Unintended Lessons

Unintended Lessons

Unintended Lessons
Since my Mother’s passing earlier this year, I find my mind wondering off to my childhood and the unintended lessons my Mother taught me. My mother was nineteen-years-old when I was born. She wanted to go to college but that was not her parent’s expectation for their daughter. So, married two months after graduating high school my Mother became a full- time homemaker who swept the floor every day and washed the curtains in the spring and fall. I was born ten months later. My father was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was seven and Mother had to become the bread winner of the family.

Living in the Clouds

Living in the Clouds

I spotted our son and granddaughter patiently waiting along with all the other people who had come to meet family and friends. It wasn’t long our Granddaughter saw us. She was wiggling with excitement. We couldn’t wait to hug each other. We got our luggage and piled into the car. PopPop was in the back seat with our granddaughter. They were having a lovely conversation about her plans for us in the coming week. Then I overheard our granddaughter ask my husband, “Do you and Nana live in the clouds?”

Communicating What is Real and What is Not

Communicating What is Real and What is Not

Great advances in technology have improved our ability to communicate with grandchildren who live halfway across the country. However, even with all these advances we humans find it difficult to discern what is real and what is not,

The Empty Nest

The Empty Nest

Our nest emptied. Our children went to college, were getting married and making their way in the world. I thought my job was over. It was an empty feeling. I truly enjoyed my children’s growing up years. I loved being a mom. I had taken a journey with my children as...
Pictures of My Children’s Backs

Pictures of My Children’s Backs

It seemed to me that I had a lot of pictures of my children’s backs. But when I went looking for them, I discovered there weren’t that many. Most of the pictures (and there are drawers full) are of my children’s happy, beautiful faces.I now realize that the pictures I...
Is This a Vacation?

Is This a Vacation?

Our youngest did not like riding in the car. The idea of being strapped into a car seat, unable to run or move was an intolerable thought for Jason. This, of course, made any trip in the car an intolerable experience for anyone riding with him. It did not matter that...