Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I love America!
I love America! I am proud to be an American! I love what America stands for. I love that I live in a country that cares for its people. I love that America was founded by men who put their trust in God and built a great nation. I love the men, women, and families who have put, and now put, their lives on the line to keep our country free. I love that I can sleep safely each and every night. I love that I can worship the way I choose to worship. I love that every voice has an opportunity to be heard. I love that I have a choice in where I want to live, where I work, who I want to associate with, and how I want to use my spare time. I love that I have roads to drive on, food to shop for, parks to play at, lights to turn on, and dirt to build on. I love that you can always find a friendly face. I love how we fight for other people's freedom. I love how we care for people in other countries. I love that all of us are able to live the American dream as long as we are willing to work hard for it. I love that America has made it possible for people to reach the American dream. I love how there are so many who are willing to serve others in so many different ways and capacities. I love that people who serve, serve, not because they are forced, but because they want to serve. I love how giving and caring Americans are. I love, living in a democracy. I feel so blessed! I love America!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Birthday Blessings!
Yesterday was my 40th birthday. It is hard to believe that I am 40 years old. I am not sure how 40 should feel, but when I was younger, I felt that people who were 40 were somewhat old. Funny, I don't feel old at all.
I cried when 30 came. I hated leaving my wonderful 20's. The 20's, to me, were carefree days, full of spontaneity, laughter, no stress, worry free, fun loving, exciting, anything good etc. To me, turning 30 meant responsibility, time to grow up, plan, schedule, worry, getting older, more responsibility and more planning over and over and over. In other words, not fun!
Turning 40 however, I feel empowered. I feel like I have gained wisdom and maturity. I don't stress or worry over how people see me or what they think of me anymore. I have realized that I can't control really anything and letting go of trying to keep control has made me more relaxed. I love it! I have 2 wonderful girls- a 7 year old who rocks my world, and an 11 year old who continues to figure out where her rock belongs but, is getting closer to figuring it all out. And, I can't forget the man of my dreams. The man who made dinner and did the dishes, got the girls lunches ready yesterday morning (and every morning), who helped with homework, put in a long day at work, took care of the animals and still had time to massage my head and back.
What more could a 40 year old women want? Not much!
I cried when 30 came. I hated leaving my wonderful 20's. The 20's, to me, were carefree days, full of spontaneity, laughter, no stress, worry free, fun loving, exciting, anything good etc. To me, turning 30 meant responsibility, time to grow up, plan, schedule, worry, getting older, more responsibility and more planning over and over and over. In other words, not fun!
Turning 40 however, I feel empowered. I feel like I have gained wisdom and maturity. I don't stress or worry over how people see me or what they think of me anymore. I have realized that I can't control really anything and letting go of trying to keep control has made me more relaxed. I love it! I have 2 wonderful girls- a 7 year old who rocks my world, and an 11 year old who continues to figure out where her rock belongs but, is getting closer to figuring it all out. And, I can't forget the man of my dreams. The man who made dinner and did the dishes, got the girls lunches ready yesterday morning (and every morning), who helped with homework, put in a long day at work, took care of the animals and still had time to massage my head and back.
What more could a 40 year old women want? Not much!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Mommy Modes
So......... I lose it sometimes. Yes, I can lose it really big. I become very irrational and do crazy things. The other day as we were driving home from school my daughter LuLu was telling me about how her teacher had mummified a Cornish Game hen last school year and wanted this years class to see the results. After finding the buried box, the class opened it to reveal a horrible stench. To satisfy my curiosity of the whole event, and also to encourage LuLu to continue, I had asked if the chicken had been preserved. To this question came a question, "What does preserved mean?"
Immediately frustration set in, and I started to become irrational. Now, let me explain, LuLu and I have spent time discussing the Egyptian mummies and all of those details for her Social Studies unit. I had also just recently preserved peaches discussing the term preserved. So, I couldn't resist turning into the "I told you before-Mommy" mode, and "How could you have forgotten-Mommy" mode. Believe me, it wasn't pretty. After trying to probe and give clues such as "think of the context" and "remember the peaches, mummies, how did the hen look?" etc. still, not a clue. Thoughts of- Why do I work so hard?!! and How are we going to survive 7th grade? started to set in and make me even crazier. So, in my irrational state, I told my younger daughter MyMy that I would drive to the bank, right then, and give her $100.00 if she could tell me the definition of preserved after hearing our car conversation. (LOST IT!!!!!!!!!) I was so sure that she would know. She sort of had the correct idea by saying that it had to do with what it looked like then, and how it looks now. Close. I wanted her to be more specific. She wasn't able to. Not her fault, she is only 7 years old. Anyway, she didn't get the money. She began to cry thinking she really messed up. LuLu was also crying. What a disaster!
What started as a great conversation turned ugly because "Crazy Mom" stepped in. I am sure LuLu is wondering if she should ever have another conversation with her mother again. I hope so. In the meantime, I am back and working hard to once again become the "I am so Happy you are my daughter- Mommy" mode. Good Luck!
Immediately frustration set in, and I started to become irrational. Now, let me explain, LuLu and I have spent time discussing the Egyptian mummies and all of those details for her Social Studies unit. I had also just recently preserved peaches discussing the term preserved. So, I couldn't resist turning into the "I told you before-Mommy" mode, and "How could you have forgotten-Mommy" mode. Believe me, it wasn't pretty. After trying to probe and give clues such as "think of the context" and "remember the peaches, mummies, how did the hen look?" etc. still, not a clue. Thoughts of- Why do I work so hard?!! and How are we going to survive 7th grade? started to set in and make me even crazier. So, in my irrational state, I told my younger daughter MyMy that I would drive to the bank, right then, and give her $100.00 if she could tell me the definition of preserved after hearing our car conversation. (LOST IT!!!!!!!!!) I was so sure that she would know. She sort of had the correct idea by saying that it had to do with what it looked like then, and how it looks now. Close. I wanted her to be more specific. She wasn't able to. Not her fault, she is only 7 years old. Anyway, she didn't get the money. She began to cry thinking she really messed up. LuLu was also crying. What a disaster!
What started as a great conversation turned ugly because "Crazy Mom" stepped in. I am sure LuLu is wondering if she should ever have another conversation with her mother again. I hope so. In the meantime, I am back and working hard to once again become the "I am so Happy you are my daughter- Mommy" mode. Good Luck!
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