May, 2011

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Happy Graduation!

In my daughter’s eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter’s eyes

 

In my daughter’s eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me
gives me strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter’s eyes

Martina McBride “In My Daughter’s Eyes”

Today, My daughter Hannah graduates from high school.  At the Baccalaureate Mass yesterday, this song was sung.  All of the mothers had tears in their eyes.  I am so privileged to be raising three beautiful daughters.  They are my heroes.

 

Tony and I are incredibly proud of the young woman Hannah has become- a caring. loving, talented, smart and funny person with a beautiful smile and laugh.   As I watched her spend hours and hours creating a capstone project, I was amazed at how artistically she was able to convey her view of the world.   Her love of people and the environment shines through and I know she will succeed in whatever she puts her mind to.

 

Way to go Hannah!  You continue to amaze me with your talents, inspire me with your passion for life, and gift me with your beautiful love!  I reluctantly hand you over to the world, to spread your joy and love with all those you meet!  Congratulations!

 

You can check out the song here!

In My Daughter’s Eyes

Appreciating Mom

mom and girls

An old picture of my mom with my beautiful daughters! The one with glasses is graduationg from High School. Wow!

I am making preparations for a graduation brunch for my daughter Hannah and a friend asked me how I was going to make sure the food was stocked.   I responded so quickly and said, “That’s what my mom is for.”

I wonder if she really knows how much I appreciate that she is around to help me with the little things that are actually big things.  The fact that I don’t have to worry about keeping the buffet filled with food because it is something my mom would do, even without me asking, is amazing.  So here is a list of  things I am grateful for about my mom.

**  My mom has been up before the sun at 5:00 am every morning as far back as  I can remember.  This is her quiet time, her space to breathe and be with God before the day begins.  Lesson:  Make time and space for God, and it will help you breeze through your day.

** Growing up, I remember Mom making pine cone wreaths for the church bazaar.  She has worked in the soup kitchens, made quilts to sell for fundraising, and volunteered her time on various committees.  When I was in junior high and high school, we adopted a man and a woman from a senior center and went to visit them every week.  She was much more faithful than I was at the time.  Now I so appreciate all that she has taught me about the importance of helping others. Lesson: We are here to take care of each other.

** Every time my mom comes to our house, we are in the kitchen cooking.  We have a running joke though that she always breaks something when she comes.  It isn’t true, but we laugh about the time she broke a silver turkey fork while lifting out a turkey. Then she broke my ceramic cooker when she poured tap water into the hot cooker, the temperature change causing it to crack.  Lesson:  The only lesson here is who cares what she breaks-  If mom is willing to come to my house for Easter and or Christmas, and help me cook, I will never turn down the help.

** I am grateful that my mom made my wedding dress with lace and hand sewn beads.  I hope someday one of my girls will take it and have it made to fit their style.  When I was growing up, I called myself the professional ripper because I spent as much time taking out my stitches as putting them in.  Mom taught me that it is worth the time to untangle things and make them straight.  We have engaged in many fun sewing projects together.  Two of my favorite endeavors have been the double thick fleece sleeping bags made for the girls and nephews and the t-shirt quilt we made for my daughter Becca.  Lesson:  Doing crafts together is fun and creates new memories.

** When I was sick, my mom took turns with my husband, sitting by my bedside, keeping me company and walking with me through the long recovery period. Because she has been so kind to others, the people at work donated their extra sick and vacation days to her just so she could stay with me.  It was amazing to me how much unconditional love she showed to me and my family,  and I still feel it today.  Lesson:  Your children are never too old to stop being your babies

Mom is just there when I need her- to read her a new poem I am working on, to share stories about my journey to follow my passion, to help me when I am planning a graduation brunch. She is making lots of mini quiches for the graduation brunch,  because that is what my mother does.

Make your own list of the reasons you appreciate your mother and share it with her. When I look back over this list, it all comes down to one thing:  LOVE.  My mom is good at Love!

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

 

A Writing Space

A place that inspires me to write is my living room in the dead of night.  The porch light casts its glow through the bay window and across the coach as if inviting me to sit and pick up my pen.  It is a presence- the writing angel that calls to me at 3 am and beckons me out of bed to get in touch with my soul.  The only sound I hear is the whirl of the furnace when it kicks on and the constant hum of the refrigerator.

In this quiet place, I find my pen crossing the page filling in words to empty out my head.  I find peace, not caring what subject or sentences have found their place on paper, just glad now that my mind is clear and I can return to sleep.

When is the right time to write?  Now is the best time, whatever time that is.   And when the writing angel wakes you at 3 am, it is best to write and clear my head.  Sometimes it only takes 20 minutes, and I am back to sleep.  Other times, I am still writing when the sun comes up.  I don’t feel tired.  Instead I am energized by the time spent in reflection.

In the quiet of the morning hours, I connect to my center, to my soul, and that makes all the difference in how the day plays out.