20 Things That You Don’t Know About Me

secrets

secrets (Photo credit: Ramon Snellink)

  1. My nickname in one of my high school yearbooks was “peanut.” I hated it then and I hate it now.
  2. I do not like having my photo taken. I am known to run from cameras.
  3. I have 6 g’children, 4 girls and 2 boys.
  4. I used to be so clumsy when I was little that at one point, I had not one, but two hickies on my forehead. NOTE: I was 2, so I am not referring to the type of “hickie” that you are thinking of.
  5. As a baby, I was so bald that my Mom resorted to taping ribbon to my head.
  6. Snakes, pre-historic-looking lizards (no, really, lizards in general) and big hairy spiders terrify me.
  7. If I have to chose between “cat” or “dog,” I chose cat.
  8. I am a world-class worrier.
  9. I speak to my grown daughters almost every day.
  10. I love singing and dancing to 60’s and 70’s R&B music.
  11. I’ve always loved playing jacks.
  12. When I was young, my favorite sports were tether ball and volleyball.
  13. I do not like opera.
  14. I like country music.
  15. I love books.
  16. I love to write, and would love to be an author.
  17. I was getting my yoga teacher training certification, but had to stop because of my health.
  18. I am taking painting and drawing e-courses.
  19. I meditate to force myself to stay still.
  20. I cry at Kodak commercials.

Blessings, Lydia

What I Will Miss When I Die

One of my granddaughters

One of my granddaughters

I have to tell you upfront, that this post arises from this post on the website Wonderings & Wanderings. The question posed in the blog was a line from a Natalie Rosenberg book., “Tell me what you will miss when you die.”  This post answers that question..

It seems right to post this on what would have been my brother’s 46th birthday. I am in my 50’s and the inevitability of my death crosses my mind quite regularly. My kids think it morbid, but it think it reality. I mean, there comes a time when we all die. Although there is much that I would miss, there is nothing more than my children and grandchildren, especially, those firsts in their lives that appear suddenly, pass too quickly  and are forever etched in my heart. Of course, the list depends on when death occurs, so I chose to there are many more pleasures that we enjoy in this life, that are worth noting. My list, although not exhaustive, follows:

  • The sound of wind chimes on a breezy day.
  • The sound of boiling hot water as it pours into a cup for hot tea.
  •  Watching the sun rise from my bed in the morning.
  • The birds chirping at the feeder outside of my bedroom window.
  • The way that freshly washed and starched cotton sheets feel on your skin.
  • The smell of lavender.
  • The smell of tuberoses.
  • A long, hot bubble bath.
  • Singing to the oldies.
  • Dancing to the oldies.
  • The sound of water running in a stream.
  • Watching the deer as they walk through our yard.
  • The dark, inky infinite night-time sky, filled with stars and unmarred by lights.
  • The color purple.
  • The taste of a sweet, juicy watermelon.
  • A deep blue sky.
  • The unexpected rainbow.
  •  The sound of rain on a tin roof.
  • Nerja, Spain
  • A full moon.
  • A meadow filled with wild flowers.
  • The laugh of a child.
  • The excitement brought by a thunder-storm.
  • The pealing of church bells.
  • The birth of a grandchild.
  • The faces of my loved ones and friends.
  • The twinkle in D.’s eyes.
  • Talking to my daughters about anything and everything.
  • The steadfastness of my husband.
  • B. calling me Mee-Mom.
  • All of the “firsts” that come with grandchildren.
  • Lobster.
  • My potato salad.
  • A home cooked meal that I didn’t cook.
  • A genuine smile.
  • The way a smile lights up a face.
  • A full moon.
  • The smell of night-blooming jasmine.
  • The laughter of children playing in the near distance.
  • Driving a convertible with the wind blowing through your hair.
  • Walking along a beach.
  • An apple jolly rancher candy.
  • A banana Now or Later.
  • A Grape Kool-Aid Jammer.
  • The comfort of knowing that my mother is nearby.
  • Baby kittens.
  • A purple, orange and pink sunset.
  • I love yous.
  • The touch of a loved.
  • Books.
  • The smell of Red Flower Lavender candles.
  • Child perfume.
  • My iPhone.
  • Skype.
  • My computers.
  • Playing airplane with your hand outside the car window.
  • Hugging.
  • Kissing.
  • Making love.
  • The smell of freshly baked bread.
  • Family dinner.
  • Mexican food.
  • Chinese food.
  • New Orleans.
  • The sturdiness of a tree.
  • Friendship.
  • A family dinner.
  • A birthday celebration.
  • Candle light.
  • A room lit by moon light.
  • The present moment.
  • Moments of inner peace.
  • A good book.
  • The wonder of music.
  • Singing.
  • Dancing to anything.
  • The joy of giving the perfect present.
  • The joy and appreciation of receiving the perfect present.
  • The ability to change.
  • The ability to forgive.
  • To love.
  • To be loved.
  • The act of forgiveness.
  • To be forgiven.
  • The sounds of ocean waves breaking on land.
  • The desert.
  • The perfect pen.
  • My journals.
  • Purple pens.
  • My brother’s blue, pea coat that came to me after his death.
  • My brother’s watch that came to me after his death.
  • Being a Mom.
  • Being a g’mom.
  • Church.
  • The flutter of curtains as a breeze moves through the window.
  • Watching my children move through life.
  • Watching my grandchildren’s importance life moments.

I realize that I can go on forever, but I’ll stop now. What I know for sure is that when I press “publish,” there will be  numerous things that I wish that I’d added to the list, but it was time to end.

Tell me what you’ll miss when you die. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Blessings, Lydia