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She’s Baaccckkk!

July 21, 2013 4 comments

And better than ever.

Click on the blue letters below and check it out….

My one true love.

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Categories: Family, Parenting, Poem Tags: ,

My Rose

April 28, 2013 6 comments

Just remember in the Winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun’s love

In the Spring becomes the rose.

~ “The Rose”/Lyrics Amanda McBroom

seedThe season has changed and Spring has finally found us. The promise of renewal, rebirth and hopeful thoughts surroroseund us. The sun is shining warm again. Seedlings that were planted falls-ago have taken root over the winter’s long days and new life is emerging. Vibrant bursts of color are popping up daily. The unexpected is happening. Everywhere. Be alert with eyes wide open or be jarred, as I was the other day; halted by beauty; startled in an unanticipated moment, forced to pause and see the sweet rose that shot up before me.

How did this happen right before my eyes without me seeing it?

Parenting is busy, worrisome work. It’s constant, at times, all-consuming. It’s a life-long learning adventure. Like most things I become immersed in, the deeper I’m in it, often times, the harder it is for me to step out and back and linger in the minutes of  the milestones and accomplishments of our ever-changing, day-to-day lives. Hours become days. Days extend into weeks which turn into months that become years. Even though I’ve been there all the while, the details are clouded and what seems like, in the blink of an eye, the bud becames a blossom and I’ve been caught completely off guard.

That sweet seedling that was just laughing-it-up in the park yesterday...

Hannah @ Playpland Park

…has grown into a flower, more beautiful than I could ever have imagined…

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… and is laughing-it-up on her way into the Spring Dance today, in concert with these other lovelies who are flourishing in their own beautiful gardens.

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Slipping Through My Fingers

April 1, 2012 9 comments

This week my daughter turned eleven.

Last night she had her first ever, awake-over sleep-over party.

Slipping Through My Fingers

~ Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness and I have to sit down for a while
the feeling that I’m losing her forever

and without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
that funny little girl

slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it

slipping through my fingers all the time
do I really see what’s in her mind
each time I think I’m close to knowing
she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time

sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
barely awake I let precious time go by
then when she’s gone,

there’s that odd melancholy feeling
and a sense of guilt I can’t deny
what happened to the wonderful adventures

the places I had planned for us to go
well, some of that we did, but some we didn’t
and why, I just don’t know

slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it

slipping through my fingers all the time
do I really see what’s in her mind
each time I think I’m close to knowing
she keeps on growing

slipping through my fingers all the time
sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
and save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile……………

Mama Mia!

Categories: Family, Life, Love Tags: , ,

Note To Self: DON’T QUIT!

October 22, 2011 19 comments

Sometimes you have a week that just seems to drain you on every level. One where you’re pulled in so many directions, you feel like you’re a moving target, unable to zig-zag your way fast enough or far enough away from being wounded by the incoming arrow that seems hell-bent on piercing you right in the center of your heart.

You just feel like you can’t do it any more. You’re tired and you want to give up.

BUT, for the Grace of God (and the stubbornness he’s bestowed upon you or in this case, ME – thankfully) you can’t and you don’t and you make yourself get up and you just,

GO ON.

And since I have and I’ve gotten my second wind now, I say,

BRING IT ON! 

This is for my friends and readers who might need a little help getting up……

Don’t Quit

by: Unknown Author

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Photo Credit #1: Google Images

Categories: Comfort Tags: ,

Wild Thing, She Makes My Heart Sing!

December 21, 2010 3 comments

Talk about taking the world on with a smile…..

How about the 9-yr old who does it everyday and isn’t even trying? I’m talking about the same one whose first kiss was from a dolphin and who swims with sea lions. No inhibitions. Although she was born with a tooth in her mouth, her hair did not start growing until she was two and even then, it was only at a snail’s pace.  People mistook her for a boy until she was four, even if she was wearing a pink dress.  Her first haircut wasn’t until she was six. At nine she happily struts her stuff in her older brother’s hand-me-downs. She never wears matching socks and only has one ear pierced. If there is a revolt at school, she will be the leader, ever speaking her mind. She has a healthy disregard for authority.  She once devised a plan for her and her peers to escape the school’s playground at the injustice of having a “made-up” game, banned. (Think Lord of the Flies.) They were going to take the city’s Loop Bus……. somewhere. I’m thankful she had no money.

This child actually smiles when she’s sleeping. No lie. And yes, she wakes up smiling too. Joyful. That’s the word that comes to mind. A blessing. She is a modern-day Pollyanna, not only drinking from the cup of kindness but always sharing it too. I’m often amazed at the wisdom that comes from such a youthful mind.  I am equally humbled when she tells me everything is going to be alright and I believe her. She’s inspirational. I used to say, when I grow up I want to be just like her but now I say, whenever I’m ready to stop being so grown-up, I’d like to be just like her.

Sometimes you need only look in the room at the end of the hall for a reason to keep trying to take the world on with a smile.

Mayhem Makers

“Wild thing you make my heart sing. You make every thang…….. groovy!”         The Troggs

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