Time Flies! (Photo credit: rubyblossom.)
“Although time seems to fly, it never travels faster than one day at a time. Each day is a new opportunity to live your life to the fullest. In each waking day, you will find scores of blessings and opportunities for positive change. Do not let your TODAY be stolen by the unchangeable past or the indefinite future! Today is a new day!”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Mother’s Love (Photo credit: Fabio Trifoni)
The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children. ~ Jessica Lange
As the mother of three grown children and 6 3/4 g’children, I am well familiar with the job of motherhood. I say job, because in spite of being a licensed attorney for over 23 years, being a mother is the far harder of the two roles. In the best of circumstance, a child has an intact family with a mother and father. Nevertheless, in most cases, it is the mother who takes the primary role of raising the child. Children do not come with an instruction manual and even the best of mothers make mistakes. Yet, so long as a mother imbues her child with unconditional love, kindness, strength of character, respect for themselves and for others, honesty and most importantly, curiosity, the child will prosper.
For all of you mothers and g’mothers out there, and in some cases, fathers, toiling to raise amazing human beings, I commend you for your efforts and wish you peace, happiness, good health and boundless love. I also wish you a day of relaxation, pampering and peace, because you certainly deserve it and more. Thank you for undertaking a role that, thanks to your love and guidance, will hopefully serve to produce an adult well-equipped to face and contribute to our society.
Birthday Boy, 5.10.14
Today is Week 19 of The 52 Project. I’d like to extend an happy belated birthday to my little g’son, B. Yesterday, he turned 3 years old, which astounds me since it seems like yesterday when I watched him enter this world. In this photo, he is hamming it up for the camera as his parents prepare for a huge birthday in his honor. Of course, the birthday boy has to have a birthday hat!
Rain days (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
enter rain
And we sat on the porch and chattered into the late afternoon,
bubbly from the run, perhaps, or whatever freedom the summer
had gifted us, the sound on the roof like a permission slip, a tiptoe tune
of ease. I realized how much weight we carry, how we clamber
through our lives heavy as old rock. It’s not our bodies that do it, but the layers
we cloak them with, doubting our own instinct for happiness. I wondered
if, in fact, age could be a molting if I let it, a sloughing off of skepticism, tears
in the stiff fabric of my own mind. The drops intensified, and I surrendered
to a riotous music, and we sat in silence for a while, both attentive and serene.
It’s impossible, of course, to start completely over, but still I felt washed clean.~Maya Stein
seeking querencia 