Wednesday, March 5, 2014

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY

"For now we see through a glass, darkly....." this is a Biblical quotation from the beginning of a scripture in 1 Corinthians.  I have always loved how evocative and poetic a phrase it is......simple, perfect, no way to improve on it.  Enough to impress Ingmar Bergman to use it as a movie title, and others to use it as the name of episodic TV, songs, and  seven novels since 1950 published with that same title.

Recently I had a dream that reminded me of the same phrase.  I have long dreamed in Technicolor panoramic dreams.  I won't digress to begin to recount them here.  But my dream was like looking through a lens of a camera into my childhood, like deep within my psyche to retrieve a long lost memory of my youth.  Not one from my cognitive memory, but one from that hazy time before that, when I would have been around four or five.

The dream started out with me in present day, finding an old 8 mm Kodak film canister tucked away into the buffet in my Dad's basement.  I wondered out loud what was on it.  I turned to ask my Mother, and paused as I remembered that she wasn't there to ask any more.  I put it into a magically appearing device (dreams are cool like that) and started watching it.  I was shocked at the clarity of the recording!  It wasn't faded and orange tinged like our old family movies.  It was crisp and clear as High Definition televisions are now.  It was as if I was there IN it, looking out of my eyes viewing myself, not as in a movie, but actually on the scene watching.......invisible.

The scene was a small lake near Cleveland, Ohio.  The lake had a section of sandy shore that faded into marsh lush with tall green grasses and cat tails.  I was there with my cousins Laurie and Debbie and my brother Dave.  Dave and I had on matching orange, brown, yellow and white striped seersucker "sun suits".  His was the boy version with shorts and an overall top with straps that crisscrossed on the back.  Mine was the girly interpretation with ruffles on the bum.  We were giggling and running through the grass towards the water.

My cousins had on their swimsuits and their hair was wet from playing in the water.  I can see their childish faces as clearly as the computer on which I am working.  I was chomping at the bit to get into the water and looked back at my parents………and there they were…….young and laughing with dark brown hair and slim waists.  My Dad standing there with his clip on sunglasses and my Mom with her hair pulled to the side and in a page boy.  It was like a gift!  I was in a photo/movie and got to SEE them again like that.  My dad was carrying a silver Coleman Ice Chest and red plaid Thermos drink dispenser.  Mom had a blanket and my little brother Tom was on her hip.  She called to me, “Wait Sissy, we are going to eat first, you and Davey can go in the water later.”  Davey……I hadn’t heard my brother called that in years, and wondered when we out grew being Davey and Sissy.

Then I saw my Uncle Bob, tall and thin with dark hair and that somewhat sly mischievous smile, and twinkle in his eye as he said, “Hi ya Chucky……..it is about time!”  And my Dad responding with, “Whaddya mean old man?”  My mother used to tell me that when she was in The Rainbow Girls affiliated with the East Glenville Methodist Church in East Cleveland, all the girls knew the Delamater boys.  Bob was the handsome one, and Chucky was the cute one.  As I looked at them, I could see what she meant.

When I saw my little brother Tom, I knew how old I must have been in this scene.  He was just over one year old, so I would have been close to 5 and my brother Dave close to six.  My Mom put “Tommy” down on a blanket and started feeding him watermelon.  My cousins ran up and we all clamored for watermelon.  There is such a wonderful freedom being a kid, in a park, near water and eating watermelon.  Being able to bite into it and let the juice run down your face and arms to your elbows.  The warm sun shining down on your skin, the sweet taste of the watermelon, the sticky juice getting everywhere, yet knowing you can run over to the lake and wash it all off.  Maybe next you could get into a watermelon seed spitting contest…….or fight with the other kids.  Simple, silly fun…….with no electronics involved!  No devices, no chargers, no tweets or texts, no interruptions.
My Brothers and I as children, around the age described.

I looked over at my cousin Laurie and she had short little bangs and was laughing at her little sister Debbie, with her hair in pig tails and eating what looked like a giant piece of watermelon.  Then I saw my Aunt Ethel, young and tan with short blond hair pulled to the side.  There was a certain sophistication of the women of that era, and my Aunt Ethel was no different.  She always had a type of cool elegance about her, a certain confidence that she exuded.  She had it there too, wearing pedal pushers and a crisp white shirt.  I looked over at my Mom, with her long dark hair and pretty white flowered sun dress and noticed her matching earrings and necklace at this picnic at the park.  Pretty young women, mothers and wives that I so wished that I could ask questions and talk about life. 
Next thing I knew, I was in the water splashing with my cousins.  Dave (not ever keen on water) was sitting on the shore with a stick poking into the marshy area.  Tom was up by my parents playing and laughing.  I remember at that moment thinking, “Oh Tom will get such a kick out of seeing this movie”.  It was like an aside to me in my own dream.  Dave called to us to come and look at the frog he found.  We ran over to him, and as I felt that cool silt-y bottom of the lake, I could also smell that mossy, not quite stagnant water scent.  It smells at the same time good and bad, the aroma telling you that something unknown might be lurking below, and the slimy mud enticing you to squish it between your toes!  I marveled at this sensory experience and at the childhood wonder that I felt in looking at the frog.

I looked back at the grownups, they were talking about work and rent and all the boring stuff that grownups always talk about.  I remember thinking that if my grandparents were there, they would also be talking about who was in the hospital and had something taken out of them.  I remember thinking how sad it was that they couldn't do cool fun stuff like us kids…….I was at that moment carefree.  No worries, no stress, blissfully unaware…….it was delicious.

The next vignette was of packing up to go home.  I turned to look back at the lake and saw my Uncle Bob standing there.  I wondered what he was looking at, and then I SAW it, albeit with my grownup eyes.  He was looking at the view and it was amazing.  The early evening sun cast an orange glow in the sky and the green of the grass was stunning against the navy shade of the lake.  Big billowy white clouds were in the sky.  I was at once struck with the intensely overwhelming beauty of the moment!  I turned and looked back at my folks.  My Mom handed my Dad a thermos, his hand touching hers momentarily, and the sweet knowing smile that they exchanged put a smile on my face and tugged at my heart.  My brother Dave was running off ahead and I yelled, “Davey, wait for me, don’t get too far ahead!”

And then, suddenly, I was watching myself play in the living room of our big “double-decker” house on E. 123rd Street in East Cleveland.  The sun was streaming into the dining room and I was playing with toys and watching TV on our very old black and white tube TV with the screen with the rounded edges and big ROUND knobs.  I was wearing a nightgown with a satiny light blue quilted bathrobe.  We always had bathrobes.  I never remember running around with just pajamas, we always wore bathrobes, even in the summer I had a light weight cotton bathrobe, and summer pajamas too.  How had I forgotten that? 

I looked down at myself, lost in playing with my dolls.  “HOUSE” was my favorite thing to play.  I would lose myself in the details of the game, often recruiting my brothers (under protest) to participate in the elaborate scenarios swirling in my brain.  Alas……Tommy was ALWAYS either the baby or the little brother!  And Dave was ALWAYS the Dad or older brother……..but LESLIE – she was without a doubt THE MOM – and running the show!  HA HA!  I saw my light brown hair and short  bangs and thought to myself, “Aww, you pretty little, sweet little thing – I just want to give you a hug.”  So I sat down next to myself and reached out and put my hand on my little girl arm, only to have my little girl arm shake it off and start wiggling around.  She yelled to my Mom………”Mommy, someone is touching me and it gives me the creeps!”  My Mom walked into the room, “lickety split” (one of her favorite sayings, that also described her quick natured ways) in her navy shorts, plaid shirt tied at her waist, hair in pin curls covered by the pink silk scarf that my Dad bought for her on their honeymoon in Niagara Falls and said, “Well come here honey, I will take a look at it.”

And then…….. I woke up…………………

I was, at once, overwhelmed by feelings.  Was it real? Was it a memory?  Was it my imagination?  I felt both happiness and sadness.  I was happy to have been able to go there and sad at missing my Mom, Uncle and Aunt.  Was it a dream, were they there, was I?  I don’t know.  But it was kind of like looking through a glass darkly.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

CHANGES IN ATTITUDE, CHANGES IN LATTITUDE

To be sure, change is certain.  Even if you sit still and don't move for hours, the world will change around you, it is inevitable.  The sun rises and sets, the seasons change, life moves ahead with lots of twists and turns and undulating emotions to go along on the ride.  This is a year of changes for me.  So many changes just in the month of April!  My daughter Emily played the role of Penny in her high school's production of Hairspray, and I did the costuming.  My granddaughter Quinn lost her first tooth!  Emily went to senior prom, and my niece got married. 

      
 

Today my two one year old "baby" kitties, Pistachio and Spumoni went to the vet to get "snipped".  It had to get done, it is the responsible pet owner thing to do.......but I still have to admit I felt a little tug on my heart strings as I saw them go off to a new fate.  They will come home wobbly and groggy.  It will probably take a few days for them to get used to the change.....and life will go on. 
Another big change coming up is that I will be getting another grand child in just about eight weeks!  My son and his fiancee are having their second child, and it will be a little girl.  I am so excited to meet her!  Then I will be the mother of three and the grandmother of three.

I will be turning 60 in August!!  SIXTY!??  WHAT?  How can that be?  Where did the time go?  I am NOT ready to be 60 -- that means that I'll be 70 in only ten years!  I'm still not sure what I am going to be when I grown up!!  How did this happen, when did a 30 year mortgage become improbable?!!  Does everyone feel this way?  Sure I am a bit more "creaky and crinkly" than I used to be, and I can't heave a 50 pound bag of animal feed over my shoulder any more........or lift a bale of hay.......or climb very far up a ladder.......oh....um.....but still where did the time go?

My daughter Emily also has to declare a college today.  Wow........that is a big one.  I think that she is going to chose the school that is 350 miles from home, near the Bay Area.  Still on the West Coast -- but a big move for sure!! My last birdie to leave the nest.  I am sure that we both have our own feelings of excitement and anxiety about this.  Hers centered around leaving home and embarking on a new life full of adventures and life lessons.  My feelings....hmmm.

I won't kid you.......I am scared spitless!  I have been a single Mom for so long that it has become my identity.  Oh I have had my "brilliant careers", but the one thing that I have been for 33 years is a Mom.  My husbands came and went.....but I kept the home fires burning.  I embraced my Mom-hood.  I did the birthday parties, Halloweens, Thanksgivings.  I was the Santa, tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny with aplomb!  I reveled in it.  I was every officer of the PTA, sold thousands of dollars of fundraiser items, parked cars for rose parades, baked cookies for bake sales, organized teacher appreciation meals, and made hundreds of pot luck dishes.  I was also a Girl Scout Troop Leader for five years and sold cookies in front of grocery stores, thought of new and fun ideas for meetings, organized camp-outs, field trips and parties. I drove kids to soccer, basketball, piano, guitar, dance, acting and horseback riding lessons.  My house has been the site of many sleepovers, lots of laughter and silliness.  I have loved being a Mom with the ups and downs, hugs and tears. 

I have been a second Mom to a lot of other kids too, my nieces and nephews, my kids best friends -- I am that "Mom that talks to kids" -- sometimes (I'm sure) to my kids own chagrin!  I have always talked to children like I am interested and that I think that they have something important to say.  I have listened to.  You would be surprised some of the things I have heard. You have to pick your fights in this job, and recognize your boundaries -- but I have listened.....and I have learned.  

I haven't, however, made much of a life for myself.  Ahhh.....I have been a little busy.  So with trepidation I am looking to my future -- knowing that by the end of the summer I will be ALONE.
There, I said it.  Oh, my daughter Emily has had a very busy social life the last couple of years,  but up until 14 months ago, there were seven of us living here. My older kids and their kids moved out and then it has been me and Emily.  I have had to learn to keep busy......but this will be different.  There won't be the giggling girls coming in after a night out, or the boys clomping up and down the front stairs.  I haven't the faintest idea how to cook for one, or what to do with the rooms, or the yards, or the silence.  I don't have a developed circle of friends around me any more.  I'm not even sure what grown ups talk about!  HA! 
KIDS -- they come into your life.....take it by storm.....and just when you've got the hang of making room for them..........they go.  And now I guess that I am supposed to adapt.  Whew.....a pretty big order that is for sure.  It will be a new challenge......I am all most sure I will start to talk to myself (a nod to you Uncle Jim) -- or get more animals......they are good listeners.  I am blessed to have my older kids and grandchildren nearby, and I am fortunate, and very happy for that.  Otherwise?  I guess this will be the beginning of "Grandma Leslie's BIG ADVENTURE".  I will keep you posted!

To quote Jimmy Buffet in his song:

"It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane."


 

Thursday, April 25, 2013

CONSIDERING THE SOURCE


I don't normally get political on this page -- but I saw this story today and it just breaks my heart.  A garment factory in Bangladesh COLLAPSED, killing 123 people.  ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE PEOPLE -- those are the dead, not mention of the injured!  Friends -- our belief that we in this country deserve "lower prices overall" feeds the beast of the system that creates and supports substandard work conditions in third world countries.  We as a country full of consumers need to THINK ABOUT THE SOURCE!!!!  Where do our clothes come from?  Where does the fabric come from?  How can a dress cost $20?  Who is slaving away in substandard conditions so we can have CHEAP STUFF?

How is the loss of 123 lives in Bangladesh any less tragic than the loss of 3 in Boston?  We live in an era of commercial terrorism!  The sad thing is that most of us "prefer" not to think of this or our entitled attitudes about "getting a great deal".  Please -- I am asking you to think about the karmic cost of our collective greed. What is the COST of the PRICE of our CLOTHES, ELECTRONICS not to mention OUR FOOD? 

I'm not professing to have all the answers.  Shoot -- I know how it feels to be broke!  I have never lived on as little money as I have since starting the artistic dream of having my own design studio.  People will pay crazy amounts for all types of things -- but are somehow outraged at the idea of paying $18 an hour for someone to custom make, alter or repair a one of a kind couture item to someone with 30 years and thousands of hours of experience!!  Go figure!!

But I do have an amazing appreciation for art, artists, creativity, handwork and quality craftsmanship.  Sometimes the beauty of it brings me to tears when I see it.  The fact that someone lovingly put HOURS of their life into the design and creating of an item overwhelms me.  THAT is something we ALL CAN DO.  We can stop and take the time to appreciate every item we purchase.  

We can become MINDFUL consumers.  Mindful of the skill, the time, the hard work.  Mindful of the art, the design, whether we be at a local art fair, small retailer, or farmer's market.  Gratitude and mindfulness can change a lot when it motivates our spending.  

So PLEASE -- shop local.  Buy handmade, homegrown -- think about the source.  Purchase less volume of cheap stuff and more individually well made, well grown things.  Slow down, appreciate what you spend and what you purchase.  I can't help but think that collectively we can become a part of making the world a better place.  

Thank you for your time.

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Saturday, October 8, 2011

"Grandma" -- What's In that name?

Thirty two years ago today, I became a mother.  The birthdays of all three of my children were special in so many ways and I don't have a favorite birth day.  My son's birth was the first.  Growing up, my favorite thing was to play was house, and I was always the Mommy.  I loved baby dolls and as I grew up, I loved babies.  When I was eleven and twelve, I REALLY wanted my parents to have another baby.  Instead I learned to babysit and volunteered to hold and play with babies when we went to church.  When I turned 26 and had my first baby -- it was a dream come true!  Three years later, I was blessed with a daughter.  The difference between having a boy and a girl was surprising to me.  She was dainty, he a chunk, she was fussy and he was as mellow as he could be.  Twelve years later my youngest came along, and it was a wonderful gift to be a new mommy again.  The only training for being a Mom IS "on the job".  I had read books and taken classes and babysat, but the first day of being a Mom is the first day on the job.

It is an ever changing job too, never the same day twice.  Adaptability is REQUIRED, patience desired.  You have to be a caretaker, a nurse, a cook, a teacher, a playmate, a coach, and an authority figure in a differing way every day, and every year. By the time you get the hang of it, and get good at it.......they are grown up and wanting you to stay out of their lives!!!

Just when you think you understand the job, the description changes!  Often what happens next is your children become parents and you find yourself with a new position with only "on the job training"....a GRANDMA.  Of course at that point, your kids are consumed with being parents, and know you only as Mom. I guess they kinda expect you to know how to magically be a grandma.

Being a Grandma is wonderful, and it is a slippery slope!! You're not the Mom, only sort of.......like a substitute teacher minding the class.  The main difference is that the children have major strings attached to your heart.  You delight in their firsts, marvel at their cuteness, worry over their problems and boo-boos like a Mom, yet you aren't!  The hardest part is knowing when to STEP BACK! Sometimes your Mom instinct battles to take over, yet you have to put your "skill set" on the shelf and let the new CEO's take over -- and keep your mouth shut too -- even if you think they are making a mistake!

So just when you think you are at the time of your life where you have "worn all of the hats", along comes one of the biggest challenges of them all!  It is a good thing that the pay off is in warm smiles, gleeful greetings, hugs, hand holding -- and if you're super lucky, a sleeping grandchild head on your shoulder, and a "Thanks Mom" from your grown kids.  It is a gift worth waiting.

Monday, August 29, 2011

A New Day.......Morning Musings

I awakened earlier than usual today, in the pre-dawn hours before five.....one of the few times my house is quiet these days.  I blame my early rising on the fact that I spent the bulk of the previous four days in bed!!  Nothing exciting to report however -- I think those days have passed for me!  Unfortunately it was the aftermath of a kidney stone and a subsequent infection. Oh great......now I sound like my grandparents! I remember as a child visiting my grandparents house with my parents and other assorted relatives.  You could be sure that the talk would eventually turn to discussions of who had what surgery or new medical condition. Even at a young age I would marvel at how long they could talk about that subject while they were playing Canasta in a smoky room and drinking their high balls!

I am sitting on my screened in front porch, it is still dark and cool here in CA.  The past few days have been over 103 during the day and humid....for here anyway.  I have developed a deep appreciation for the ceiling fan in my bedroom as it has been my closest comforting companion during this period of extreme heat and ill health.  No need for it now as it has cooled off to a delicious mid 60's temperature -- one of the gifts of living in a desert area in CA, evening and early morning cooling!

I like the sounds of the awakening of a new day. The crickets still chirping their slow song, the hissing of sprinklers timed to come on between 5 -- 6:00 am, the drone of fans and air conditioners trying to cool homes before the onslaught of the day's heat.  There isn't much else moving, a Super Shuttle drove down the street ready to whisk someone to the airport, and my cat coming out to sit with me are the only movements noted.

As the day awakens, so do the noises.  It used to be very quiet where I live here in the "hoo-vills", which was what my oldest daughter's word for the term foothills when she was very young -- long before her first Dr. Seuss story.  I remember hearing the frogs too.  They were extremely loud and part of the night sounds.  I haven't heard them in years.  I guess they have been replaced by the droning of the 210 freeway, some four miles from here.   The semi trucks are very noticeable, far away I can hear a siren.  There used to be a lot of pea hens who would call their woeful morning call of "HALP, HALP", but I haven't heard them for a long time either.

The crickets stopping their chirping caused me to look eastward, and I see that indeed the sky is lightening in that direction, a dog down the street barks as the freeway noise gets louder, I hear the first car on the street start.  My cat is purring next to me and tweaks his ears as we hear the first squawk of a local mockingbird.  Now the 6:00 am chiming of morning mass at the Catholic church are ringing and any minute now I should be hearing the first of the local roosters crow.  Maybe if I am lucky, I will hear the whinnying of the horses from the canyon just north, as they are being turned out for a morning feed or ride.

By 6:15 am, the chirping of the crickets has been completely replaced by the chirping of the crows, sparrows, wrens and the cry of a lone chicken hawk.  The dawn has been replaced by early morning light as I take a deep breath of the still cool air, savoring it before the oppressive heat of the day kicks in.  I smell the faint leftover aromas of Sunday barbecues, and new mown lawns.

The slamming of a screen door snaps me out of my somewhat zen reverie.  The words of a children's show that one of my kids watched race through my mind, "Time to get up, time to get going, gonna start a brand new day....."

There are some things I have to do today, dozens I should do and hundreds of things that I could do.  Not sure yet how many of them I am going to feel "up to", but I surely am grateful for grabbing this morning time that I didn't have to grab.  I could have slept and missed it all! I am very glad I did, as it has been a wonderful gift and reminder of how much we are given every morning.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

A Day Late and A Dollar Short!

My maternal Grandmother's name was Elizabeth Birdella Morris, Bower, Hughes.  She was an amazing, interesting, talented, funny, stubborn, loving, hard working woman.  I was very close to her in the formative first 18 years of my life. One of my favorite things about her were her sayings.  They pop into my mind daily.  This morning's was "A Day Late and A Dollar Short".

I thought of it this morning after having the opportunity to take care of my 8 month old grandson, Charlie.  I am lucky enough to have my adult kids have returned home with their children.  These are tough economic times, that make it necessary to make changes in our lifestyles.  While I am sure that there are times that they long for the privacy of their own places, there are also a lot of great trade offs.  Like the fact that there is all most always an extra pair of arms or two to help out with the little ones, or cooking, or yard work, etc.  Frankly, it will be a pretty lonely day when they all leave.  I think of this often as my youngest is now 16, and chomping at the bit to spread her wings.

I thought about it again this morning while taking care of Charlie.  I was sitting in my room, working on a project and heard him fussing, kinda whining, with that, "I'm bored, get me outta here sound in his voice."
One thing that I learned early on in this living arrangement is: I am NOT the MAMA!  It is hard, but after making it my mantra when my granddaughter was born 3 1/2 years ago, it is easier this time.  When the crying or fuss reaches a certain point with either grandchild, I will, however check in on the situation.  This morning, Charlie's Mama and Daddy were extra tired, so I offered to take him for a while.

It is funny how it all comes back.  First thing, new diaper to replace the soggy one.  Next, play time that involved singing, pat-a-cake (his new favorite), kicking exercise, cross pattern exercise, & "This little piggy".
Then on to breakfast of oatmeal cereal mixed with warm water and baby apricots.  He didn't really want to eat......but I knew he needed to.  So we played eating games, and lo and behold, I got him to eat a half a bowl of cereal.  Knowing he was dry and fed, I cleaned out his play pen and reorganized and assembled all his toys.  He was happy as can be to play while I cleaned up the table, washed a load of dishes and watered the front porch plants.  It took me back to a very distant memory.....I felt focused, and happy......like I was doing what I was meant to do.

And then it hit me........."A Day Late and A Dollar Short"...........this is the job that I was always best suited for, and the one I love the most........a stay at home wife and Mom.  I LOVE the job and am so well suited for it.  I loved summertime with my kids and always felt sad when it was time for the kids to return to school.  I loved family mealtime and making food with my kids.  I love yard work and gardening and sewing and playing with children......and of all the jobs that I have loved......it is the one that I was never able to devote myself to.

I had moments in time.  When my son was a baby, I had three gardens, baked bread every Tuesday, had laundry day, ironed my husband's shirts and even canned.  Somehow, I got swept into the idea that I wasn't "contributing" enough to the family and should be making an income too.  I will never forget the first day that I took him to daycare at 22 months old.  I cried all the way to work.  It always felt wrong for me.

You make yourself do what you think you have to and learn little by little to give up what you want.  A few months after that, I found out that I was pregnant again.  Sure......I was a "modern" woman.  I worked through the entire pregnancy, and because I owned my own business, I returned to work with my newborn in tow when she was 8 days old.  I got up every morning and took care of an infant and a 3 year old and got us  ready for the day.  Took him to preschool, her with me, and worked all day long, returning home between 6 to 7 pm.  "I am Woman, Hear me Roar", or was that "Snore"?  Small wonder that my marriage disintegrated by 1984, when my daughter was 15 months old.

Then I entered the Divorced Mom's world of survival.........just trying to get through the days and weeks and months of keeping your head above water.  Adjusting to the loss of a marriage and family is heartrending, let alone having to do it while trying to be a good parent and negotiate the convoluted road of divorce, visitation and child support.  No one really cares if you aren't well suited for it......it just IS what you have to do, whether you want to or not!  So you try to heal your wounds and limp through it, while most of those around you try not to notice your fresh wounds.

I wish I would have had the voice at the time to shout out, "I AM NOT SUITED FOR THIS.  I AM A GREAT STAY AT HOME MOM AND WANT TO BE THE KIND OF MOM WHO NEEDS TO BE THERE FOR HER KIDS, AND IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, THEN YOU HAVE TO ALLOW ME TO HAVE WHAT I NEED.  MY KIDS DESERVE THE BEST OF ME, NOT THE SLOPPY SECONDS OF MY ATTENTION, AND YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE THAT AWAY FROM THEM AND ME!!"

Unfortunately, I lost my voice and did what I thought duty required.  I remarried in 1990.  I worked with my husband and when I found out that I was pregnant in 1994, I felt like I had been blessed with a giant "Do Over".  My son was 15 and daughter 12 when the baby was born and I reveled in the wonder of a new baby.   I wanted to revel in the baby mommy job.  The fact that her Daddy was probably the least equipped man EVER to be a father, didn't stop my zeal.  I was finally able to do my favorite job again!  Sure, I had to go to work a few hours a day, but I juggled.....for a while.....until she got too active to take to work and her Dad got frustrated with my inattention to my "real" job. So I returned to work, Emily went to preschool and Kindergarten, and her Dad and I separated.  There was another nasty unhappy divorce and I have had to reinvent myself as a working Mom, and again had to give up my favorite career.

So what does this rant have to do with taking care of Charlie this morning?  I guess while doing it, I realized.....a day late and a dollar short.......that taking care of babies, toddlers, a family and a household is the work of my heart.  I have never been able to "do it all" and frankly I think that concept is mythical -- no one can.  So is there a lesson in all of this?

 To you who are young........CHOOSE WISELY when choosing a mate!  KNOW yourselves.  If you are a family person.......don't even date someone who doesn't want or care about having children!   If you LOVE "home-keeping" (as Martha Stewart calls it), then DISCUSS IT with your partner.  If you want to be a stay at home Mom........STICK TO YOUR GUNS!  Don't ever let anyone make you feel "less than" because you want that career path.

At the same time, if you are a career person....go for it.  But KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.  Learn about yourself as individual women -- NOT what someone else thinks you should be. Be strong, steadfast and careful.  I guess I learned a day late and several dollars short........ and PLEASE, don't do what I did.......do what I say!  : )
 

Friday, December 31, 2010

Never Trust Food That Your Pets Won't Eat!

I know that there are truths that are supposed to be obvious.  The title of my first blog is one of them.  Yet, how often do we disregard this one?  Take margarine for instance.  I stopped using it years ago after I noticed that when I left it out over night on the table, my cats completely ignored it!  Now had it been butter there would be those telltale cat tongue prints all over it!  I remember thinking, what do they know that I don't?

Years later, I thought that I would try one of those popular diet plans where they mail you the food.  You know the one with the celebrity pitch person who may have been on "Dancing With The Stars"?  So I gave it a try.  I stuck to it for a month and I did loose a few pounds......but honestly.....the food was terrible.  It tasted very processed and seasoned and mushy and/or dry.  I was able to convince myself that it wasn't so bad for about 3 weeks.....until I couldn't take it any longer.  So I asked my kids to try some of the "snack" foods.  They couldn't even swallow most of them.  Then they tried to feed some to our omnivorous dog.  The dog REFUSED to eat any of it.  Then we moved on to our pet pot bellied pig and our chickens.  Guess what?  NONE OF THE ANIMALS WOULD EAT ANY OF IT!!  Apparently it was so processed that my animals could not recognize any of it as FOOD!

This lesson was driven home again last night.  My daughter went to a local bakery.  They have some great pies and she bought he favorite, banana cream.  Later after dinner, I thought that I would try a little piece.  The filling was good with lots of bananas, and the crust was good too.  The "whipped cream" on top however had a funny aftertaste.  It felt greasy and I couldn't eat it.  I put some on my finger and offered it to my dog, who sniffed it and walked away.  Then I tried the cat and she did the same!  Once again I thought, should I be eating something that my pets refuse?  I think not.  I'm not saying that I am going to employ a panel of animal food testers to be my royal tasters, but I resolve to refuse to partake of food that my pets won't eat!

So there.....my first solid resolution for 2011.  Don't eat it if it doesn't look good, smell good, taste good and if my dog won't eat it either!