I have not written in the last few weeks. Why? Because I forgot!! I really did! I have been taking care of my family, and completely forgot I needed to write! Right now, everyone is out of the house, and I had time to sit and ponder my needs for the day. It is amazing what you can do with no distractions. Our dog Roley is my only distraction at the moment. Even now he realizes he has me all to himself, and he is putting on the charm! Come play with me Mom! 🙂 I am talking to him as I write this, which is consoling to him for the moment.
I love our dog! We adopted him 7 years ago, and he really has become a major part of our family. He is fun! He loves to play with anyone who will pay attention to him. He has a gentle approach. He is part Australian shepherd and part hound. He has one blue eye and one brown eye. He is a mama’s dog. He loves to hang with me, and we often go on walks together. I have many nicknames for him: Dude, Old Man, Charlie, Goofy, Goober, Roley Poley. I tell him he has “backyard cojones”, meaning when he is out he will bark at any noise, in order to make his presence known. But, he really is a giant chicken. His breed is quite skittish, and he is often nervous.
We used to have a cat, named Chloe. She was the queen of the house. She passed at 21 years old. We adopted her from my sister, who found her wandering in her yard. Her coloring reminded me of toasted marshmallows. She lived with us for 15 years. She always acted as if she were above all of us, and she just tolerated the world around her. She was quite gentle and loving to any who approached her. She loved to scamper everywhere, and she usually slept on the top of the sofa, as if she looked down upon us. She always had conversations with me in the mornings, even after I fed her. I loved that.
Having a pet is a great way to maintain contentment in one’s life. Though it is a great responsibility, pets reward us with love, devotion, and loyalty.
Our Queen, Chloe
Yesterday, my wonderful husband asked me if would ever want to be called grandma. Of course my instant thought is of my two teenage girls. Not yet!! He was listening to a commercial, and the thought occurs to him that one day, we will be grandparents. In a futuristic moment of thought, he is picturing himself with grandkids. “Do I look like a Grandpa, or Papa?”
Hmmm… me, a grandma??? Well, it really does not bother me at all. I am pretty comfortable with my age. I want to be a grandparent (WELL into the future). Both of my girls have said they want kids someday. Thank God, not now. As we talked, we were going through some the grandparent names for me; Nanna, Oma, Granny, Gram, Grandma, and Gigi. This is when I start picturing myself with grandkids. Since I am a kindergarten teacher, I probably would want to be the fun-loving grandma. I do want to be an extension of my own children as parents. I am hoping to live close, so I can be there for my girls and their families. But not too close. I do want my own life with my husband. We want to travel and maybe even work part-time.
I think of my own girls, who have only had small moments with each of their grandparents. We have always lived at least 3 hours away from each, due to our careers. They never really had moments alone with them, and their relationships with them are not super close. We are trying to change this, as we are visiting more often, now that our parents can no longer travel often. One thing I always remember my mom telling me, was that no longer where you live, you should always keep your family close. True words to live by.
As I sit here watching the snow fall with my husband, he sparked a memory for both of us. We are both form the midwest. Before we moved here to Virginia, we both had jobs we went to, even if there was a snowstorm AND IT WAS FUN!! Of course it fun, because we were in our 20’s and 30’s. I do remember starting my car up 10 minutes before it was time to leave, using a broom (yes, broom) to push the snow off my car. As I drove to work, my radio blared with great upbeat 80’s music. Once I arrived, I was grateful to be inside and grab a hot cup of coffee.
Today I am appreciating the day off, as I sit here with my hot cup of coffee, watching the snow fall. I am thinking of those who HAVE to go to work, and I hope they make it in safe, and their trip home is the same. I have a dear friend who has to take her sister to a very important dr. appointment for a biopsy. I am praying they both are doing well during this stressful time in their lives.
My whole family gets to spend the day together today. Already made some cinnamon rolls (Pillsbury, not home-made) for breakfast, so the house smells like a wonderful winter lodge. Creamy tomato soup with grilled cheese sammies are for lunch. This afternoon will be fun, as we all go out and clear the driveway together. My teenage daughters help the neighbors clear the snow from the sidewalks. This is probably (and hopefully) our last snowfall for the season. Instead of dreading it, I am going to hang in the moment. If you have some snow, hope you stay safe and warm. 🙂
My birthday is coming up at the end of the month. My oldest asked me today what I want for my birthday. My first reaction to this was, how lucky am I that my child wants to do something nice for me? So I have been pondering this question all day! Why, because I have reached an age where material things do not have as much meaning. I looked online at my favorite store sites, and I could not find anything that really looked interesting. That is when I realized I no longer really shop for myself. I HATE going to the malls. What a relief that is! I am no longer tied to what is trendy, and I have no desire to have the ultimate outfit. I look forward to what I can DO, not what I can HAVE.
I remember watching Oprah Winfrey and her Christmas favorite things show. This is when I began to get turned off of owning the ultimate material things. I began to realize that these shows only promoted owning the expensive best of everything. While this may have somewhat helped the retail economy over the holiday season, it seems to have encourage the behavior of becoming too materialistic. My response to my child: I want to spend quality time with all of you, just doing the things we all love.
I am very excited to start this blog! I have never written for the public eye, so please have patience with me. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a wife of 21 years of marriage, a mother to 2 teenage daughters, and a kindergarten teacher. I am the 2nd to youngest in a family of six children. I am generally a shy person, and I do not like large crowds of people. I love to practice yoga, and when the weather is nice, I love to take outdoor walks.
On Tuesday, our school had a pep rally as a reward for all of our students earning good behavior points. All of the teachers were asked to compete against one another in a “minute to win it” game. Each grade was given a game, and the teachers would play the game up on stage. Kindergarten was the first to be called. I was so excited! Our game was to remove an index card placed between 2 stacked plastic cups, allowing the top plastic cup to fall into the bottom cup. Well, I was AWFUL at it! I do not have the steadiest of hands, so I could not even get past the first set. My teammate did an awesome job, and finished beautifully. While I was very happy for her, I felt like a failure. Nobody really said anything to me after the assembly, so I just made excuses for myself, when we all discussed it after school. It really bothered me, and I thought about it all night long. The next morning, I realized something, I was the only person obsessing about this. No one else cared. They all had a great time, and that was all that mattered. I knew I had to let it go. So I did. Freedom feels pretty good. 🙂