Category Archives: About Me

by

Saith Me… Missing my kid #1

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.

 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

You are a Mom

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.

 

 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

Saith Me… Thesis Lesson # 11

As much as I dearly love my 97 page thesis, it has become quite tiresome to read it again, and again, and again.

However, on a positive note, the fibro fog with which I so often struggle makes each reading interesting because I quite frequently feel surprised at what I have written.

 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

Saith Me… The true measure of strength.

The true measure of strength is not the ability to climb the mountain and achieve the goal, but the ability to hold onto the dream while moving forward despite the climb.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

Saith Me… Choosing to be Miserable

Interpersonal connections through various modes and methods, specifically during this past two months, have reminded me of the old saying,

“You can please some of the people some of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.”

There is one category starkly missing, some people can never be pleased because they are determined to be miserable.

Regardless of the justifications of misery – temporary or chronic – there is a stark difference between experiencing misery and being miserable.

Wretched, distressful events occur, but it is a choice one makes to become wretchedly distressed by the events. The key factor separating the experience of misery and being miserable is Choice.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

Revelation: Dad is good too.

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.

 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

Utter Relief Wars with Angst of Why

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.

 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . .

FYI: I cannot view, nor do I endorse any of the ads that are shown on my blog.

by

Icy Morning

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.

December 2013

A big thank you goes out to my daughter. She braved the cold and took these photos for me.

.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::

.

::::::::

by

Saith Me… Creative Dreams

I woke up this morning after having a wonderful dream about being creatively crafty – yarn and fabric were magnificently arranged in delightful designs. Now I just need to find the energy to make my dream come true.

IMG_3562

A dream can be just the inspiration and motivation needed to overcome.

Never Stop Dreaming!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

–

* * * * * * * * * * * *

–

* * * * * * *

–

* * *