Each year I like to come up with a different way of decorating the Christmas gifts. This year I had some nifty ideas that I found via Pinterest with a twist of my own. I bought brown mailing paper, then I found old vintage Christmas photos of children online, downloaded them, and printed them to use on top of a layer of burlap and ribbon, added a gift tag with Baker's twine with the cute red and white stripe for color. The cute snowflake craft paper I bought at Staples that is a Martha Stewart holiday wrapping paper they are selling this year.
Little boxed gifts on the piano lid with one of my favorite Santa Claus's
Since my daughter got married in October, I had wallet photos made to put in small frames, add a little red ribbon so they can hang as a tree ornament.
My girlfriend Lori and I saw at Crate and Barrel Christmas tree
candles that they had put in Hurricane bowls. We liked that too so we
each bought one of the candles to see what we could come up with. The white "snow" is Rock Salt. I added a little Santa
Claus that I bought at World Market to create a "Winter scene".
Lastly, Tucker perched on the chair near our Christmas tree. Be a good boy Tucker and no eating the packages!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
It was quite a Wedding....
October 13, 2012..... I've been gone for so long. Truly I've been overwhelmed with many emotions of joy (I never knew one could have so many moments of joy and how they would each be so special and unique to my heart!).
So here I share just a tip of the joy our family had on our dear daughters wedding day....enjoy.
I'll be back, really I will. Now the holidays have come and a New Year just on the heels of it all. I'm still going through photos from out Wedding week in New Hampshire and may I just say I fell in love with the scenery, his family and all their friends. The Fall colors, the crisp (chilly!) days, even the days we had a bit of rain it was magic! In fact that has been my overused word for our daughter and her dear hubby B. Wedding.
Magic..... magic.... it was.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Where I have been these days.....
I'm sorry that I haven't blogged in such a long, long time....we have a wedding in the family and I just have busy getting ready for it.
Oh then starting in July we had a lot of time with family gatherings, vacation and poof! time passes by swiftly!
I don't think I'll be back till after mid October.....but if I have a chance I'll try to write..really I will.
I've thought of my blog friends and so much has gone on since the last time I read any blogs I'm sure.
I'm working on a special gift to bring to the wedding and my time is devoted to that....
Very happy times around here!!!!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Wise Words Indeed
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My love, my daughter and her fiance, my son and middle daughter (L to R) |
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
I love the words of Kahlil Gibran, such wise and truthful words. This July our family was able to spend some cherished time together. It gets harder with every year as they don't all live near the "nest" as they once did. Whenever I am with them I can't help but look at my children, all grown up except R, and am amazed at their adult faces. Like looking at your newly born babe, I look at them. I look in their eyes and see that if they could they would tell the stories of where and what they have been doing. The hugs given, so sweet to me the hugger, to feel their bodies warmth next to mine, holding on, remembering all the hugs we have shared. They restore my motherly need to be close to my babes.
The release of our children has to be one of the hardest acts for me knowing that the years of my needing to mother / parent are waning in my lifetime. I'm grateful that I will have this gift for awhile longer with R, but the girls, they are grown ups. I want to be their good friend / mother. Someone they can count on both ways. This can be tricky for that means ones grown children need to release the thought that the parent is trying to pry or question them when really the parent is just interested in what they are doing! It also means the the grown children must perish the thought that they need parental approval for their lives / lifestyle. It means that they must get cozy with the idea that mom and dad can still not agree on all that they do or say just as they do not need to agree on everything we do or say and it still is okay.
Today I was registering R for his Junior year in High School. I was waiting for him to get his photo ID taken and noted that many of the moms were hovering and fussing with their daughter's hair while seated for the photographer. I laughed to myself and wondered why oh why they were doing this. I suppose if my daughter(s) had asked me to do this then I would but seriously I think parents need to let our kids arrange themselves for a photograph when they're teens. I'm there at the school because it is required but if it wasn't I would have R. do it all himself. In my day we went alone and did it ourselves! Some parents can't resist being the "helicopter" parent and never let their children learn on their own. I have always stayed out of my kids school work unless it was necessary for me to do so. I set guidelines for when it was the homework time and not phone call or TV time. Yes, there might have been some "why mom?!" but once it was made clear we didn't have too many issues. There are far more important tasks in parenting and lessons to learn when it comes to children and their responsibility of homework. I'd much rather lean towards the positive track and how that feels than harping on a negative.
My kids have all had their ups and downs as the years have gone by. Just like all people regardless of age or sex. We are human. Trusting ones intuition when you come from a consistent, supportive upbringing will come to them even if it didn't when it should have. We learn sometimes by error and that isn't always so bad. Perhaps because I married young and my Love and I became parents young we never had to go through the phases that many young adults seem to go through these days. We had no choice but to make a living to support the family and home. Well, okay, I was a stay at home mom, but I darn tooting worked hard at my home job! I never doubted my ability to care for home and family, I just did it. So I wasn't the greatest cook, well I certainly could keep the home tidy and the clothes clean. I could keep my kids for the most part happy and entertain them with trips to the park, plenty of paper and crayons, songs to sing or listen to, and most of all love. I found my "perfect career", mothering. I'm a good wife too. Love my man, my friend. I hope my girls and son someday find their perfect soul mate. Yes, my first born daughter has....and soon a wedding...
In the words of Emily Dickenson ~
That love is all there is
Is all we know of love
Saturday, August 18, 2012
To My Life
When our eyes met my soul was completed,
When you smiled, it opened up a closed door to my heart,
When you said 'hello', my happiness lit up a dark corner of my life where I thought it couldn't have been touched by another,
but can you see what's in my heart or in my eyes?
Can you see my soul? Look into my eyes? What do you see? How about me?
Look for me, find my happy place, see me? Find me;
complete the light in my soul as you did when our eyes met.
Smile?
Susan San Augustin
It's been a long time of not writing. I needed the rest more than you know. I'm back...open heart, healed heart. We can never anticipate what or where our daily life will lead us, let alone why. I like to think it is growth and sometimes growing pains there to remind us that we are merely human. We are not of a storybook, fairytale, a movie or TV...we are mortals with frailty, with strength, pulsing along, walking, sitting, daydreaming...we breath, we hold our breaths, tears, smiles, questions, and so it goes day by day.
So it goes...and here I am. Fresh as morning dew...the first light of dawn...the first step on a quiet beach...
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Not feeling it.
For the past two weeks I just haven't had my heart in writing. I wrote that I was wanting to write and excited as well in a previous post but that has deflated like a long old balloon with a ppppppffffffffttttt sound as it exhales it's last remaining bit of umpf.
Am I getting too much blog life and not enough of living life? Did I get myself over my head trying to juggle 4 blogs and trying to write to all that make a comment? Heavens I have barely the time to read other blogs anymore and I'm not fully reading them as I want to.
Is it the weather that is calling to me with it's brilliant blue skies? The green hills that I want to walk upon?
All of that but also I'm not sure if I am blogging like I use to. Life has changed and my tempo has too. Am I writing for me or for others? Is anyone out there? I see that I have activity and then again I sometimes see nothing. As one who writes by blogging, feedback does encourage my writing so a lack of response discourages me. Do I mind writing just for myself? No....yes.
Am I saying goodbye to blogging? Maybe. I guess I'll just play it by ear.
I haven't taken a decent photo in ages. I haven't caught up on my home movies that I have struggled to archive. I need to decide where to store all my photos and upload them to a new place which will take time. I want to work on the family genealogy that is time consuming but a pleasure and excitement at finding where that leads to. I want to make friends and get out with them. I've become lazy. I've been depressed. I've been everywhere in my head but where I want it to be. Where blogging use to help I feel sucked dry now.
I need to rethink
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Rewrite
Leave it to Paul Simon to come up with the great lyrics of his song "Rewrite". From the first time I heard it I loved it.
I've been working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
It's just for working on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash
I've been working at the carwash
I consider it my day job
Cause it's really not a pay job
But that's where I am
Everybody says the old guy working at the carwash
Hasn't got a brain cell left since Vietnam
But I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer
I'm working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
Is just for working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna turn it into cash
I'll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
When the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms
And I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said, help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer
I dug into a place I maybe shouldn't have but like me I did. It was casual in my brother saying that our stepfather Bill was still alive. What?! Mom always told me he was dead! Just like her to say that so I wouldn't at some point go looking where maybe she thought I shouldn't. My brother innocent in telling me this only peaked my curiosity. He even lives within a short drive from me not that I would go visit. I did think to drive by but didn't. The internet is different. I found his email address and I wrote him. I've been disappointed in that he hasn't tried to do the one favor I asked of him, to tell me of my mom and his breakup. I never was given a reason since I was a young teen. I don't know why my thoughts to know this are so strong I just wanted to understand why to fill in the pieces of the puzzle that didn't fit. This man who was so good to my brother that he changed his birth name to his stepfather's name. One doesn't ask, do or other lightly. How does this man just drop off the face of the earth once he moved out? I realize that he is now 80 something and maybe after the 40 some odd years have past, we too are merely a distant memory or lost. I don't know. He and I corresponded three times. He shed no light though he said he would. The last time I wrote him I told him I would not bother him again if I did not receive any emails back. He must not want to tell his side. The door closed. The story gone.
Like Paul wrote...I'm working on my rewrite...that's right.
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
It's just for working on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash
I've been working at the carwash
I consider it my day job
Cause it's really not a pay job
But that's where I am
Everybody says the old guy working at the carwash
Hasn't got a brain cell left since Vietnam
But I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer
I'm working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
Is just for working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna turn it into cash
I'll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
When the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms
And I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said, help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer
My head has been leaking in or is it out, the need to write deeper. With the past many months when I have felt devoid of words that I want to express I think it is starting to emerge. Like a bulb in the ground the thoughts are pushing out to receive the light, to grow, to open.
That story I want to tell that maybe I will begin to write, not for the blogging, but that story that I think can be worth telling. We all have stories within us. Storytelling once was a way to pass the evening after supper along time ago. A time to pass on family stories or of a childhood long gone to the young ones who would sit in rapt attention. Maybe a story was told that would be well remembered and laughed at or one that the listeners would pause in thought to think they were glad that never happened.
In doing the genealogy I have found descriptions that made me wish I could be told the story of their lives. The family members, husband and wife, who died in a tornado. Those who died in the Civil War, WWI, WWII, those who came from Ireland to America. I guess that is why I write to leave my trail for any beyond my lifetime who happened to find me as they do their own genealogy on the family.
My Love has asked who in our family will be interested? All the time I put in to researching, who will look at this? All the time I've put into my photo organizing, uploading, storing, documenting, creating, making archive copies on DVD's or CD's. What will become of it all? I don't know. I don't want to think it will all disappear without meaning to someone.
There's that story I want to write of my mom that only gets more fascinating as I put the puzzle pieces of her life together. The few stories she told of her life as a child and now I find some of them to be fictitious. Was it because she was too young to know the real story and filled in her life with what she wanted it to be? We all tend to embellish stories we tell for the listener if we say it enough. I want to write that story of hers that sits beside me as I correspond with a cousin of hers. She is young and her mind clear to tell me what she knew and what she is trying to find out for me.
Like Paul wrote...I'm working on my rewrite...that's right.
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