with an incredible youth. My soft side molded by some. My competitive, athletic side carved by others. My creative side driven by others. My social side shaped by others. If one were missing - I would not be whole.
I wish, beyond all other things, that we were all as close as we once were, but life gets in the way. I only hope they know how much I love each of them individually and collectively and how much I thank them for bringing so many special things to me! And I hope that I, in return, have enriched each of them in some special way!
Hugs to you!
Monday, August 8, 2011
The little things . . .
Once again, finding the joys in ordinary things is extraordinary.
Yesterday, after at least three solid months of cut-throat racquetball between myself, hubby, and son, I finally won a game! I was never within 6 points of the winner before. What a gloriously sweaty endeavor!
We came home from the gym, cleaned up, and the three of us went to see "The Rise of the Planet of the Apes". Having a son so very interested in the movies, and having grown up with the old versions, this movie intrigued all of us. It surely did not let us down. There were numerous inuendos to the older counterparts and the CGI imagery was stunning. You truly end up rooting for the apes!
After that, while waiting for dinner, Miles stood up in the middle of the living room and pointed out the window. Lo and behold a squirrel, like a zillion others, atop our fence (squirrel highway). But this one, obviously in love, was carting an hibiscus flower home to his girlfriend. The flower was easily the size of his head and the contrast of grey squirrel to bright red flower was brilliant. Too cute!
Shrimp and rice dinner by hubby's hand was an exquisite end to the evening. Laughter at silly shows on tv and joking around in the kitchen.
It is the simple things in life that truly bring such joy to my heart! Today, I wish you all some extraordinary joys in the little things!
Yesterday, after at least three solid months of cut-throat racquetball between myself, hubby, and son, I finally won a game! I was never within 6 points of the winner before. What a gloriously sweaty endeavor!
We came home from the gym, cleaned up, and the three of us went to see "The Rise of the Planet of the Apes". Having a son so very interested in the movies, and having grown up with the old versions, this movie intrigued all of us. It surely did not let us down. There were numerous inuendos to the older counterparts and the CGI imagery was stunning. You truly end up rooting for the apes!
After that, while waiting for dinner, Miles stood up in the middle of the living room and pointed out the window. Lo and behold a squirrel, like a zillion others, atop our fence (squirrel highway). But this one, obviously in love, was carting an hibiscus flower home to his girlfriend. The flower was easily the size of his head and the contrast of grey squirrel to bright red flower was brilliant. Too cute!
Shrimp and rice dinner by hubby's hand was an exquisite end to the evening. Laughter at silly shows on tv and joking around in the kitchen.
It is the simple things in life that truly bring such joy to my heart! Today, I wish you all some extraordinary joys in the little things!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Angel's Wings
Years ago, I was asked to submit a poem for an edition of "The International Who's Who in Poetry." I figured . . . can't hurt . . . so I did. Apparently they were only choosing a small amount of amateur poets, I believe it was one for each day. They were to be printed alphabetically by last name. I had received word that the poem that I wrote was chosen for publication - yay!
When my book arrived, there was a foreword that read: This volume showcases some of the most important amateur poets of today. These are ordinary, everyday people from all walks of life who have shown the courage to commit their innermost feelings to print. . . .
I quickly turned to the "M" section to search for my name. I couldn't find it. I turned to the "R" portion thinking they might have used my maiden name. Pitifully saddened, I finally looked in the "L" area hoping that had alphabetized by first name. Nothing!
Not wanting to put a good book of poetry down, I decided I would just thumb through several poems as I enjoy reading them so very much. After the foreword was a page that said:
FEATURED POETS
We begin this directory with a diverse sampling of poets and poetry from around the world. While varying greatly in subject and style, all of these featured poets honor the passionate art of poetry by gracefully and courageously exploring their intimate thoughts and emotions. It is our hope that all those who read these selections will be inspired and encouraged to pursue their own creative form of self-expression.
The first poem in the book:
Angel's Wings
Angel's wings, embrace me, from the wicked of this Earth
Sheathe me in your feathery steel, protect my heavenly worth
A downy soft encasement to fortify my soul
A powerful light to guide me on a path to make me whole
Angel's wings, do comfort me. Soften the trials ahead
Grant me strength in faith to walk where I am led
Ratify my resolve to overcome what may
Offer me your solace to seek another day
Angel's wings, please lift me, to the heights of God's design
His glory rises ten-fold more than any inkling mortally mine
Soaring just below me, I ask for loft bequeathed
To my pinnacle of purpose with a winged net beneath
Angel's wings, provide me, a blissful journey to His throne
A celebratory ending to a beginning of glories unknown
Guide me home sweet angel whispers when my clay shell's been wrung dry
Lay me down softly on Angel's wings and carry me home on high!
Lyn Marinello
When my book arrived, there was a foreword that read: This volume showcases some of the most important amateur poets of today. These are ordinary, everyday people from all walks of life who have shown the courage to commit their innermost feelings to print. . . .
I quickly turned to the "M" section to search for my name. I couldn't find it. I turned to the "R" portion thinking they might have used my maiden name. Pitifully saddened, I finally looked in the "L" area hoping that had alphabetized by first name. Nothing!
Not wanting to put a good book of poetry down, I decided I would just thumb through several poems as I enjoy reading them so very much. After the foreword was a page that said:
FEATURED POETS
We begin this directory with a diverse sampling of poets and poetry from around the world. While varying greatly in subject and style, all of these featured poets honor the passionate art of poetry by gracefully and courageously exploring their intimate thoughts and emotions. It is our hope that all those who read these selections will be inspired and encouraged to pursue their own creative form of self-expression.
The first poem in the book:
Angel's Wings
Angel's wings, embrace me, from the wicked of this Earth
Sheathe me in your feathery steel, protect my heavenly worth
A downy soft encasement to fortify my soul
A powerful light to guide me on a path to make me whole
Angel's wings, do comfort me. Soften the trials ahead
Grant me strength in faith to walk where I am led
Ratify my resolve to overcome what may
Offer me your solace to seek another day
Angel's wings, please lift me, to the heights of God's design
His glory rises ten-fold more than any inkling mortally mine
Soaring just below me, I ask for loft bequeathed
To my pinnacle of purpose with a winged net beneath
Angel's wings, provide me, a blissful journey to His throne
A celebratory ending to a beginning of glories unknown
Guide me home sweet angel whispers when my clay shell's been wrung dry
Lay me down softly on Angel's wings and carry me home on high!
Lyn Marinello
Friday, August 5, 2011
Remarkable Rocks
I'm staring at my eternal calendar on my desk. I've had it for many years and it sparks innumerable thoughts and ponderings. It's story shortly . . .
Today's quote is:
"The brook would lose its song if we removed the rocks."
As of late, this seems most poignant! So I will take it and run!
Beginning with the calendar itself . . . it was given to me . . . by a "rock". Several years ago, a beautiful person I met at a sporting event became a terrific friend to me and my family. She was talented, intelligent, and caring. She babysat my kids, my house, and became a wonderful friend. She gave me this calendar for a birthday gift. That might have been the last good decision she made. Her choices grew progressively worse and we parted ways. Sad, but I retained the calendar.
When I was very young and devastated by a young man, I thought (as most young females do) that it was all because I wasn't pretty enough. So; I joined a gym. I thrived in that gym. This is where my love of working out truly took root. I was there religiously six to seven days a week. Aerobics, nautilus, free-weights, negatives, pyramids; just beating myself to pieces. I loved it. When asked to be an aerobics instructor, I eagerly hopped on the opportunity. I trained for several months and just prior to receiving my certificate, the gym owner said to me, "You're too young. The older folks won't like your energy." Sad, but I retained the devotion.
My children were in middle and high school. I was volunteering like a mad-woman at their middle school. It was brought to my attention that the VP of the PTA was 'fixing' the annual fundraiser so her kid would win the much coveted iPod prize. I brought it to the attention of the school, the principal, and the county PTA council. My 'prize' for unveiling such an atrocity? I was made to resign from the newsletter responsibilities I had, asked to get off campus, told by the principal that "None of this sh#@ would have happened, if I hadn't opened my f$%$#! mouth," and asked to not return. I did leave, but came back at the beginning of the following school year knowing that although the VP's kid had indeed won the iPod, the PTA also had to purchase several more because the tallies had somehow been miscounted. Oh my! Go figure! Sad, but I am STILL volunteering!
I have mentioned that I love the quiet of nature. A babbling brook in the midst of a serene glenn is just one of God's intricate blessings. That brook wouldn't babble if it didn't have rocks in it. The song would be lost if not for the imperfections and impasses that cause the natural beauty of the wafting watery wails. The tune would change if the course were altered. I would not be who I am if not for the "rocks" mentioned above. My song would not be as sweet. Embrace the imperfections in your life. Sit atop those impasses and realize it is the very things you believe to be holding you back that are creating the incredible beauty that you are! The remarkable rocks within your brook, no matter where your song is sung, produces the possibilities of the person you are and can be!
Today's quote is:
"The brook would lose its song if we removed the rocks."
As of late, this seems most poignant! So I will take it and run!
Beginning with the calendar itself . . . it was given to me . . . by a "rock". Several years ago, a beautiful person I met at a sporting event became a terrific friend to me and my family. She was talented, intelligent, and caring. She babysat my kids, my house, and became a wonderful friend. She gave me this calendar for a birthday gift. That might have been the last good decision she made. Her choices grew progressively worse and we parted ways. Sad, but I retained the calendar.
When I was very young and devastated by a young man, I thought (as most young females do) that it was all because I wasn't pretty enough. So; I joined a gym. I thrived in that gym. This is where my love of working out truly took root. I was there religiously six to seven days a week. Aerobics, nautilus, free-weights, negatives, pyramids; just beating myself to pieces. I loved it. When asked to be an aerobics instructor, I eagerly hopped on the opportunity. I trained for several months and just prior to receiving my certificate, the gym owner said to me, "You're too young. The older folks won't like your energy." Sad, but I retained the devotion.
My children were in middle and high school. I was volunteering like a mad-woman at their middle school. It was brought to my attention that the VP of the PTA was 'fixing' the annual fundraiser so her kid would win the much coveted iPod prize. I brought it to the attention of the school, the principal, and the county PTA council. My 'prize' for unveiling such an atrocity? I was made to resign from the newsletter responsibilities I had, asked to get off campus, told by the principal that "None of this sh#@ would have happened, if I hadn't opened my f$%$#! mouth," and asked to not return. I did leave, but came back at the beginning of the following school year knowing that although the VP's kid had indeed won the iPod, the PTA also had to purchase several more because the tallies had somehow been miscounted. Oh my! Go figure! Sad, but I am STILL volunteering!
I have mentioned that I love the quiet of nature. A babbling brook in the midst of a serene glenn is just one of God's intricate blessings. That brook wouldn't babble if it didn't have rocks in it. The song would be lost if not for the imperfections and impasses that cause the natural beauty of the wafting watery wails. The tune would change if the course were altered. I would not be who I am if not for the "rocks" mentioned above. My song would not be as sweet. Embrace the imperfections in your life. Sit atop those impasses and realize it is the very things you believe to be holding you back that are creating the incredible beauty that you are! The remarkable rocks within your brook, no matter where your song is sung, produces the possibilities of the person you are and can be!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Props to the Peeps
Yesterday, someone rhetorically inquired as to how I got so wise, as opposed to being a "scrappy young kid," or something along those lines. So, today, I figured I would elaborate a little to shed light where it is due, and give Props to the Peeps that deserve it!
First, I'm not so sure how "wise" I am, but I certainly do try to learn life's lessons as they are hurled at me. I think that no matter how horrible we deem a situation, there is something beneficial to be taken from it. To me, it just makes more sense to leave with a positive than to be swallowed up in the negative. I think one of the best ways to be able to do this is to surround myself with like-minded people.
I have always gravitated toward positive folks. I have fed off their energy and optimism. When someone became burdensome, I tried to lighten their load or assist in their troubles. If they accepted, we moved merrily on together. If not, I'd hug them, love them, and journey toward a brighter spot. I tried never to burn bridges as you'll never know when you'll be running back the other way! Some of those indubitable folks have remained in my life for eons; Susie, Tana, Nancy, Becky, Kate, Jamie, Danny, Don, Donna, Daun & Bill. Some have served incredible purposes and continued on their own journey toward a brighter spot for themselves. Some have taught me very valuable lessons about trust, ethics, morals, and love and have thankfully gone by the wayside.
It would be wrong if I did not thank EVERY single one of them though for assisting me on life's journey. Without those lesson-teachers, I would not have been properly educated in the game of life. Without those chance encounters that loitered only briefly, I would have lost out on the valuable tools they offered. And without those folks who seemed to have lingered in my life since before I existed, I could never have been as blessed as I currently am. I must give Props to the Peeps who have shaped who and what I am. Thank you to those folks who taught me, whether I knew I was learning or not, about virtues and worthiness. It is because of you that I am me!
Thank You!
First, I'm not so sure how "wise" I am, but I certainly do try to learn life's lessons as they are hurled at me. I think that no matter how horrible we deem a situation, there is something beneficial to be taken from it. To me, it just makes more sense to leave with a positive than to be swallowed up in the negative. I think one of the best ways to be able to do this is to surround myself with like-minded people.
I have always gravitated toward positive folks. I have fed off their energy and optimism. When someone became burdensome, I tried to lighten their load or assist in their troubles. If they accepted, we moved merrily on together. If not, I'd hug them, love them, and journey toward a brighter spot. I tried never to burn bridges as you'll never know when you'll be running back the other way! Some of those indubitable folks have remained in my life for eons; Susie, Tana, Nancy, Becky, Kate, Jamie, Danny, Don, Donna, Daun & Bill. Some have served incredible purposes and continued on their own journey toward a brighter spot for themselves. Some have taught me very valuable lessons about trust, ethics, morals, and love and have thankfully gone by the wayside.
It would be wrong if I did not thank EVERY single one of them though for assisting me on life's journey. Without those lesson-teachers, I would not have been properly educated in the game of life. Without those chance encounters that loitered only briefly, I would have lost out on the valuable tools they offered. And without those folks who seemed to have lingered in my life since before I existed, I could never have been as blessed as I currently am. I must give Props to the Peeps who have shaped who and what I am. Thank you to those folks who taught me, whether I knew I was learning or not, about virtues and worthiness. It is because of you that I am me!
Thank You!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Chin up! Knees down!
A saying I either came across, heard, or started using when Miles was ill . . . still rings true every day in every situation!
Whether it's the girlfriend who feels lost because she cannot control her relationship, her job, or her circumstances; my dear friend who just underwent surgery and is at home recovering; step-dad number two who is in the hospital in New York; or other folks that I pray for on a daily basis . . . a positive attitude and faith will get you through.
I think my mom tried to teach us by example that tending to other folk's problems usually helps to resolve your own. I'm not sure if it is just a distraction, a perspective sharpener, or just a giving, gracious heart that makes a difference . . . but it does. When you give up trying to control the things around you, you realize you never had control to begin with. When you offer up your tangled web of worldly troubles, there is a master weaver waiting to straighten it out. When you allow yourself the humility of falling to your knees, and lifting your head, your eyes, and your hopes to something far greater than is comprehendable . . . you can distinguish priorities, perspectives, and positive pathways leading you where you need to be.
Find a quiet, peaceful place today, and in quiet confidence . . . Chin up! Knees down!
Whether it's the girlfriend who feels lost because she cannot control her relationship, her job, or her circumstances; my dear friend who just underwent surgery and is at home recovering; step-dad number two who is in the hospital in New York; or other folks that I pray for on a daily basis . . . a positive attitude and faith will get you through.
I think my mom tried to teach us by example that tending to other folk's problems usually helps to resolve your own. I'm not sure if it is just a distraction, a perspective sharpener, or just a giving, gracious heart that makes a difference . . . but it does. When you give up trying to control the things around you, you realize you never had control to begin with. When you offer up your tangled web of worldly troubles, there is a master weaver waiting to straighten it out. When you allow yourself the humility of falling to your knees, and lifting your head, your eyes, and your hopes to something far greater than is comprehendable . . . you can distinguish priorities, perspectives, and positive pathways leading you where you need to be.
Find a quiet, peaceful place today, and in quiet confidence . . . Chin up! Knees down!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Our Gift
Some might think me odd, but one of the greatest gifts my family has ever been given is the gift of Juvenile Dermatomyositis! What, in God's name, is that? It is a rare, life-threatening auto-immune disease diagnosed in my son when he was nine years old. "Miles-a-minute" had been turned to mush. This disease attacks the body's muscles as if they are a virus. Obviously dangerous, it can attack swallowing, breathing, and movement. It is NOT good!
Then why would I, a seemingly sane and intelligent person, say it was Our Gift?
Let me explain.
With every stress and trial in life, you are given two choices: let it run you over or look up, stand up, and fight back! With the devastating news of this horrific disease ~ we chose the latter! I will not fib and say that life was a bowl of cherries. Far from it! There were many days that I found myself in my closet, not wanting to fall apart in front of the children, sobbing nearly to the point of nausea. But, having gotten that out of my system, I'd wash my face and return to the task of keeping the kids in as positive a frame of mind as possible.
Deanna was blessed with an additional barrage of caregivers; folks who eagerly took her under their collective wing and entertained her, taught her, and loved her when my attentions were called elsewhere. Miles' family of caregivers grew exponentially. I still cannot fathom the devotion of All Children's nurses. Normally maybe two would begin the average IV for treatment. Miles almost always had three to four nurses who tended to him. He had one to start the IV, one to be sure his good luck charms and headphones for situated properly, one to rub his shoulders or simply to keep him calm and relaxed, and one to massage his feet. There was barely ever room for me to stand anywhere near him. The interesting thing is that these nurses WANTED to be there.
After several months of treatment not working too well, we began hospital visits. Again, not a fun thing, but by no means a bad thing! Again, our family grew to include and envelope these folks. Miles was granted a dream by The Children's Dream Fund. And was shortly thereafter asked to be an integral speaker during All Children's 2005 Annual Telethon. And we realized our opportunity to "turn the tide" on this tragedy!
We realized this obstacle was placed in our path that we might have the opportunity to help others in our same situation. We've been doing fundraisers ever since for both groups. We've been to All Children's to counsel other families going through similar issues. We've been to Washington, DC to advocate for children's health and the hospital.
What a rare and incredible gift we've been offered to help other people. Although my brave and brilliant children went through the brunt of treatment, as I sat helplessly by their side, we went through it as a family. We beat it as a family. And we will continue to offer our assistance to others as a blessed unit of folks who realized the possibilities, instead of becoming bogged down in the burden of all things Dermatomyositis-y.
It may have been wrapped in rather odd packaging, but Our Gift is what we chose to make of it. We chose to turn it positive, helpful, loving, and progressive. If you are facing difficulties, maybe . . . instead . . . it is Your Gift and you are just not looking at it in the right light. Light always makes a difference!
Then why would I, a seemingly sane and intelligent person, say it was Our Gift?
Let me explain.
With every stress and trial in life, you are given two choices: let it run you over or look up, stand up, and fight back! With the devastating news of this horrific disease ~ we chose the latter! I will not fib and say that life was a bowl of cherries. Far from it! There were many days that I found myself in my closet, not wanting to fall apart in front of the children, sobbing nearly to the point of nausea. But, having gotten that out of my system, I'd wash my face and return to the task of keeping the kids in as positive a frame of mind as possible.
Deanna was blessed with an additional barrage of caregivers; folks who eagerly took her under their collective wing and entertained her, taught her, and loved her when my attentions were called elsewhere. Miles' family of caregivers grew exponentially. I still cannot fathom the devotion of All Children's nurses. Normally maybe two would begin the average IV for treatment. Miles almost always had three to four nurses who tended to him. He had one to start the IV, one to be sure his good luck charms and headphones for situated properly, one to rub his shoulders or simply to keep him calm and relaxed, and one to massage his feet. There was barely ever room for me to stand anywhere near him. The interesting thing is that these nurses WANTED to be there.
After several months of treatment not working too well, we began hospital visits. Again, not a fun thing, but by no means a bad thing! Again, our family grew to include and envelope these folks. Miles was granted a dream by The Children's Dream Fund. And was shortly thereafter asked to be an integral speaker during All Children's 2005 Annual Telethon. And we realized our opportunity to "turn the tide" on this tragedy!
We realized this obstacle was placed in our path that we might have the opportunity to help others in our same situation. We've been doing fundraisers ever since for both groups. We've been to All Children's to counsel other families going through similar issues. We've been to Washington, DC to advocate for children's health and the hospital.
What a rare and incredible gift we've been offered to help other people. Although my brave and brilliant children went through the brunt of treatment, as I sat helplessly by their side, we went through it as a family. We beat it as a family. And we will continue to offer our assistance to others as a blessed unit of folks who realized the possibilities, instead of becoming bogged down in the burden of all things Dermatomyositis-y.
It may have been wrapped in rather odd packaging, but Our Gift is what we chose to make of it. We chose to turn it positive, helpful, loving, and progressive. If you are facing difficulties, maybe . . . instead . . . it is Your Gift and you are just not looking at it in the right light. Light always makes a difference!
Monday, August 1, 2011
Tangible Peace
One of my most favorite things about upstate New York was the changing leaves in Autumn. I can honestly say that, besides dear friends and family, it's one of the ONLY things I continue to miss. If you have never been in the northeast during Autumn, it is truly a sight to behold. I lived in Atlanta, Georgia for a few years. Folks there said it was the same show in their state. I completely disagree!
To stand atop a mountain or a viewpoint and see more colors than you could possibly find names for and realize that it is just God's way of adding a dash of vibrance before a white winter cloak is one of the most glorious events in which you could partake. There seems to be thousands of shades of reds and golds and ambers and greens and more. It is breathtaking!
To see a brilliant yellow moon cast a path across fresh-fallen, glistening snow is yet another treasured spectacle. It is as if everything glows and there is a definite peace that lingers in the biting cold. As brittle as it feels, there is an underlying warmth to the serenity the scene offers!
To sit upon the shoreline, before the shellseekers are hard at work, and simply listen to the lapping of the salty water upon a sandy seat is a joy so calming it is almost intoxicating. The song of the birds and the rolling sea seem to keep worries and calamities at bay. Watching the sun slip through the brackish dawn into her radiant golden dress is an event so captivating that the moment seems to almost swallow you up. And I would happily allow it!
To sit within the woods and simply and quietly exist is sheer bliss. No stress. No time frames. Just the silence of a whispering wind, the bowing boughs, the symphony of nature. What could offer more calm?
It is all, nearly, tangible peace. Find a little bit of your own today!
To stand atop a mountain or a viewpoint and see more colors than you could possibly find names for and realize that it is just God's way of adding a dash of vibrance before a white winter cloak is one of the most glorious events in which you could partake. There seems to be thousands of shades of reds and golds and ambers and greens and more. It is breathtaking!
To see a brilliant yellow moon cast a path across fresh-fallen, glistening snow is yet another treasured spectacle. It is as if everything glows and there is a definite peace that lingers in the biting cold. As brittle as it feels, there is an underlying warmth to the serenity the scene offers!
To sit upon the shoreline, before the shellseekers are hard at work, and simply listen to the lapping of the salty water upon a sandy seat is a joy so calming it is almost intoxicating. The song of the birds and the rolling sea seem to keep worries and calamities at bay. Watching the sun slip through the brackish dawn into her radiant golden dress is an event so captivating that the moment seems to almost swallow you up. And I would happily allow it!
To sit within the woods and simply and quietly exist is sheer bliss. No stress. No time frames. Just the silence of a whispering wind, the bowing boughs, the symphony of nature. What could offer more calm?
It is all, nearly, tangible peace. Find a little bit of your own today!
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