Give ’em Your Guts…

I know, I know…It sounds really gross.  Let me explain.

If there is one thing truly worth passing on to our kids, it’s not necessarily our eyes or our brains or our money.  It’s the stuff that’s in our gut. I’m not suggesting that we puke on our kids… I’m suggesting that we find ways during the course of our plain old ordinary day to convey the really important things.  Not preaching at them, but talking with them…eye to eye and heart to heart.  Not just right and wrong.  Right and wrong are important though,  they are an outline.  Go ahead then,  fill the picture in with living colors.  In a way that’s age appropriate, let them see into you. Let your kids know you. Who you are,  why you are and what it is that makes your heart pound with passion…

Legacies begin with time spent together being real.

Peace and Joy!

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A housewife I’m not…

I don’t know who came up with that term anyway! I’m married to my husband, not my house!

I love my home as much as the next gal I suppose, but I’m not going to obsess over it when every little detail isn’t, “just so.”  Okay… actually, I might, but I want to stop it.  Why? Because there is only so much time in a day, and because that house doesn’t adore me, but my husband does.  It doesn’t wait for me to come play with it or talk to it or hug it’s neck, but my kids do, and hopefully yours do as well.  It’s a sad thing when a woman’s children don’t want her around…

I’m going to spend more time looking at the people that matter and less time looking at the crushed Christmas cookie crumbs in the corner of the TV room.  I will be quicker to notice the opportunity to do Lite Brite with my child than a counter,  piled high with dishes and those ridiculous socks that forever need to be matched and put away, will just have to wait!

I know from experience, they will be there tomorrow…

Peace & Joy!

What Color Is It?

I’ve always been a “color freak…” A brand new box of crayons, a glorious sunset, a vibrant peacock feather…even a yummy new tube of lipstick was enough to send a chill of excitement up my spine!

It wasn’t until I turned that EPT stick the  loveliest shape of magenta however that I became interested in the weird stuff… I guess it’s my darkmother side, the truly freakish side of this color freak.
It’s the side that asks weird color questions and requests my toddler bring me his used Kleenex so I “can see.” I’ve been known to analyze just about every other body secretion as well. The grossest question I ask has to come after hearing a kid cough in the other room. What color is it?” I say. Ewww…
Okay, I know I’m not alone, and I know I have good reasons, but  honestly I’d prefer to feast my eyes on a brand new box of Binney & Smiths.  Somebody pass me “Cornflower Blue.”    I really need to get out more…

Inspiration? Yes please!

I came up with a theory last night around 3:00 am, which may also explain why I can’t find my purse, the grocery list that was “just in my hand” or the name of whichever child is standing in front of me.  Now wait..what was I telling you?

Oh yes, my new theory…I rely on my five senses to tweak creativity.  Anything from the sea-washed hue of my Beloved’s eye to the coating of crystals on the bony fingers of a tree…Beauty is inspirational…I can soar to new heights on the wings of a song, be motivated to reproduce by sniffing a random newborn, and the hot spray of an early morning shower can prove to be the wholehearted difference between delight and disaster.  My senses indeed, inspire me.

Could the majority of Americans be so thoroughly uninspired by the 9-5 lives they lead, that their big chance for inspiration comes in the form of spicy bean dip on a frito, simply because Taste is the only sense that they are actually feeding?Hmmm..What inspires you?

You Wanna Play What?

The conversations that I sometimes overhear can be downright frightening.  This afternoon I heard Judah (5) talking to Abby (6) in the basement.

Judah: “Hey, lets play the hole game” (giggles)

Abby: (giggles) “Ya, let’s play!”

Me: Ummm guys…what’s the “hole game?” (no giggles)

Abby: It’s when Judah sticks his finger in the hole.

Me: What hole…?”

Abby: The one he made in the wall with the drumstick.

Me: Oh good, ok. … Wait, What???

It’s amazing how good something bad can sound when it’s so much better than what you thought it could have been.  I might be too old for this…

Peace & JOY!

 

 

 

Why Kids Have to Change Their Clothes 5 Times a day

Before I was out of bed this morning, I was checking my e-mail and found that I had received a really sweet note from a gal inquiring about my availability to come speak.

To be on the safe side, she and some of the others wanted to come see me speak somewhere prior to releasing me to speak at their event and she was having trouble tracking me down – couldn’t find an itinerary for me on my webpage etc. and wondered if I could let her know where I’d be speaking so they could come visit.  This was my initial response.

Dear Ma’am, 

The only place I would be able to suggest at the moment would be if you’d like to join me either in the kitchen this morning, as I wade through piles of dirty dishes, or perhaps later on today when I am brave enough to try to tackle the bathtub/shower area. I do also have a speaking engagement this evening, in the laundry room, where I will be speaking… to myself, most likely, on The Topic: Why Kids Have to Change Their Clothes 5 Times a day.

Peace & Joy…Life is good.