I Know This Day Will Come

I snagged this article from FB.  I changed a few of the words to suit me/mine.  If you read this, please understand, I'M NOT RE-WRITING THE ARTICLE,  just borrowing most of the wording. 

 

Letter From A Mother to Her Daughter Children

"My dear daughter child, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.

When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a child?  (I'm not sure this would ever apply to me, but you never know!)

When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.

And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.

When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.

I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... ." . . . . more than words will ever able to express.

 

I don't know who originally wrote this, but it fits the bill in so many ways.  I have a hunch I'm not the only Mama out there with these same concerns.

 

 

Thanksgiving 2012

I'm feeling a little nostalgic today.  Not in a bad way or in an overwhelming way.  Just an "under the surface" way.  I think Thanksgiving does that to people.  It certainly does it to me. It demands that I reflect on what I have, what I've lost and what is important in life.  Sometimes that demand clunks me right in the middle of my forehead.  BAM!   Wake up and smell the coffee, woman.  Time is a fleeting thing.  Pay attention to the small things that make the world go 'round.  It's those things that you should be thankful for.  They grease the axles of life. They are the things that should be embedded in your memory bank.  Observe them.  Dwell on them. Cherish them.  REMEMBER THEM!   These are my commands to  myself.

But, I sometimes find it hard to swallow my own medicine, practice what I preach, do as I should and not as I want.  I let my OCD for a "perfect life" rear it nasty head.  I fall for it's trickery ~ It tells me: "People expect perfection from you."  "You are a failure."  "You can do better than that." "Speak only if you have something worth saying, and only then if you're asked." "You don't have time for that."   On and on and on it taunts.  It's hard to escape that which has been riding your coat-tail for so long.  It's hard to shake that "imperfect" feeling.  It.  Is.  A.  Daily.  Battle.  for me.  Daily.  To conquer that which is larger than life, to succumb to life as it is and not what I think it should be, and to remember that I am, after all, only human.  It is in my quietest moments that I can remember the important stuff.  When God nudges me to let go of those things that are irrelevant. Sometimes I can ~ sometimes I can't ~ either way, I am aware of it ~ all of it.

So. .  . here we go . . . .the second paragraph has my name all over it.

Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
forever in the next.
Amen.

This may be my Thanksgiving Prayer for today and every other Thanksgiving and all the days between.

Things ~ They Are a'changin'

Life with a two year old is, and will always be, unpredictable.  We just crossed the potty-training hurdle.  I said before Baby Girl had an agenda all her own and she stuck to it.  We are done ~ literally and figuratively.  That girl does me in on a daily basis.  I have learned to pray every day to just be able to go with the flow, pick my battles and hunker down for the long haul.  When I remember to do that my day goes smoothly.  And by smoothly I mean I'm not the one crying at the end of the day!

Today was, for the most part ~ and I say that because the day isn't over yet ~ a good day.  Not much grief on the food issues.  Not much grief about obeying.  Not much grief about anything actually.  Our routine was smooth as glass.  

Baby Girl's new favorite "show" is Max and Ruby.  It was Helena's as well at one time.  I have a DVD of Max and Ruby and it lives in the player.  It plays whether she's watching or not.  I try not to listen.  Try. With all. My might. 

Anyway, we eat lunch anywhere between 11:15 and 12:00 depending on how starved Itty Bitty is.  I usually don't put her down until around 1:00.  That's what works for me. Or it had.  Until today.

After lunch, Baby Girl played with her stuff a tad and then crashed on the love seat to watch Max and Ruby.  Ruby and Max.   See, the song gets stuck in my head.  I walk in to get ready to prepare her for nap time and she has all her bedtime buddies in a pile on the love seat with her.  She asks for the blue fuzzy blanket and informs me she is going nite-nite, turns her head away from me and acts as if she's sleeping.  (I'm thinkin' ~ um, no.  You are not.  You are going upstairs.)  But, I humor her and leave the room for a bit.  Lo and behold, when I return she is out like a light. Out.  Out.  Out.  Good Night Nurse.  What's a body to do?  I just  pushed the ottoman up against the love seat and let her be ~ 'cause Mama said:  "You never wake a sleeping baby."  Not. For. Nothin'. 

And to add insult to injury, I look over at the sofa and there lays Audrey, upside down, giving me the stink eye because I had the nerve to flash the camera and interrupt her "nap time".  There's something terribly wrong here.  Terribly wrong. 

So, I'm thinkin', things are a changin'.  Yep. Yep, they are.

The Breathings of Your Heart

The quote on my side bar is very inspiring to me .  It's about putting things down on paper that titilate your heart.  But tonight as I sit here reading blogs from my Little Ladies, I realize that my family is the "Breathings of my Heart".  That is why it is so easy for me to share about them.  To write of their journeys, their personalities, their mistakes, their accomplishments ~ their wonderful. . . to me. . . lives.  It's their natural ability to love and encompass life that comforts me, that reassures me, and that gives me great pleasure in the journeys we travel together. 
I am truly blessed to have children, grandchildren, a brother, sisters, neices and nephews that inspire me.

This One's For the Two of You . . . .

I didn't realize how long it's been since I've last blogged.  Not that you two are much better I must say.  It only took Alicia an eternity to get rolling at a somewhat acceptable speed and Nichole ~ true to your blog name ~ you certainly are miserly with your posts!  But when you guys do blog, I certainly enjoy reading what you have to say about what's going on in your corners of the world. 

Oh, and FYI, I did blog over on my other blog just the other day. So. There.

With all that said, I shall move on.   I have been a little slack writing lately, but have been busy playing with cotton.  I love the feel of cotton ~ kinda like that commercial:  "The touch . . . the feel . . . of cotton.  The fabric of my life."  And I must say I have missed playing with it over the years.   I  have an agenda for that cotton in my life.  Can't share it right now, but I think it would make you guys happy as well.

So, this is a short, but sweet post to two of my favorite worry-warts.  It makes me feel good to know you are keeping tabs on me.

I love you both ~ never, ever doubt that!

Going to scoot before the hoard of youngin's descends upon me. (I know, it's only three of them, but sometimes. . . .)  I NEED to be ready!  I never know what shenanigans are coming my way ~ tee-hee.

Enjoy your day with your studious little noses pressed to those large, daunting books!

Love ya, love ya, love ya! ! !