Friday, December 31, 2010
Happy New Year! And may each and every day of this year and those that follow be made up of steps towards positive change.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I'm asked a lot about the cover to Forever Yours. Why so plain... Shouldn't you put a haunted house on it, a ghost at least. Covers sell. Sell, sell, sell.
Maybe I should ask Bruce Willis if he wouldn't mind being plastered on the cover. Better yet, perhaps he would be free to star in the movie as Charles Boss. After all, after Sixth Sense, he should be very good at being a dead person.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Truthfully, I love being out in the quiet and the cold. Armed with my old lady shovel, I enjoy the stillness; as the shovel sings along the driveway. Pushing its payload before it.
Yes, we have places to be today -- friendly cats to feed. But all appointments and meetings can be canceled due to travel conditions and with the weather in mind, yesterday, our friends were left with brimming bowls of kibble and water and clean litter.
Today we will enjoy the gift of being contained. Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
My littlest one, surprised me so, with her openhearted generosity. Remember that beautiful stained glass window she worked on?
Well, she told me it was for her sister, but truthfully she made it for me. And told me yesterday she felt guilty when I would help her, as it was her intention to give it to me all along. WOW! I am humbled by her act of kindness.
To her oldest sister, she gave her a pair of earrings. They were a pair the little one picked up somewhere along her little life's journey. She doesn't have pierced ears, yet, but she liked them. And now they belong to her sister, who wore them proudly all day yesterday.
And last week The Giver was all about salt dough. Making, baking and coloring. Then extra packages appeared under the tree; all on their own. She gave this creation to her other sister.
her giving is the best Christmas gift of all.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Presents opened by 5... coffee on, fruitcake and rhubarb coffee cake cut... smiles all around...
The little one says, "Hey, we forgot about the baby Jesus." (Placing him in the creche.)
Papa's reply, "Don't worry, he wasn't born until 11:30."
ps Momma got a new flash for her camera.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
In the movie, The Christmas Shoes, the mom tells her son she will be forever in his heart. Likewise, I find that when a gathering includes the food and the dishes of loved ones, still with us and those departed, that those people, though not physically at our table, share in our meal, by being in our hearts.
And if those gathered to us could speak, would they ask that question immortalized in the movie, Field of Dreams, "Is this heaven?"
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I love it when their little legs look like twigs as they toddle around. I love those tiny arms that reach up to hold you, and the eyes that say I love you, even through the tears.
I love it when they finish my sentence, "I love you so much, I could squeeze you like a..." tube of tooth paste. Or "I love you more than" and they finish it off with, "life itself." They do that for a very longtime.
I love it when they start walking to school by themselves. Though I miss holding their hands, and wish for the olden days. And when they miraculously can do their homework on their own. What ever happened to needing mommy to "do" math? I miss it. But they grow up.
I love it when they are in high school; but it's heart felt. For the struggles of tougher course loads and social infrastructures are hard to watch as a mom. And this age, requires a complete a total change in communication. In elementary school a glob of paint smeared on paper, the masterpiece, is hung up and displayed until the tape dries and the piece falls to the floor. At which point the work is placed in a scrape book for eternity.
In high school, the emperor has no clothes. A big smile and a piece of tape doesn't make a masterpiece. Acknowledgment does.
For example, a text arrives: bio 77.
The text goes out: R u ok
The response: Thought i did better (Student has a full keyboard. Mother doesn't.)
Mom: Wht could u hv done dffrnt
Student: Reread my notes
Mom: Nxt time Love Mom
Student: Love you too.
Or this timely exchange:
Student: (SAT score typed in here.)
Mom: How r u
Student: K I wanted higher
Mom: last scores
Mom: So u r disappointed.
Mom: Bt u did bttr - not what u wanted bt bttr
Mom: Love u Call me
Student: TTYL Love you too
For I have texted for hours having indepth conversations, but why -- when talking works so much better. For a young adult, I love the honesty found in communication. I love saying, "Yes, you are upset, and have every right to be upset, but only you can make a change in you." And I love watching the changes being made. I love watching that tree of integrity spread out its branches. I love how they take ownership of their circumstances, saying, "I did it," when the it is not good. No more childlike pushing blame elsewhere. My mom job is done.
Though right now, I am not loving the idea of going to college. Not for them, but for me. They are so ready to go. The not so baby bird, standing on the edge of the nest: ready. And I'm asking, "Can I have a sleepover?" And my emperor keeps answering, "No."
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
From the moment of the first note to the last rolling round of applause, I had tears brimming and sometimes spilling over from my eyes.
The youth received a gift this Advent and they gave it right back to the community. The blessings of the season are upon us.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The ride up to Christmas day can be a bit hectic. Last week I was at one of the many local malls, and parking was no where to be seen. The one store I love to shop year round, because there are never any lines, and the prices are fantastic, was chalk full of customers. The check out lines were wound through the mens department. Crazy...
Not crazy is this year's St. George parish Christmas play -- Baby's First Christmas. Thirty five youth and many helpful parents have been preparing the entire time of Advent, and more, to put on today's 4 PM production. One daughter -- is a pregnant Mrs. Higgins. Another is the Innkeeper. Both have come a long way from sheep and shepherd. For the entire season they have been rehearsing their lines, singing the songs, reviewing stage placement and movements with their fellow cast members. Preparing for today.
And I would wager that today's message is bigger than that of December 25th, Christmas day. Today the lesson of Jesus' birth, our gift, will be presented. For the youth, Advent will end. Their preparation finished.
In a way, it's best. Christmas' religious significance has been teased away from the holiday present hoopla. Today the quieter meaning is presented for all to see, without the burning desire to rip open presents that a wait under the tree. Today is a good day.
Prepare Ye The Way of The Lord.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
It's a question whose purpose is to nudge a person back into reality, when reality gets a bit clouded or distorted. It's a question I have been asking myself lately. To remind myself of what is real and what is not.
We all know what the truth is. But sometimes it takes a little nudge to get reacquainted.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Homework done, sometimes not... teeth and hair brushed, and sometimes not, she would steal away time in our studio (read here: in our dining room) to quietly work on her own.
Last night the two of us put on the channeling. Regardless of the age recommendations on the project -- She did it!
(Picture added later: As it is a Christmas present and she had it all wrapped up. I asked her permission to unwrap it so I could show off her work.)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
See in years past, the calendar was for the children. But this year, my husband included us parents in the candy countdown to Christmas. So, everyday I have been reading those wonderful messages inside the Dove wrappers.
So when my sister in law called and asked, "What do the girls want for Christmas?" my only response to her was "a playdate." That our children never get to spend enough time together -- and why not have them back and forth for sleep overs during Christmas week.
Later in the day when I mentioned that sleepovers would be exchanged rather than presents, there was a bit of a wail that arose from a certain member of my crew. But a quick and gentle reminder on what this season is really about changed their tune.
We are delighted with the prospect of seeing my nieces repeatedly during the week after Christmas. We are looking forward to the fun and the visiting that will ensue. I am giddy with the thought of the oldest ones, on their own, heading out to dinner and a show. They are adults, where has the time gone? I can't wait to have the littler ones together for games and maybe a movie. And maybe all of us will be able to venture down the Cape to see our aunt and uncle for another overnight. This will be the best Christmas ever. Because spending time together is truly the best gift of all.
(It's beginning to look a lot like Thanksgiving...)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
We are not a huge sport house. We don't have Red Sox or Patriots shirts, but there is a home team that is near and dear. I, for one, love my totally worn out Goofy sweatshirt. Worn out to the point of being holey and in need of replacement, but I still wear it. And then there are my sneakers with the Mickey Mouse croc button -- used to fill in the hole made by a backyard campfire ember.
My girls wear Mickey Mouse and Goofy Santa hats. And the middle one just had to have the Mickey Mouse fleece snuggly... you get the picture... but back to the point.
After Mass, the speaker had some CDs, tshirts and hats with the word: Catholic embroidered across the front, for sale. The little one zeroed in on the hats: her favorite color, yellow, was represented and asked, "Can I have it?"
"Sure," was my answer. And an order was placed for one. Her sister heard of the acquisition and then the order was up to two hats, one red an done yellow, and then I thought, why not -- and we acquired three. All the while my thoughts are on our uniform. Will these hats actually get worn?
Will we be just as happy to promote our faith as we promote our love for the Mouse and friends? Is it easier to be Goofy rather than Catholic?
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Last year when I started this pattern I took it step by step. Line by line, reading and following the instructions; never reading ahead. But now that I am half way through the first sleeve, I'm wondering: Just how do you put this thing together?
The directions don't mention that. I have a sleeve and a half to acquire the needed knowledge.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
It's not always a bad thing. Our middle one has been dying to ride Sheikra at Busch Gardens Tampa for years. We were there the year it opened. Frightened by its size and the whole concept of charging to the ground at 75 miles and hour; we passed. But The Brave put it on her to do list. And this week, she scratched it off; thanks to a family wedding in Florida. I must say Sheikra is my new all time favorite ride, for there is a point where you are weightless -- not sitting -- not being held by the overhead restraints. She rode it four times; I came in second, after riding only three times. (I gave it a go after she reported, "Mom, you have to try this." I'm not as brave as she is.)
Then it was off the celebrate with the Mouse at a Very Merry Christmas party.
Space Mountain, the draw of all draws, was down for the count... but we took a spin on the people mover and got a rare glimpse to the ride that brings enthusiastic screams to our lives.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
But for me to answer the question, "How did the Revolution go?" in a deeper way, one would have to look to the youth. Did they get it? Is there a change? And to answer these questions, I would have to say, "I don't know." For it is up to the youth. The Revolution was for, and was all about them.
They did laugh in all the corrected places. Listened, and listened harder when called upon to really pay attention. Sang and sang louder when encouraged. And they gathered a boat load of scarves for the cold and food for the hungry. The Revolution is truly only a seed and with time, maybe it will germinate and maybe it will grow. It will take time, more than a day -- just like any other good heart felt and hard fought Revolution.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Monday, December 06, 2010
We generally don't have Dove chocolates in the house; only in Advent; only for our calendar.
So my question is: Does Dove put Promises Messages in their confections year round? If so, I just might have to buy them year long.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
a.) Attend our niece's wedding
b.) Ride a roller coaster
c.) Kiss the Mouse
d.) All of the above
Sorry I can't post pictures. My chip reader is still at the church. But soon...
The Revolution went well. Three hundred youth and their chaperons were blessed by the days activities. There was so much that went on, I am still processing. I'm overwhelmed.
What am I doing today? post revolt? I am vacuuming and dusting my house. Well most of it anyway. Something I haven't made time to do for a very long time. It's refreshing to fall back into the safe household routine.
I am no longer the lady who had to sing in front of the whole group. (Not alone as I have a very dear friend who saved me.) I am no longer the woman who was saddled with the jobs of introducing, and shuttling about town the speaker. Jobs I am now very grateful for. We will share one more car ride -- to the airport. Now I'm wishing it were longer trip, as I have so much to say. I am no longer the project manager; keeping my finger in too many pots. Right now, instead of sending out yet another Revolution email, they are blogging calmly on my keyboard.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Years ago, way before facebook and twitter, an up and coming Christian rock band, called Scarecrow and Tinmen picked up gigs by word of mouth networking. So the bigger their audience, the better the chance of securing another date. Which translated into promoting their ministry, as well as supporting and feeding their families. Their schedule included a booking at a small working class church in the Carolinas. The venue would bring in a couple of 100 youth. I guess it could be considered a one off. The band would play, it would be good, but there would be, in all probability, no future bookings from this event.
For that same date, an invitation arrived for the band to play at a youth festival that was drawing thousands. From this event the potential for future work would be amazing. But they had this other gig – at the smaller out of the way church.
The story goes, the band leader tried everything to get out of the engagement. Promising to play any other date, refund their marketing costs, redo their mailings, reduce their price... anything. But the Pastor stood firm. The event was planned for the only date available in the parish schedule. There was no wiggle room.
So the band honored the contract, and played. And despite the small stage, bad PA system, and chicken wire all over the place, the event went well.
Then two weeks later, the band leader received a letter from a young girl who had attended the concert. In it she wrote, and I'm paraphrasing, “I'm 13 years old and already I've been in many many very bad relationships. But your concert changed my life. Thank you.”
There are no coincidences. It is God's plan for us to spend this day together; planning, praying and revolting.
Throughout today's entire program think about it, and think about it now as I introduce internationally known singer, song writer, Youth Minister, that band leader, Chris Padgett.
Friday, December 03, 2010
If that is the take home message of Lt. Scott Milley's death -- then I got it. But it shouldn't have taken another death to bring this message home.
Well, while driving, trying to keep my anxiety at a minimum, especially after hydroplaning a Suburban... not as easy task considering the "way back" is loaded down with Revolutionary bottled water, I thought of that cartoon. But I would say, "Eyes of an owl." For there has to be a way to get more light to the back of the old retinas. Or maybe I would say, "Eyes of a baby." For their eyes are sooo big.
Really, does anyone know if the light capturing capability of eyes decreases with age? Just wondering.
The lights reflecting on the slick roads really were beautiful. My only wish was to be photographing them and not driving over them.
Revolution: T minus 1 day and counting. (Did you think I could forget?)
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
When I got home, a had an email from a dear friend:" Dinner, tomorrow is on me." A blessing, as I hit the ground running today only to stop around 8 PM. Dinner? Cook? What's that? Now I know. And it arrives at 3:30 -- perfect timing.
Friday, all day is set up. Parents and some adults without children will gather to make sure the boat in rocking on Saturday.
This event, this revolution is already having an effect on the community and it hasn't even happened yet. Already it is a success. The wave is dissipating across the community. By Saturday we should be experiencing a tsunami of community service.