Not sure where that title just came from…just started typing it.
So I guess I will blog on about my good fortune. I am alive. I am somewhat healthy. I am married. I have children. I can occasionally muster a smile at myself in the mirror. I am alive.
I am also surrounded by many people who love me and adore me.
Maybe I am thinking all this after visiting with my beautiful 94 year old Grandmother today.
SHE has good fortune. Merely for the fact that she can say she lived 94 years…what a gift.
She has always been beautiful, and fun and silly, and loved to have a good time.
She is in the end stages of dementia or Alzheimer’s…not sure which…neither good.
But since it began to get progressively worse, I repeated these words countless times to anyone who would listen…
My grandmother has even more good fortune than SHE realizes…
Because she is BLISSFULLY UNAWARE.
She has never smiled so much as she has in the last few years. She can doze off or look around the room and gaze up at the same person, and it is as if she never saw this person, but still greets them with a beaming smile and a “come over here and give me a hug” gesture…
She is still her blissfully unaware self, but cannot make sentences and forgets most words…but still always smiling.
I love these visits with her, and pray I am blessed with such good fortune someday…to have produced a small army of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. To have been married only once to the love of her life. To still be stylish, and laugh and hug and say the most important words to her family as she grabs them tight in her arms…“I love you so much”…one of her only full sentences anymore…but that is MY good fortune…that she can tell me this…that she can tell my children this.
I am hopefully in the midst of building a life like Grandma did…
An adoring husband, who works hard and loves his family.
A growing business with more and more success each day.
Children and family that stand by me no matter what, good days and bad.
This is my good fortune…guess I had to write it down, to realize this…when and if I am so lucky to sit with my Grandmother again in the near future, I will tell her this…
That I love her and she is the luckiest woman I know…
I am a Mother of six.
I carried five, gave birth to four, and love one unconditionally as one of my own.
I am not perfect.
I am, on most days, a scarred and bitter person. I can hide it well…sometimes.
But on this very day, all that matters, is that I am a Mother.
I feel urged to write this to a younger confused generation, with too much information at their fingertips, not enough social interactions, and way too many emotions pent up that seem to bring anger and resentment to the world around them…
And not enough hugs.
We had dinner the other night with some family, and ended it with me bringing up the “Twenty Second Rule” of hugs…which gloriously ended in enough hugs to make all of us leave the restaurant with content bellies and warm hearts with big smiles on our faces…
Because it works.
But is not happening enough anymore in our world…we are all guilty of too much “me” time…maybe grabbing some extra Facebook time, or binging on a favorite t.v. series, or spa and gym days…
Don’t get me wrong, these are all essential for us to stay mentally healthy and balanced within ourselves…but some days, we may overlook something…our duties as parents…we need to put our needs aside for even just twenty seconds…
I challenge you…PLEASE…go to your child right now and tap them on the shoulder, as they are staring at a cellphone, t.v. or laptop screen….and jolt them out of this…
Tell them you need to talk. As they rise to go to talk with you, take them in your arms and hold them…for twenty seconds…or more…then tell them you are sorry…that no job, or t.v. show or phone call is more important than this…holding this child in your arms and remembering all those moments that brought you here…tell them you love them, and that they can tell you anything, no matter what…
Mothers…we come in all shapes and sizes, colors, genders and no matter what..our babies need us. Our duty is to them right now, and forever…
Today is a day for our children to celebrate us, but without them, there would be nothing to celebrate…So grab your babies/toddlers/teens/grown children/fur babies and tell them you love them and start squeezing.
Twenty second hugs are good enough.
I am not exactly sure what this means in the computer world, but I know it is very similar to how I am feeling this week.
Not sure why I am feeling this way, possibly because there is SO much going on right now, that I have shut down.
I tried to shut it down yesterday. Needed a RESTART button. I felt like I had to force myself to be happy when I woke up yesterday.
I did try.
And then I crumbled. I cried.
And cried some more. I don’t think I have cried that much in a while.
Then I just felt numb…
Blank. Void. Empty.
I thought maybe I should try to blog it out…get it all out in verbal diarrhea. But in the blankness, I felt like I have been failing at blogging as well…so why bother.
Woe is me…
I wanted to kick myself in the shins and tell myself to buck up. But I couldn’t. I needed to get it out. I haven’t felt that out of control of my feelings in a while…I would try to go about my day, so I didn’t keep upsetting the little ones…and the big kids too. They were great and supportive but it brought them down too. It wasn’t fair.
But I had to.
There truly is so much going on right now, that I think I had been holding it all back for so long, that it erupted like a volcano. Oozing tears and sobs all day long.
I am okay now.
I needed those tears to wash away all of the stress and denial that I had been avoiding…the reality.
Life has been changing in this house at warp speed…high school graduations, college plans for two teens, countless summer jobs and schedules, sickness, cancer, family struggles, a growing business…it might seem petty compared to other problems that people are facing, but it hit me hard…all of us. But I guess, me being the most emotional in the house, I sucked it all up for the team.
I cried a little a graduation on Monday night, but it really and truly didn’t hit me until yesterday.
How different our lives will be in a few short weeks…forever.
The biggest blow has been with my in-laws…I came to realize how much I took them for granted…babysitting our kids at the drop of a hat…showing up for any and all things family-related…stepping in with preparations for parties days before and making food and treats for all occasions…and just simply always loving us unconditionally.
I have always known they love us and support us unconditionally, but not as much as until yesterday…maybe it is because I felt like I needed them right now…but they cannot be here. They just can’t. I wouldn’t dare ask them.
They have more important challenges right now, and a long road ahead…
My whining about all this despair and misery pales in comparison to what they are dealing with right now…shame on me.
But I had to.
I will not allow myself to feel guilty about this anymore…I had to find clarity and wash away all the confusion and muck in my brain.
I did it.
I woke up today feeling better…not great, but manageable. I am putting my best foot forward. I recharged my batteries on the beach today with my little ones, with the glorious sun blazing and a light ocean breeze keeping us cool…
I am not blank anymore…
I am blessed.
My eight year old daughter loves to do cartwheels.
I remember loving to do them as well when I was young. We spent countless hours outside riding bikes, making mud pies, doing cartwheels.
My little girl has finally mastered the cartwheel. After years of trying, and falling on her bottom, she can do it with ease…not always gracefully, but with confidence.
On Mother’s Day, I decided to show off to my little girl…and attempt a cartwheel…I have not stood in position to do this in probably thirty years…I was excited…adrenaline pumping!
I did it!
And then did it again!
With my new found healthy outlook, I thought it was something I could do again…or not.
I pulled something in the back of my leg and I am still feeling it today.
I posted something on Facebook about my silly attempt and found words of encouragement…”If a 40 something mom can still do a cartwheel- flip away!!”… if a woman my age can still do a cartwheel, then that is an accomplishment!
Me being a pessimist, didn’t see it that way…
But things change. I was very wrong. If I can do a cartwheel with my own two legs…If I can be outside in the sunshine and running around with my kids on a beautiful Mother’s Day…If I can break bread with my loved ones and not worry about what I am eating…If I can take the time to sit down and write about trivial things…then I am blessed.
I am lucky to be a Mother…I am fortunate to have found good health again… I am blessed to be able to do a cartwheel.
Many little things and a few BIG things brought me to this moment of clarity…
I take too much for granted.
Even if for just a moment, I can stop and appreciate these little gifts, then it was worth the pulled muscle or indigestion or being frazzled at juggling all the day’s events…
I actually DID a cartwheel again.
Thank you, Marley.
Sorry for being mean.
But my blog is based on karma, so I felt it necessary to say how I feel about something. This something being Utah. Although now that I say it out loud, I fear the outcome.
See, Utah and my family have a strange relationship. Never been there. Not sure I really want to ever go either. But my husband has to travel there at least once a year for business-so he has no choice.
And every time he goes, the shit hits the fan(pardon the language)…and this time I mean that, literally. Almost fifteen years of what I feel as bad luck with Utah. He goes, we stay behind and wait for his return. He goes and has much success, I stay and clean up messes. LOTS of messes.
I have no ill feelings towards Utah in general…just the yin and yang of it all is starting to drive me mad.
But only when he is in Utah, do things really get nutty. Never good stuff. Always frustrating, heartbreaking, nail biting stuff.
I can go as far to say children have been hospitalized, countless illnesses, money woes, family fights, cars breaking down even death…you name it, it has happened.
I say yin and yang when I refer to this trip to Utah, because I am mentally using this to find clarity in all the madness I am dealing with over the past week…doctor’s visits, vomit, diarrhea, countless diapers to change, antifreeze oozing out of my daughter’s car, snow, fevers, and just the daily grind of getting people to and fro…with sick kids in tow and one car down.
With each trip, not just Utah (but especially Utah), I am forced to find my village of people that will stand by me, to help aid in one disaster or another…some days all at once. I have depended on family and some friends each time…for this, I am grateful. It is a running joke in my immediate circle of supporters that my husband “must be in Utah” when things rapidly spiral out of control…and yet it is funny that when he is home, we (me and my tribe and hardworking hubby) are all able to sit around and enjoy a cocktail and laugh at all the bizarre and annoying events during Utah week (and how everyone and everything seem to fall back into place/heal once it is over)…
Poor Salt Lake…I truly do not know you, and I have already passed judgement on you…
I am hoping there is balance at the end of this tunnel that is clogged with crap. My husband is having an extremely successful trip…I know this to be true. With suffering, there will be relief…at some point.
Are there more pressing problems in the world that are bigger than what I am dealing with? Sure. But right now, ok maybe at least last night, I wanted to throw in the towel. I had had enough blows for one week.
But today is a new day, and my husband comes home tomorrow. We can rejoice in his success and celebrate. Then we will- together, attack each challenge and try to move forward.
As corny as it sounds, we need each other. We find balance within ourselves when together…and I guess that is maybe why I had an epiphany while writing this…
I do not hate Utah, I love it. It brings balance to my life…it makes things clear to us as to why we are working so hard to move forward. Appreciating all our hard work-and bad days to be able to love the good ones…
Thank you, Utah…you just made my day.
Kittens nibbling on dry food. A fan spinning. Me typing. The only sounds I hear in my house right now. It is quiet in this house. Too quiet.
I am not accustomed to this lack of sound. I am usually daydreaming about what it is like, while washing dishes or cooking, or attempting to ignore bickering children over a too loud t.v.
It seems peaceful enough. But not sure how much I like it. I have ( scattered and disconnected) lists and ideas in my brain of what life will be like someday when the kids are grown and gone…Complete silence filling the void of giggles/crying/fighting/singing, and messes to be cleaned up (toys, snacks on the carpet or sofa or pans needing to be scrubbed-and mountains of laundry to fold everyday) replaced with…well, I am not so sure.
I guess with all this quiet, I am afraid that I might not really have anything to do…for myself or others. No school/sports schedules to distract me, or errands to run with kids in tow, or endless trips to doctor appointments and the pharmacy for latest virus or bug. As I drive endlessly, and clean and space out while making a meal or folding clothes yet again, I remember the gadzillion things I would LOVE to be doing at this moment, if I just had a free second or hour or day to myself, but like this moment right now as I sit in a quiet house after my amazing husband (see previous Blog) decided to give me some “alone” time after he was away for almost a week, I thankfully had SOMETHING to do other than cleaning… this.
I like this writing business. Not sure if I am very good at it, but it fulfills a need to vent or feel creative while I am shoving a meal in my mouth or having a quick cup of coffee while the kids watch a show or play. Not sure if it will help in the future when those quiet days are everyday vs. an occasional gift…but for now, it helps.
I assume that those quiet days in my future will hopefully be filled with me in a self-discovery time…of hobbies started that I always wanted to try, getting myself in shape and eating well ( even though I am doing that hardcore right now), going back to school, and maybe some pampering…but even after I do all those things, I still come home to this…I am kind of bored/scared of it already but will soak it up, because in about an hour an army of hungry, cranky children will walk through my door with lots of demands and homework and baths to get done…
So I will relish this moment with a purring kitten that is snuggled up now next to me, my feet up, and doing whatever I want after I hit “Publish”…