You are smart,
for you do things smartly.
Lucky Numbers
42, 51, 34, 21, 48, 6
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
Ribbons
It happened just before Thanksgiving. My shy hiding-her-face-in-the-folds-of-my-clothing, comforted in the knowledge that I was 'just outside the door' of her ballet class daughter, requested that I drop her off at class and then leave.
She made her request in the nicest of ways. "Mama, how about if you drop me off and then take some time for yourself, it's such a hectic time of year for you."
"Honey, I'm good, I'll just knock out a lecture or two. I've got stuff to keep me busy."
My response was met with a palatable silence. Not even crickets were going to interrupt it.
"No, Mom. Really. Take some time. Have some coffee... Window shop even." (I paused at this, wondering what alien had taken possession of my dot, as everyone, even the dog, knows that Mama doesn't window shop.)
"I can stay, it's not a problem." I hesitantly replied.
"No. Mom. Leave. Go. Really. It's time."
And with that, we parted in silence. She bounded out of the car and into the studio and I lingering for a moment, watched as my grown and confident young lady laughed, socialized and wildly gestured a story with her friends.
As I drove away, I learned how to breath again... the sting of mom-hurt, taking hold as I realized that my delightful little one is growing and spreading her confident wings, and my role in her life is changing.
I've felt this emotion before. When she no longer wanted to hold me hand when we walked across the street, when she didn't want me to wait for her before school started for the day, and as she put together her last two Girl Scout presentations.
For all of my friends who have told me when I felt overwhelmed and knee deep in the muck of parenting two toddlers and then preschoolers to take 15 or so minutes to relax and then breath it all in and enjoy every possible moment - because their time as children is fleeting - I THANK YOU!
My nearly middle-schooler is quickly shedding any semblance of the child she used to be, and while I am thankful to be the one who gets to watch her grow and rise to meet the challenges of the world around her, I know that I will miss being able to see her in the day-in-day-out once she gains entry into the adult world.
It will then be time for me to watch from the sidelines and cheer her on as her friend and mentor. And I'll be honored to be there for her.
She made her request in the nicest of ways. "Mama, how about if you drop me off and then take some time for yourself, it's such a hectic time of year for you."
"Honey, I'm good, I'll just knock out a lecture or two. I've got stuff to keep me busy."
My response was met with a palatable silence. Not even crickets were going to interrupt it.
"No, Mom. Really. Take some time. Have some coffee... Window shop even." (I paused at this, wondering what alien had taken possession of my dot, as everyone, even the dog, knows that Mama doesn't window shop.)
"I can stay, it's not a problem." I hesitantly replied.
"No. Mom. Leave. Go. Really. It's time."
And with that, we parted in silence. She bounded out of the car and into the studio and I lingering for a moment, watched as my grown and confident young lady laughed, socialized and wildly gestured a story with her friends.
As I drove away, I learned how to breath again... the sting of mom-hurt, taking hold as I realized that my delightful little one is growing and spreading her confident wings, and my role in her life is changing.
I've felt this emotion before. When she no longer wanted to hold me hand when we walked across the street, when she didn't want me to wait for her before school started for the day, and as she put together her last two Girl Scout presentations.
For all of my friends who have told me when I felt overwhelmed and knee deep in the muck of parenting two toddlers and then preschoolers to take 15 or so minutes to relax and then breath it all in and enjoy every possible moment - because their time as children is fleeting - I THANK YOU!
My nearly middle-schooler is quickly shedding any semblance of the child she used to be, and while I am thankful to be the one who gets to watch her grow and rise to meet the challenges of the world around her, I know that I will miss being able to see her in the day-in-day-out once she gains entry into the adult world.
It will then be time for me to watch from the sidelines and cheer her on as her friend and mentor. And I'll be honored to be there for her.
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-1204
If you are wise with your
decisions, good things are bound
to come.
Lucky Numbers
38, 30, 26, 55, 20, 42
Thursday, December 3, 2015
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-1203
Human Rights:
Know Them,
Demand Them,
Defend Them.
Lucky Numbers
28, 4, 34, 33, 40, 3
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-1202
A pleasant surprise is
in store for you.
Lucky Numbers
11, 2, 34, 7, 47, 19
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Busy imagined?
It's on days like today that I wonder if being busy is something that we live, or if it is a construct of our minds and ToDo lists.
Looking at the calendar, holidays, birthdays, the semesters end for me, quarters end for the boy, and several performances of the nutcracker fill in the too small squares of the month. Add in various holiday parties, get togethers and spontaneous coffee dates and I often wonder what if anything can be taken off of the ever increasingly long ToDo list.
I swear, there are days when my ToDo list would give Santa's wish list a run for its money.
Thanksgiving break was last week - and after having a full week without work, I'm finding it challenging to get back in the saddle of the schedule and ride it out for the next three weeks. It's this way every year - and even though we have the December Survival Guide down to a science, I am no less in awe over how few hours in the day there seem to be.
So, I wonder. Am I really that busy, or am I spending so much time focusing on the 'what's next' that I've enslaved myself to the calendar to the point where I no longer recognize the quiet moments that exist to re-center a person.
It's a question that many friends are asking, and perhaps that is the source of my curiosity. Perhaps it's also that I'm ready for the winter break, when there are fewer activities and work obligations that fill in those calendar squares.
Whichever it may be, I'm ready for things to slow down for a bit.
Looking at the calendar, holidays, birthdays, the semesters end for me, quarters end for the boy, and several performances of the nutcracker fill in the too small squares of the month. Add in various holiday parties, get togethers and spontaneous coffee dates and I often wonder what if anything can be taken off of the ever increasingly long ToDo list.
I swear, there are days when my ToDo list would give Santa's wish list a run for its money.
Thanksgiving break was last week - and after having a full week without work, I'm finding it challenging to get back in the saddle of the schedule and ride it out for the next three weeks. It's this way every year - and even though we have the December Survival Guide down to a science, I am no less in awe over how few hours in the day there seem to be.
So, I wonder. Am I really that busy, or am I spending so much time focusing on the 'what's next' that I've enslaved myself to the calendar to the point where I no longer recognize the quiet moments that exist to re-center a person.
It's a question that many friends are asking, and perhaps that is the source of my curiosity. Perhaps it's also that I'm ready for the winter break, when there are fewer activities and work obligations that fill in those calendar squares.
Whichever it may be, I'm ready for things to slow down for a bit.
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-1201
Happiness measures a person's
real wealth.
Lucky Numbers
3, 47, 26, 32, 23, 4
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)