What A Miracle!

Yesterday at lunch, as we were leaving, an older lady comes to our table and says, "Are these all your boys?" Yes... they are.
Then the waiting, defensive mode ready for action... and she says, "What a miracle!"

Wow. Never heard that before, especially from a stranger. Maybe she was really an angel.

Life... is your cup half full or half empty?

This lady made my day. Thinking before you speak. It is so easy to judge but none of us being judged. Compliment instead of condemning. You never know what a person has been through till you have been in their shoes. Most of us do not get the chance to walk someone's shoes. Yet if you do, most of us would take back judgement.

Life is good. If you do have lemons, why not try to make lemonade with what you have? If may be a wonderful experience.

It is so easy to say something negative or hurtful, assuming the recipient of your comment is going to Ha Ha with you ...
but what if they don't? Is it really worth making someone feel bad?

Make someone's day. Be that a person's reason to smile.

Yes, what a miracle. What a lovely lady.

500th Post!

I love this quote:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We must ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not in just some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others - Nelson Mandala

This is my 500th post!

I have been so scared to write (something I truly LOVE to do). I criticize myself for not spelling properly, not knowing how to fix my grammatical mistakes when the computer edits my writing... not feeling like I am worthy of even being called a writer.

Sometimes I stop and erase a post because I wonder and worry about what someone might think...
Yet really...
I write to release a part of myself.
I write to remember a special day or thought.
I write when I am lonely.
I write when I am happy.
I write to remember things that I am so thankful for.
I write because I really want to leave some of me somewhere for my children.
I write here as a start ... because it is a passion. Where it goes is yet to be seen!

500 posts. Baby steps. I have loved writing. I have even more so enjoyed all your comments whether on the blog or Facebook. Thank you for being my sidekick in this journey.

Sunday Ramblings...

We went to church today... (yes, Sanj was on the praise team...) and it was interesting.

I hate letting "bad" thoughts flow through me at any given point. I don't like being mean or petty. If I am going there, I try to stop the flow of that poison. Sometimes it works, other times, I just have to allow myself that moment and then let it go!

I hate know it all people. OK... hate is a strong word. But I do dislike them immensely.
I don't mind if you are really knowledgeable but when you try to make others feel less than you (umm, hello.... INSECURITY SCREAMING OUT LOUD)... it is an ugly thing.

So I am there, at church, watching this happen. I am feeling the bad flows of energy whirling around me. CHURCH! I am in church.

It doesn't make me a good person. But I am bothered by this. Humans... we are all JUST HUMAN. Let it go.

Church... I sat next to a mom I admire greatly. It was great to look around and see wonderful people that I can call my friend and support system.

We talked about the "Sanctuary" and whether church in it self was special... everywhere INCLUDING THE MALL could be a sanctuary. I liked that! Maybe that wasn't all I was to get out of it but I must admit that my brain froze there ... and then it was over. Imagine church in the mall... I would probably go more often. lol

Sanj went to his alumni this weekend... he played and sang on Friday night at the church where his high school was. Despite the fact that this wasn't my past, it was easy to just go back ... songs just took you back.... Side by Side.

As we sat there in the pews, Sanj looked at me and mouthed "I love you." I love those little moments. They are so meaning in the biggest of ways. High school for so many was not the best of memories for whatever reason.

Being there, I could sense his energy. I am glad that I went, despite the work of getting the kids there, dressed, fed,driving in the storm, keeping them quiet and reminding them that IT WAS NOT ALWAYS ABOUT THEM... we were there for Daddy.

Love is about the little moments. I love watching people interact... it is about the small gestures. One of my friends always calls her husband "My John." I love that! I love the little things such as carrying a wife's purse... despite how it will look. Or getting up and starting the car or shoveling the drive... little things.

I love when I see the little things my boys do. Getting out of the car, helping put the groceries in. Sweeping the floor instead of walking over or on it.

Getting up to take the dogs out, doing the dishes with out being asked. Holding my hand on a whim (I LOVE THIS), strumming on the guitar a song they learned. I could keep going... but really I need to focus on the little things that are done and appreciate them. There will always be things they don't do...

I admire people that go after their dream. My cousin is one of these folks. He has a love for music and just put out a CD... check out his site at www.gkishorecarey.com

This blog is all over the place... it is Sunday. I am avoiding the on-slaughter of Monday morning.
But all good things must come to an end at some point!

It's All About MOMMY!

It's all about ME!!! Well at least for bits of time today!

I awoke to breakfast in bed this morning... Yummy! Then we went to church and was given chocolate there! Yum! I'd go more if that was a weekly thing! lol

The boys and their very sweet and thoughtful dad got me a bracelet with 6 hearts on it. Love it!
And the extra "little something" was a flash for my camera. :)

I got cards made with love and some tulips made out of wood (my kind of flowers... lol), a picture and some dandelions, lunch out, even a bitty nap and moments of love from each of my cherubs.

Awww... to be loved and thought of is one of the greatest gifts.

Happy Mother's Day!

Mother's Day Weekend...
I have so many thoughts floating in my head as I think of this weekend. As I think of Mother's Day, I can't help but think of my own little ones... smile as I watch the whispering and excitement of especially the younger ones. I am so blessed to be called MOM... even when it is the most used word in our household. It is my greatest calling and my most cherished role.

I think of my own mom and am grateful for all the sacrifices that she made to be living the life I now know. I am glad for the traits that mirror her and make me a better person. If it was not for my mom, I would not be here! Literally!

I think of the other ladies that God placed in my life over the years that made such an impact as to who I am today. There are teachers that cared, others that adopted me as their daughter away from home, others that nurtured and loved me in the most impactful ways.

There are the moms that are gone. Missed. Greatly missed. Their love leave a legacy... yet it still leaves a painful void.

Then there are those that try to step in and just be... knowing there is no one that can fill that void. Yet they are so brave... so giving, and are so much that word means... Mother to all.

Mothers... all I can think of when I say Mom is HERO. A hero that is self-less, serving, loves unconditionally, living for those that she can not help but breathe for...

So, to all those MOMS, who inspire me to be better in every thing, turn the other cheek, love harder, pray daily, not give up...
To all the MOMS who love those that are lost...
To all the MOMS that have had to love tough...
To all the MOMS that love MY BABES when I am not there...
To all the MOMS that just keep believing...
To all the MOMS that just step up to the plate...
To all the MOMS that forget to be thanked...

This day is for you! Happy Mom's Day to the most incredible role that is played. Thank you for being my inspiration! Thank you for being that which God has called you to be!

The world wouldn't be the same without you being and doing all you do each day!

Happy Mother's Day!

Hum...

Here is a few things I have learned this week past:

Hospitality is a gift. Not everyone can naturally be a gracious host. It requires a self-less person that worries and considers their guest constant needs. Whether it is feeding, resting, entertaining or comforting... it is something that one considers every minute of that visit.

I was on the receiving end of this... what a delight. I felt loved and cherished and special. There are many levels of hospitality, of course... but to receive the 5 star treatment while in someone's house is extra special. It is one of those special gifts that God bestowed on special people.

Gift Giver and Gift Receiver... they are two very different things. I love giving gifts. I love that special something that has someone I love name all over it. It may cost $2 and be a silly thing or $20 and be a token of love. It makes me feel really good to shop for someone else. Actually, it is one of my favorite past-times.

I have learned it is very hard for some people to accept gifts without blushing when they are used to being a giver. But it is an important element... for one to accept the token of love... otherwise you are robbing the giver of the pleasures you so fully know as the giver. Sometimes it is easier to be the constant doer... than accept and be the receiver. This is a moment you just need to "suck it up!" :)

Silence... it is a good thing. Sometimes, after someone shares with you a hurt or pain... there are no words to make it better. Nothing you say will fix it. They don't expect you to fix it. Sometimes when someone shares... it is a privilege to hear their story. Sometimes the only response that is appropriate is silence. Silence does not mean discomfort. It can be just what it is. A moment that was shared.

I learned that life can be discombobulating even when it is good. I feel that right now. I feel like I should be doing more... yet am stuck. I am not sure how to take that next step... or what that next step is. I have ideas... actually too many ideas... but I guess I am really hoping that God will take the lead on this. Maybe waiting is O.K.

These are just some thoughts of my week...

Life At This Moment...

This weekend I went away for a couple of nights. I relaxed. I rested. I was able to just BE!
It was great. It was wonderful. It was all that it was.

Back to reality. I love my boys. I love my husband. I love my friends.

I can't wait for summer. But this means watching Sammy say goodbye to Rhema and all that was. It means watching and accepting my son becoming a full fledged teenager... that is off to high school.

Wow. So many changes. Hey, at least I am not pregnant. :)

I love this picture. I wish my older ones were more co-operative with my picture taking. :(