The very thing that causes you stress one day may turn out to be a great blessing in the future.
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There will always be bumps in the road we travel, but while these bumps may slow down the journey, they should not cause us to alter our path.
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An old family cat requires as much attention as a young child. Special food, companionship when it is time for an afternoon nap, and reassurance that you haven’t left for good when you have simply left the room.
A heated bed in my office for a old kitty’s comfort.
Hypersensitivity: The littlest things can bring such joy or can bring you to your knees. I have been told it gets easier. Yesterday the profound realization hit me, sometimes the kid never comes back. I imagine for some families it never gets easier for them – just less sensitive.
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Enormous rainstorms, the gully-washers that cause flash flood warnings, often bring hail and the threat of tornadoes to the Eastern Plains of Colorado, but fog – dense, mysterious, morning fog – is a rare result of dangerous storms. A gully-washer brewed up just over our home last night. The rain pummeled the ground hard and fast causing the water to runoff rather than soak into the dirt road that dissects our property. Without the deterrent of a muddy road, a walk in the cool morning air was made all the more inviting by the heavy fog that had rolled in overnight. Years ago, I walked and ran in fog so thick that one could see the water droplets flow by on a gentle breeze. Fog of this nature was a frequent occurrence in Virginia, but it is such a rarity in Colorado where fog is usually accompanied by freezing temperatures and biting winds. Quiet, spring fog is an unusual blessing.
Soon my daughter will be moving to Virginia and leaving behind the aired climate she has always known. Today’s foggy sunrise provided a wonderful way to introduce her to the joys of running in fog so thick that a well-known road becomes a mystical path into the unknown.
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My son has left on his long awaited mission. It is natural that I miss his company, his smile, and his laughter. However, what I really miss is him finding all the stuff I misplace. I really miss saying goodnight to him. I really miss hearing him talk to his sister long after my husband and I turn in for the night. I really miss waking him up in the morning after he has chosen to ignore his alarm clock. And I really miss his hugs that he still gives despite being grown.
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One day they are little and the days are long. Then before you can catch your breath, they are grown and the days seem unfairly short. Confident and sure, they are ready to embark on the adventurous journey of adult life. Having done your job, a job well done due to the endless hours and days in which your frustration, tears, and worry threatened to overshadow the precious moments of their youth, you watch as they pack their bags and depart from the safety of your home. As they wave goodbye, you pray for an assurance greater than the confidence that has inspired their departure.
Peace descends upon you as you pray and calms the emotional storm that threatens your composure, sanity, and well-being. You know with a certainty that you did your job day after day. You did it well through sacrifice, gritty determination, and boundless love. Although the daily chaos will settle into memory, you realize the journey is not over because you did your job and you did it well. You are a mom.
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My son is getting his wisdom teeth out today. Due to the icy roads, my car in the shop, and my husband’s car not being as comfortable to travel in as mine, I opted to stay home and let my husband handle this one. Oh, the misery of recognizing your kids have grown and that dad can finally replace mom at the bed-side.
Truthfully, it is decadent this feeling that I was able to put my health first for once. Why did it take me 17 years to recognize that my husband is so much more calm than I am with these things? And his bed-side manner is much more “motherly” than mine. Still, the kids prefer me so I had better go prepare for the return of my drugged-up, chipmunked faced boy.
Don’t get me wrong, this turning over control to the dad is not fun, but it does seem to be much less stressful than the anxiety inducing road conditions and dentist scenario. And since the son will soon leave home, this may very well be good for easing the separation anxiety as well.
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Utter relief that the husband is unhurt wars with the angst of why bad things happen.
It is really quite the turbulence of emotion that descends when relief wars with the concerns over repair costs, frustration with bad drivers, and the anguish of why – why him, why now, why could it not have been avoided.
Then relief and reason wins the battle with the recognition of how bad it could have been. Honda Pilots do not usually win against semi-trailers, but in this case the skill of the driver and some Divine intervention saved the husband, saved the Honda, and saved my sanity.
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Woke up this morning to a blast of cold and a beautiful view from my kitchen window. Inspiration followed, a good day to make a dumping soup with all the scraggly veggies in my fridge. Now the refrigerator is ready for fresh veggies just in time for Christmas cooking, and I have a hearty pot of soup to bolster me on this chilly day.
A big thank you goes out to my daughter. She braved the cold and took these photos for me.
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Pithy Ponderings 