Walking With my Boy

So, my son decides yesterday to get up really early in the morning with me and walk with me to start the day. He is normally a night person like me and hard to get out of bed, so I was expecting the worst. Instead, he pops right up and is eager to go. Oy. So off we go and I am pleasantly surprised because I generally love walking time to enjoy God’s creation and talk to Him and just be quiet. I thought my chatty son would be a peace deterrent but instead he was pleasingly quiet with the sparce comment here or there. Lovely. So he will be joining me and we have more time together, and I thank God for that. Another happy place. Wonderful. 🙂

United We Are

Let me tell you something. We are all united. We can act like we aren’t, we can get distracted, we can get mired down in details that truly don’t matter, we can be fooled by those who have a vested interest in our division. None of that changes the fact that we are united. I have readers in about 20 different countries and my heart feels good knowing how united and connected we rightfully and truly are. Here is how. We are all made on purpose by God Almighty. We are connected by our beginnings and the fingerprints we all share of God. So, my brothers and sisters, let us not forget our roots, our unity, our connectedness. And you are in my heart. Let us keep the spirit of unity no matter who tries to divide. Let’s not even hear the weasels and just love on each other. We got this. God is still our Father. Love you, precious!

Beautiful Motherhood

Here are the earrings my son bought me with his own money for Mother’s Day. My daughter drew me a picture that I could not get to focus because it was made from several artistic supplies and many things the reflected light weird, but it was beautiful. And my husband bought me two dozen chocolate covered strawberries from Edible Areangements. Now, let me tell you I do not think being a mom is worth celebrating, it is an honor I wear with pride every day since my first day of my first pregnancy. I cherish my role in life as my kids’ mom. I am a mom to many but only a couple came out of me violently. Lol One is in heaven waiting for me. But this day of gifts and honor warms my heart because this day I am shown appreciation for who I am and what I do and I feel very loved. It is nice to be loved. I am loved. Thank you, God, for my family. We made it through rough and smooth and I love our family. 

Mother’s Day Finery

So, we took my Mom out to Golden Corral for lunch last Sunday. It was her idea, because it was less crowded (no line) and she likes very few people around (lol) but likes their variety of foods, and one day is as good as the next to celebrate. And she has never been practical with money (learned that from Daddy lol), but she is practical with things like this. And she is right. What is an arbitrary day to celebrate something that is a part of who I am? Yeah, I know, not a romantic notion, but I am proud of my kids, I know I carried them for 9 hard sickly months each and gave birth without meds (rah!), and they are amazing people so I must have done all right so far despite it all. They both love God, love me and are doing great in school and life. Both are artists like me and both musicians now (piano first with theory then whatever they want). One is great at baseball and basketball now and one loves dance. I feel grateful for the opportunity to be these kids’ mommy. I always wanted to be a mommy and I am so thankful God blessed me with my own children. So one day out of the year to say, “Hey, you’re a mom” is kinda weird really. I am really not all that. I do the best I can but I have screwed up a lot and try not to but probably will again some other way. I fight the same balancing blended families act so many also work on. I try to keep everyone healthy but just got over being sick as a dog for not wearing a mask while scraping popcorn off a ceiling and sanding. In trying to make my kids more n independent, I always wonder if I and ignoring them too much. I teach them laid back and calm by exemplifying that mostly at home but teach them anger by erupting when driving surrounded by “idiot drivers”. So many things I do wrong. My kids see the best and the worst of me. But there is some good there, I hope. And in the end, I pray a lot and trust God will fill in for my deficiencies. And if they want to do something nice for me, that is nice but I would rather they obey. Lol Either way, I’ll take it and keep loving them the best way I can, as my mom did for us and her mom did for them and my Daddy’s mom did for them and my amazing Aunt did for them. I really had incredible role models of motherhood. I just hope the good parts carry forward. 🙂 Happy Mommy’s Day!!!!!!!! 🙂

A Walk Through Pictures

I take a lot of pictures. Partly because I am an artist and extremely visual and partly because I have a horrible memory about specifics sometimes and like to have the pic to remind me of the details. It jogs the memory. And being so visual, it takes me to the very spot again and I can relive it in my mind. And as I went through so many beautiful pictures of so many varied events, from family vacations to my kids’ endeavors to my band family and gigs to my Daddy in various stages of decline to nature around us which is amazing to home improvements and so many things. I love to think back. Some things seem like they happened yesterday and some things hard to believe happened. I vaguely remember the year leading up to and after my Daddy’s death, so much was going on. I think what a blessing it was to have the band’s and gigs then for a creative outlet while caretaking and the slow plague of dementia. And now both bands are so different, one we have moved on from and one we are reworking and taking a break from. A pantry lives and breathes where there was a blank slate. Other major house changes are here now. People have moved out of and into our lives. We have traveled and relaxed in some beautiful places. And I see and remember. And I am super super blessed by it all. I feel so blessed to have been a part of so many great things, a part of my good family, a part of other people’s lives. We are so very blessed!

Teaching Children

The best teachers in a child’s life are always the parents. That is always true. We model what they will automatically replicate in their own lives. Our moral character is their moral compass and what they will do. Their tendencies arise from our tendencies mixed with their personalities. Their willingness to lie and steal and cheat will be determined in largest part by our willingness to do so. Of course, we all have a propensity to do wrong and pride is present to fight against our teachability. So there is that. But largely, we provide their role model and they will be like us, for better or worse. Just a reminder that what we do and say matters and will be seen in our children. Even crazy peers cannot change our kids without their and ultimately our permission. So be who you want them to be and if they are not, check yourself out first. This is good news because as I draw closer to God, so do they so I can lead them to greatness in love by example. Such an opportunity!!

A Friend Suffers so I Suffer

My band family sister is a beautiful woman, loving and kind, an amazing hostess and loving friend. She has suffered with leukemia for some time and now is going to go through chemo. Our band family is hurting because she is hurting and we are praying for her healing and no pain to plague her. We are praying in earnest for when my friend/adopted family suffers, I suffer and when I suffer, I will 100% of the time, as I have always done when I have sufferred, will be exhaustively in prayer. It is my go to. When I hurt (or any time really) I pray. I go to the Great Physician God my Father for illnesses to leave. I heal through God because I have faith that He heals and know full well He does and wants to. I pray when I suffer so here I will be praying. We will pray during school, for every meal and in conversations in between. God knows and cares but responds to faith because of His goodness and not because of me. I love her and so does God so I will pray. I will also cook for her and clean if she will let me and do whatever else I can but I pray for those I love, knowing it is the very best most powerful and most effective thing I can do. I am just a little girl but God is enormous and powerful and has proved His love to me over and over and over. I count on His love. Sometimes it is all I have. And I have His love and fight for those I love. God is so very good!!!!