Do you remember that song from the Sound of Music? I thought about it this morning. That movie had some great music in it. The Ninja is the only person I know who doesn't like it.
But anyway, I woke up having a panic attack in the middle of the night. Totally unreasonable based on my life, but it was there. I don't get them often, but when I do or when I simply have trouble sleeping I do two things. First and foremost, I pray. It generally works well for me, and as I go down the rather long list of people I pray for, I tend to fall asleep in the middle of it. In my infinite wisdom, I reverse the list each time so that both ends of the list eventually get prayers, but I may need to start a third version that begins in the middle.
My kids used to watch veggie tales and in particular I have talked to the grandkids about the episode with monsters. I remind them frequently that God is bigger than the boogie man as the song from that show goes. It probably also helps that I tell them about the magic in my house and how no bad creatures can get in....but that is another story.
But back to my panic attacks.... usually in the morning after I have had one, I remind myself of all the wonderful things in my life. It is too easy to forget about the positives and only focus on the negatives and/or our fears. I remind myself that I have a husband who has stuck with me through thick and thin for 35 years. I remind myself that I have seven amazing, talented and faith-filled children who have wonderful spouses and significant others in their lives. I remind myself that I have six grandchildren who are healthy and loving. I try not to focus on the messes that seven dogs have a tendency to make. I remember that I am healthy. The list gets really long, but it does make me smile and relax. My "favorite things" don't rhyme like the song, but I do love a cool breeze, sitting on my porch during a rain storm, colorful leaves in fall, snow on Christmas morning, Santa Claus, snuggling with my grandchildren, hugging my children, mowing the lawn, (cooking did not make the favorite list, neither did cleaning the house), singing, and music to name a few. I love the smell of babies, baby feet and puppy breath. As my family knows, I love to rearrange furniture. I love my family and friends.
So, if you have a moment of panic or sadness or stress, try praying and then listing your "Favorite Things", you will be amazed at what happens inside of you when you remember to count those blessings. As a good friend of mine says, "Don't stress about things. Stress gives us wrinkles and then we will look old." Who wants to look older prematurely?! Have a blessed week and smile as you make your list.
My mother in law had an ongoing war with groundhogs. My husband stays up at night sometimes for the raccoon attacks. I have the Dragon!
He has struck yet again. I am doing better technologically, although my spelling and spell check cannot make friends. My ongoing problem is the inability to control the location of my phone. I can walk across the room and forget where it is. I have found it in the closet, in the refrigerator, outside, in the garage. The list is endless. This time, sadly, within a 15 minute span of time, it totally disappeared. I have cried, I have prayed, I have considered seeing a psychic to find it. All of the location devices attached to it have no answer for me. It has simply disappeared.
The kinds are being unusually sympathetic with this loss. I am remembering however, berating The Surprise for losing his new phone ten years ago. During Sunday's family dinner of course, there was much discussion about where the phone might be. We can all narrow it down to a fifteen minute gap of time. Time warp? Possibly.
And then, our oldest dog of some 14 years, made a rather large puddle on the kitchen floor. The crowd lost it with my comment that he is starting to slip. Eyebrows were raised and the usual comments about me slipping and what the limits are began. Of course, generally the consensus is that if I cannot control my bodily functions, I go straight to "The Home". Chester (the dog) is fortunate that I am kinder than that. With seven dogs in the house now (yes, I said seven), we occasionally get "accidents." Doc, however has a unique way of handling things. First, he is slightly annoyed with the noise and chaos that the dogs can produce. Add that to all the people and it can be overwhelming. But....the messes on the floor irritate him the most. His answer is to simply plop a paper towel on the mess.
That's it. The mess is left for me to fin, unless he chooses to make a public announcement first. Sometimes, I can find three paper towels in various places in the house. That is a bad night. And I dutifully walk around collect them and cleaning underneath them.
Which brings me full circle. The kids have threatened to take me to "the Home", or worse leave me in Doc's care. I did not hesitate to remind them that based on their father's method of handling "messes" in the house currently, if I start to "slip" and he is caring for me, they are likely to find me sitting in the kitchen covered in paper towels and waiting for someone to clean the mess. I certainly cannot call for help because I can never find my phone.
It's nice to be cared for isn't it? Hope you got a little chuckle today. Our family certainly did with this discussion! I hope you have a blessed week. Keep laughing. Force a grin if that is all you can manage, but know that you are loved.
Honestly, the first title I thought of was "Another One Bites the Dust", but somehow that did not properly reflect the love and respect you have for your child on their wedding day. But in reality.... five down and two to go!
So yes, another child was married this past weekend. Calvin and Pretty, Pretty Princess (P3) were united. (How appropriate, when I realized my dress was Calvin Klein! - get it - Calvin?!) There is a tradition at wedding receptions of doing Father/Daughter dances and Mother/Son dances. The Father/Daughter dance usually evokes an "Aww" from guests. It is usually a sweet song about daddies and their little girls and the special love they share. I was jealous of my husband for having that dance!
What I didn't realize was that sons have a way of getting straight to their mother's heart when they select the song that they will dance to with their mother. For me, it has become a moment when I clearly see who I am and what I mean to my sons. The smiles and tears that the song produces wipes away years of frustration, illnesses, discipline, spankings, and reminds you of the laughter and smiles and hugs and love. The first to marry and do this to me, was Superson. He picked my favorite song by Barry Manilow, "I Am Your Child." He nailed it! As I looked at the rest of my children while dancing with him, I saw years of happiness and love. I am sure that what they were thinking was, "How do I top that?" The second son to marry was Pook. As difficult as it was, he nailed it too. He selected the song that his father and I sung to him every night just to get him to sleep "Sweet Baby James" We sang to each other as we danced and again, tears of love and laughter welled up in my eyes.
Well, as I said, this past weekend it Calvin was married to his love. I honestly did not know what song he would select. There is sometimes a little disconnect between us and not many words. He tends to hide his feelings. As the title of the blog suggests, he chose "The Wind Beneath My Wings." I truly had no idea that he felt this way. Moms, please take a moment to listen to this old classic. Really listen to the words, even if you have a little baby in your arms. Remember those words as your little boy grows up. Remember them when he frustrates you beyond words (And believe me it happens and you will sound like a blithering idiot when you cannot complete a full sentence). Remember the words to the song when your child is up all night sick. Remember them when you hold him as he cries because he didn't win the race or make the varsity team. Remember them every minute of your son's life.
Remember that even though he may never say those words to you, he carries them in his heart just as you do. I have always thought that my children, a beautiful and precious gift from God, were the wind beneath my wings. They kept me going when times got tough and refilled my heart daily with so much love I thought my heart would burst! If you have any doubts ever, play that song. Play "I am Your Child" and "Sweet Baby James". If you didn't understand before you will understand after listening.
May God bless all of you, but today especially our children who have chosen their loves and have begun a life together with God's blessing where they can hold each other up in good times and bad and hopefully enjoy the moments I have had the blessing to enjoy.
I am at a total loss. I honestly make every attempt to be on time, but it just never seems to happen! I am convinced that some sort of a time warp exists between my kitchen and my car. This morning I left to take the dog to the veterinarian. It is a fifteen minute drive from our house, maybe twenty on a bad day. The grandkids were already dressed, they had eaten breakfast and we were golden! A full thirty minutes ahead of time, I started to get everyone in the car. What could go wrong, right?
Well, the baby's new car seat was not properly secured in my car. If you have ever tried to secure one of these things, you already know that it is a physical and mental impossibility. Straps won't move, I can't get it to lean back, I need to loosen the straps, straps won't move, I need to tighten the straps, straps won't move. . . . And so it goes. I get both boys in the car and run in for the dogs. Six of them are secured in their "rooms" and the one going to the vet is lounging comfortably on my bed. He is older and cannot jump into my jeep, so I have to lift all fifty plus pounds of him. Thank God I didn't bother to dress up, because right at this point I am a disheveled mess. But we are in and ready to go. I was pretty efficient, right? Um, it is now 8 minutes to appointment time. Not again!!! I check every watch available to me, maybe the clocks are wrong. No such luck.
Well we, get there the usual and customary ten minutes late. We get through the appointment and I realize that I have forgotten items for banking at home. Oh God! This means that I will have to do this crazy routine yet again this afternoon, but never fear at least there is no appointment scheduled, except for getting Max off the school bus. Hmm, if I am late for that, they will just keep her and take her back to school. . . . no, that will not do. Maybe if I start now, I can be on time.
I think that years ago, Star Trek had the right idea. No travel time, just beam me up Scottie. Perfect! I would never be late again! Except that the technology doesn't exist (which means the Technology Dragon is now getting the best of me in new ways) and if it did, I would probably trip on my way into the transporter, and only half of me would arrive on time.
The real kicker is that Doc got home from work early and wondered what I had done all morning!
I have actually given my kids instructions when I die about this. They can set the time of the funeral whenever they want, but if it doesn't begin at least ten minutes late, no one who knows me will believe that it is really me! Oh well, forgive me for always running late! And I simply pray that God will be patient and wait for my arrival, but then again, it could be the first time ever that I am on time! Have a blessed week and just keep trying.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!