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I may not know everything you are going through right now and that’s okay. I can however share how I am. We tend to seek out a fix during times of struggle to ease the chaos and fear. So my God given message will now be shared.
“Every second, minute and moment…one step at a time. Remember God, Trust God…He is in control and so able!”
Taking one second, minute and moment at a time I have had to remember this previous statement. In the little and big things…everything. There have been many changes that have I, and those around me, have endured and are still walking through. “Whee! What a roller coaster!” Don’t worry…I will not bore you with ins and outs, details left for a later time, instead I will just try and bring a smile to your day.
I’m sitting here today simply sipping my fancy healthy smoothie. “Yikes, I am making my own smoothies!” Life is completely different from when I last posted. I am working a real job and I am attempting to find a new balance to my existence. The very thought of getting up and ready for work and then coming home to different dynamics has been a heart changing experience. I have become accustomed to pulling the proverbial rabbit out of a hat that I can’t find. It is reassuring to know that life is not orderly but filled with layers of inconsistency. Life is not to be set in stone otherwise we are living in a sad venue of complacency. It is filled with possibilities and change that need to be faced with discernment. Face every day as a new and exciting journey…and look for things, “big or small”, that surprise you and put that smile in your day. In doing this you will always put a contagious smile in the hearts of those around you.
How to succeed in this type of lifestyle
#1 Find that reason to smile, laugh…find joy!
#2 Realize that I am not in control!
#3 Prayers are heard!
#4 Singing really silences chaos!
So the concept to bring a smile to your day is this.
#4 Singing while doing anything…”In your head is fine too”…while vacuuming in true Mrs. Doubtfire style. Think about it. You know the scene. Just google it…smiling yet? I am just thinking of the scene. The serene place where we are freely doing something with fierceness with no fear of anything or anyone seeing us.
I am looking forward to writing again. I have missed this and you! Please feel free to send your smiles…in pictures or events. Let’s share with each other! Who knows I could share your smile with someone who needs something positive in a world of negative.
“Pray big and worry small”
I am sitting here watching the movie that inspired my “blogging endeavor”.
Julie & Julia…one of my favorite movies about two of my favorite things. Cooking and friends.
As Amy Adams character begins her blog she feels a emptiness that the words that pour out her into her blog fall into the undiscovered-vast-expanse of the deepening internet reality. “I have felt like that…have you?”
The pure love of food and sharing it with those closest to you…what would you serve?
Julie is up to the Lobster Thermadore ( forgive the spelling if incorrect!) “Lobster Killer!”
I laughed so hard when the lid rises, as if the lobsters are working together to escape the “Lobster Killer”, and Julie goes running into the other room! “Between you and me…I have no room to talk…I have never cooked a whole lobster!”
I remember going to Seattle, with my hubby, to celebrate our anniversary and having this incredible entree called “Steak Oscar”. Cheese, artichokes and crab mixed into a lovely tasty topping for my filet. Melt in your mouth good! Some might say better than ________!
“You can put whatever you would like to put in the blank…hehe!”
I had to attempt the delectable mixture at home. “Success!”. Reality does tend to enter our existence on a daily basis. Meltdowns occur, recipes burn, dishes explode all over the kitchen. “15 second rule!” Julia said to never apologize if it doesn’t look right…it’s always the way it’s supposed to be! Silly me…I still apologize! Perhaps I am more The Pioneer Woman instead of Julia Childs.
I guess it is a good thing my hubby likes my creativity! What is your favorite dish?
Life is a great cup of coffee and a box of dark chocolate!
Some of the dearest memories, I have from school, are the shelves of books that lined the wall of the classroom under the windows. There were collections of biographies and a large collection of the Classics. You know the ones… Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Journey to the Center of the Earth…the list could go on! Now days the typical classroom does not have this large reading treasure trove instead they have Diary of a Wimpy Kid and every book written about a mouse and his motorcycle. What About the Classics?
This has been a burning question recently. My youngest continues to ask me if I have read certain books. I love to read and he knows this…but the titles are books that have been written in the past 10-12 years and well…I don’t read baby books! I have tried to explain to him the fact that these books were not written when I was little. When I was his age I was reading The Classics! I start telling him about the wonderful and exciting adventures I had while reading them and the dreams that came from these great books. I told him…Journey to the Center of the Earth is one of my favorites and the dreams I had…”Oh, I saw that movie! You got to watch DVDs in school?”.
After he got over the shock that we did not have DVDs when I was in school I told him these books were written before there was television. Then he tore into a discussion about no television.
My question is: If these children are not encouraged to read these great masterpieces then how will they find their adventurous spirit? How will they find the passion to question the extraordinary and use their imaginations? What About the Classics?
The relationships formed and alliances made between characters as they were forced to make life and death decisions gave us hope. Hope that if they could find a way in a tough situation we could find a way. The times I escaped to Oz with all it colorful creatures and fantastic scenery…the unique plant life in the middle Earth that stood high above the characters…wonderful memories that filled my childhood.
How big can your imagination grow in a book with 50 pages…where the only dilemma is limited to one day at school! Our children have lost the desire to explore and fight giant octopi or build a raft and sail the Mississippi, or find the buried treasure while fighting pirates? Do they realize the joys they have missed not learning to fly with Peter Pan?
Before I could read these fantastic works of art my mother introduced a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson to me when I had the chicken pox. It was called “The Land of Counterpane“
When I was sick and lay a-bed
I had two pillows at my head
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of Counterpane.
What child could not dream with a poem like this as a foundation. I read it to my older boys and the battles the army men would have with the Teenage Mutant Turtles was truly Epic! The reading assignments given to our children today are not using these treasures. Very few of the assignments call for biographical reading. How do we learn about the great men and women who shaped our world? There is no way to understand where we came from if they don’t read about these great people and their lives.
I will just keep trying to introduce my youngest to this world from home…I can’t wait for him to have an adventure while reading one of these Classics!
As for me…I will step off my Soap Box…sip on my coffee and fall back into Victorian England. Time for some Jane Austen! What? Don’t you like to dream? Have a great day…and enjoy that lovely cup of coffee!
It had been a very long morning of practices that ended after 1:00. I had gotten home to find my check had come and rushed off to the bank. My youngest and I spent the rest of the day getting the espresso beans ground, a stop at the Nail Salon, then off to the grocery store. We were finishing up at the store when he saw the Muppet Movie was on display for sale. I have to confess, I LOVE the Muppets. We paid for the groceries and darted over to the RedBox. I found the movie and pulled up a promo code off my phone and got the movie. We headed home and put the groceries away and the two us prepared for the movie After a Very Long Day.
What a delight! There were old favorites I could sing along with mixed in with the new songs. The story was very cute. Just as the movie reached the end, in true romantic fashion, there it was. My song filled the screen and the room. “Mahna Mahna”! My 18 year old had watched a little of the movie and said he would bet me I would cry during the movie….and I did! I love this song and sang along through the smiling tears. I called a friend of mine and told her she had to get the movie…just for this song… “I know what she will be doing this week!”
After dinner…bedtime for the youngest…the Blind Side came on. Another of my favorites! I sat back and watched while I waited for my husband to come downstairs. The other boys were not home sooo the TV remote was mine! When my husband finally came down he said “Oh…I have seen this before!” He does not like to watch things more than once…”If that is the case…why does his watch the news channels…all day?” (insert a chuckle)
The next thing I knew he was involved in the movie…we watched the entire movie with interruptions and paused TiVo. I did not nap as usual and when the movie ended it was 11:40. Well worth it!
It was a good day with some not so good things thrown in…but that will be for another day. I headed for bed After a Very Long Day!
Have a wonderful day!
This week has been a blur of movement and activity. Things have been accomplished and others have been added to the growing stack for this next week. Oh the joys of motherhood! For the first time, in my life as a mother, I find that my schedule does not revolve around the boys! WOW! When did this happen? They come and go as they respond to my well wishes for the day. I smile and proceed with my day…the ever present chores…conversations with friends…planning of dinner.
The head count for dinner seems to float between 3-5 instead of the original 6 mouths to feed. Thinking and reacting on my feet with a “shoot from the hip” mentality! Solitary Reflections!
I have been gone several nights, myself, this week. Of course this is due to our Easter Musical practices. Today is the last practice…what will I do next week? “Trio practices!” One of the trios that I am on has been asked to sing at a type of civic meeting. They meet throughout the month and would like to have music as a part of their meetings. This means the learning of new music and practices to organize. But that is next week and I don’t need to worry about that right now. My life is a consistent symphony, of sorts, with dramatic emotional transitions. I find contentment in my small corner of the world.
My grandmother celebrated another birthday yesterday and some members of the family will gather with her today. I wish I could have been able to attend…I did not know about it in time to try and make arrangements. But I do have practice today! I will miss spending this special day with my grandmother. She is in her mid-nineties and may not even know I am not there. I still miss her! She is one of my greatest inspirations and examples in my life. Her grace and wisdom overflowed into my life and for this I will be eternally thankful. I find myself thinking of her as statements and movements surface through me. The simple pleasures in life…beauty in the garden…love of the beach…walking…picnics… We are really alike in so many ways! I miss our talks and time together!
This next week begins a flurry of review for my youngest. They are getting ready for the series of standardized tests. I put him in a Saturday program to assist in this preparation. The school promptly cancelled one session because of two county-wide required furlough days for teachers. They got Thursday and Friday off and did not want to come back for a 3 hour session on Saturday. Can you really blame them? My son will not be able to attend today’s session because I cannot guarantee the availability of a ride home at the needed time. Sooo…he goes with me!
I was used to taking the boys with me to my extra practices. It was our way of life. It was the way I was raised and what I was used to! I guess I am thankful for the extra practices for the main fact that it gets me out of the house. I find myself a home-body of sorts. Not by choice but by necessity. I have accepted this flaw in my life and even embrace it from time to time. I have been invited to participate in group functions and had to turn them down for several reasons. No one to watch our youngest, economic deficiencies, and the wishes of my husband. I guess I am a unique and complicated person! Everyone else finds a way and seems to do whatever they want to do! They gather at peoples houses and share meals or go out together. I am never invited to those activities. “I resolve to do for my family and be there even when not needed.” Now that is a mouth full!
I have been able to see the change in seasons in dramatic ways this week. If you have watched the news our state reached record high levels in pollen counts this week. With pollen comes new growth…blooms of color and explosions of green fill the landscape. We had some rain which washed some of the yellow haze away…but another burst of spring followed the rain. The fluffy white blossoms have blown away in the breezes, creating a flurry of petals. Green leaves appeared as the trees begin to take on their full refreshed appearance.
It has been a good week all in all. I count myself blessed and look forward to what this next week will bring. You know…grocery shopping, loading and unloading of the groceries, normal daily activities with an assortment of daily challenges to overcome. I am ready! “Are you?”
I look forward to sharing the funny and humorous parts of my life this next week. For now I will close and start getting ready for practice. I will drink in the morning…what I have left of it…as I finish my coffee. I should text a friend of mine to pick up a coffee for me as he goes thought he drive thru at Starbucks. “He owes me!” I will get to see my dearest of friends and spend the good part of the morning with them and most of the day tomorrow. What a way to spend the weekend!
What are your plans for the weekend? Did you have a fulfilling week? Take a moment and consider your Solitary Reflections!
The house is once again silent…the busy mumblings of nonsense have walked out the door towards the bus stop. Every morning is the same…the consistent talking to himself in tones and beeps…”That’s enough” ,”Calm down” are repeated with regularity.
I let so much of this annoying babble “go in one ear and out the other” hoping he will stop on his own. I shake my head and reach for my coffee! Today was better than most days! Some mornings the noise level is excruciating and it is just my youngest. We have tried explaining that most of this is not needed and he should try to focus on controlling himself. I have told him stories about when the boys were all little and how the noise level was quieter than he is all by himself. My words just fall on deaf ears. “Speaking of ears…we had them checked! Perfect hearing!”
I feel like Oliver, cautiously holding my bowl up, Please Sir…Could I Have More?
What I want more of:
When someone asks you to calm down or stop doing something that is consistently bothersome…could you at least try! Respect for your elders was what I was taught as a child. My boys were taught the same thing. My youngest…well I do not know what he was taught before he came to live with us. There is a 7 year window that we really have no clue what his life was like. Situations were documented by case-workers and law-enforcement giving us a peek but nothing else. Eating habits, when he took his first steps, when he started talking are all things we are totally in the dark about. The simple forms of respect are absent! We have tried taking baby steps to bring him up to speed on respecting others and yourself. “Can you say Brick Wall?”.
The typical activity of bringing bugs and collections of lizards indoors is of no concern now. I have not had this issue with this little boy. My mother was gracious when she taught me the importance of fresh air and the poking of holes in the lid of a jar. Out of my four siblings, I was the one who had the nature collections. There was always a jar for my use and a place for my collections set aside “outside”. I collected lizards and rolly-polly bugs…I did let them go! I played with grand-daddy long legs. ( those are the long- legged spiders) I lived in the creek and would build forts in the woods behind out house. I was adventurous when it came to riding my bike and I had the injuries to prove it. “I was the perfect “Tomboy”!
The challenges of raising this unique spirit inspired my creative side. Sadly, the only collecting he does is from the garbage can. Really! The items he treasures make no sense…
His behavior deviates wildly, swinging from concept to concept, as he is shown how to respond and behave. He cannot remember the simplest of instructions. Common sense make no sense to him. Examples:
Norm: You want or need something…just ask!
Child: Take and sometimes hide the evidence.
Norm: Privileges are lost and earned back
Child: Lost the privilege of his computer and TV in bedroom and does not try to earn them back
Norm: Basic manners
Child: none…unless with sarcastic smile
Norm: We do not throw desks and chairs at teachers
Child: Throws desks and chairs at teachers, raises fist and moves to strike. (Yes..he did!)
Are we wrong in our expectations? I do not want a little robot…We want a creative little boy who is able to enjoy life and not destroy the lives of those around him. We understand noises that are related to imagination. Our 18 year old had the best lawn mower and weed-eater sound effects. My favorite was his chainsaw! He would go out into the yard and work…make the noises…and even broke a sweat. He was 3 when he started this! He now works a side job as a landscaper. “Hmm!” The presence of unique sound effects our 18 year old includes into average conversations just flow from his personality. Being a mother, who has been working with children since childhood, I have seen all types of personalities. “Except this personality from our youngest!”
The world does not revolve around you…there are five other people in this house!
Bedtime means bedtime…you need your rest and you get up very early!
Calm down…this does not mean get louder and get into things you have been told to stay out of.
He does not understand consequences and does not see the problem with the way he acts. He thinks the kids at school approve of his actions…sadly he has no real friends. There are a couple that play with him on our street…but he is never invited anywhere and does not ask if someone can come over. My other boys always had friends over…they played and ate…watched movies and ate..they would shoot hoops and eat some more. I miss those days! Most days there were at least 4-5 other boys here. Football games in the front yard were a weekly occurrence. I was everyone’s other mom…but not with this little boy!
He is a very bright mind with inventive and creative tendencies. I want him to be able to roam the neighborhood, with friends, as they play and eat at each other’s houses. As it is he cannot be trusted to cross a street correctly and has not been able to show us he is ready to do this. He gets so scattered and forgets the time…we know that can happen…but every time! He gets turned around and does not know where he is…that worries us! He finally memorized the phone number but still has trouble with the address. A dear friend brought him home from church…my son told him he was going the wrong way…my friend, being who he is, called me and put it on speaker. “Did you move and not tell me?” “Not that I am aware of…why?” “Your son does not know where he is!” He had been with us for two years when this happened. He does not seem to understand the baby steps that need to be respected and understood before he can go, out away from the house, by himself. He will be 12 this summer but acts much younger.
Disclaimer time! I have worked with many different types of children, including special needs, during my teaching years. I grew up believing there was no such thing as a bad child…just misunderstood. I am moderately ADHD and have learned to control myself…for the most part. ( okay, those of you who know me personally, stop laughing and get back in you chairs!)
We have a fun family and love to laugh and joke with each other. Our older sons are liked by their peers and are respected in many differing adult groups. We also set reasonable limits of conduct and behavior.
What are we doing wrong? Is there something that we have not tried that will help us in raising up a strong and respectful young man? I would appreciate any and all feedback! Until then..I will go about my day, enjoy my coffee and try again when he gets home. Guiding and teaching, without his knowledge, in the everyday lessons of life hidden in homework and chores. I hope this has not been to negative…it is easier to smile when I get certain things off my chest. Have a great day…Really!