I used to love the smell of my mom’s perfume. It made me feel safe and warm and was the hello to my day when I hugged her.
Since the boys were little I’ve made sure to spray my perfume on the blankets I tucked into bed with them, or the little stuffed animals I left with them when I had to deploy or leave for a few days. When my oldest left for college I sprayed some of my perfume on a new washcloth and put it in a baggie. I tucked it in his “to go” box.
I’m not sure if he’s ever reached over to open it but it made me feel good to know he could if he wanted to. I’m picking him up from Union Station today and after a long week of GSmarts presentations that had me leaving the house at 0700 and not getting home till 7:30 at night I was just going to throw on some sweats and head up. Then I thought about my mom.
Here it is 0621 and I’m sitting showered, dressed and perfumed getting ready to pick him up. That first hug is important…I hope to him as well.
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“Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, “Why me?”, then a voice answers “Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.”
We all get overwhelmed. We go to places that make us wonder what we’ve done to bring such challenges to our lives and question how in the world we’re supposed to cope when so many things are going wrong. The voice that tells you “Nothing personal…” is only slightly satisfying. I really believe you, and me, and everyone else; we need to look at the things in our lives that ARE working and that are, in fact, going better than we could ever have hoped for. When those things come to mind, we need to be just as diligent and ask:
When we are facing a challenge and friends rush to our sides to assist us:
When we suffer a serious accident, and somehow survive:
When we have a child who is struggling with school, and we have teachers who join with us to assist in moving them to success:
If we focus solely on the things that are challenges, we just don’t realize how each day brings positives we will miss when our head is down and shaking in dismay. We miss our opportunities to be thankful for today. I am not a Pollyanna, I have suffered many hardships in my life. As I’ve grown through them I’ve come to realize they were a gift that brought focus to the good times in my life. They provided clarity to my thoughts about “the routine” and sharp edges to what is really hard and what is just nonsense. They’ve helped me put into perspective how fleeting time really is.
Now when my sons, rush off the bus, jackets flying and backpacks bumping up and down; when they rush up the driveway in a full out race, laughing and fussing about cheating and head starts; all the time with their eyes smiling. I’ve come to understand that I am witness to the morning of their lives. That’s when I ask:
and that’s when I say thank you for all the moments that have shaped me and brought me to this place.
At Thanksgiving especially – look around at your place in this world and ask
It’s sometimes overwhelming when we realize just how lucky we are.
Happy Thanksgiving from our family to yours.
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I’m disappointed in myself today.
Yesterday I was up at Bethesda with Benjamin. We went to have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory as a treat. I put money in the meter, we went inside and had a lovely lunch. After we pulled away and were heading home Ben said to me:
“I’m sad we didn’t give that man who was homeless any money.”
“What man?” I asked.
“The man, who was there at the meter.”
“Oh,” I said, “I didn’t see him.”
But then it struck me. I HAD seen him. I had seen a man sitting on a pile of stuff but didn’t take the time to really look at him and see him as a real someone; someone in need. I think I did realize he was homeless but I didn’t process it properly and realize I could do something.
I don’t know why, since I’m usually quite attuned to that sort of thing. Maybe it was because of the doctor’s appointment I’d had with my son, or because I’d scraped the car in the parking garage on the way out of the hospital, or because I have been so tired given all the running around or
…..really…WHO CARES WHY…I DIDN’T LOOK AT HIM and I didn’t SEE him.
But my son did.
I think that makes me feel worse in some ways. He saw a man who needed us and his mom didn’t do anything to help him.
I hope today that if I see someone in need I really do SEE him or her and don’t just think about myself.
Thank you son, for opening my eyes and reminding me to look and to see and to realize it is not just about me.
Today I will try to do better.
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