April 2, 2011-Saturday Morning Soccer

One day….

we will sleep in again on Saturday mornings.  With no early commitments, no cars packed with thermoses of  hot coffee, fruit snacks, blankets, muddy cleats and singsong voices that are clearly too loud for the hour displayed on the clock.

But then what?

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But then what?   I don’t know.

I do know that for now, I will enjoy every moment of our Saturday mornings.  Because I do also know that if I blink for a moment too long, it will be then.  It will be an empty nest Saturday and there will be no one to jump on my head to wake me at the crack of dawn, no mini shin guards to wrestle onto chubby calves, no bag of books and games to pack for the other… and no one to mind where we are or what we may miss.

Saturday Morning Soccer.   In all of it’s madness… I will notice it.  I will soak up every millisecond of these too short times and file it all somewhere.   I will consciously do this so that on that morning then,  I will be able to sit in my home and tuck my hands around my cup of coffee and then close my eyes and remember when….

Is it Saturday yet?   I cannot wait.

~K

April 1, 2011- Father-Daughter Dances

 

“On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do” – John Mayer

 

 

I’m so grateful my daughter has this Daddy.  He is gentle and strong, calm and smart.   He treasures their time together and puts it first on his priority list.   His influence in her life will shape who she is and help to form who she becomes.  He will grow with her-  be her rock, her sounding board and the soft place for her to fall.  And though she has no idea of this now, one day, it will be crystal clear.

Smiles, love and goodness…. Fathers and Daughters.

~K

March 31, 2011- Happiness

Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to yourself and others. ~ Buddha

 

I saw this today and wanted to share.

What I really liked about this is that on one hand, it seemed so logical, - of course your work and words should be a benefit to yourself and others.  Having said that, I’d like to think most of us strive towards this. 

I think the better part, about this quotation is in that our own personal happiness is  also obtained through our conscious decisions to make our work and our words positive and beneficial. 

I believe happiness  is what most of us are searching for.  And again, another point indicating that we ourselves have far more control over this than what we ever dare to consider.

My thoughts for today .

~K

March 25, 2011- Whew!

Whew!

It’s been a while.

My tulip blooms fell to the ground in a carpet of petals.  I took a picture.  Meant to write.  Lost track.  So if sometime in the future, you see a blog with tulip petals covering the ground, you’ll know it’s out of place… but still beautiful to remember after the fact.

It’s been awhile.

St. Patrick’s day came and went.  There were pictures of smiling faces surrounded with green.  Beads.  Smiles.   Shamrocks.   I had on my to do list to take note.  Capture a daffodil and a tulip next to the kids in green.  Sit and write.   It didn’t happen.

It’s been awhile.

My parents visited.   They came along and met many of my friends.  I was so proud.  I didn’t feel well.  I so appreciated having my mom here when I was under the weather.  I should have hauled myself, sick and all off of the bed to jot this down, to deliberately notice my sincere gratitude for her presence.   I didn’t.

It’s been awhile.

There’s been plenty to write about and plenty to take  notice of and plenty that I did not do.

The kids have both had serious health scares.   They were just scares.  They are perfect and healthy and it’s time to write.

It’s been awhile.  I’m so grateful.  Most of all today, for our health.   When this is questioned, everything else falls by the wayside.    It’s the most important.   Something easy to take for granted on good days.  Something that can completely disable you when it starts to unravel.

Health.

We’re back on the mend.     And I am more grateful than ever.

~K

March 5, 2011- There were three in the bed…

…. and the little one said, I wove you, I wove you.

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My husband was out of town for the evening and while at ten, I retired to bed alone, peacefully and with the dog at my feet, by midnight, I found myself in the same bed, with my dog still at my feet, but now my youngest child in the middle and my little girl on the other side.

I barely slept.   I smiled.  Watched them.  Noticed the quiet.   Loved the way they innately cuddled without waking the other.   Appreciated the moments all through the night.

And while now, I am tired, I am so grateful for this happy exhaustion.   It was not something for every night but for some reason in this special moment, it all fit and there we all were.  Three in the bed and a dog at my feet.

They woke up early and respectfully to the other- with my little guy smiling and saying ‘I wove you!’ and my older daughter laughing and moving closer.   We stayed in bed and cuddled and talked and watched cartoons together without a care in the world.

Perfectly perfect moments in time.  I may just be the luckiest girl in the world.

~K

March 4, 2011- Soccer Balls and Shin Guards and Tiny Cleats, …Oh My!

You know how people always say little girls are so much more fun to dress?   How the clothes are just so cute… all the fancy bows… and everything just so pink?!?

Well, I used to kind of agree.   You can’t beat the cuteness out of a little pair of ruffled pantaloons under a spring dress.

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That is, until you’ve seen a size 7.5 baby boys cleats and matching XXS shin guards.

It takes my breath away.   Who’d have thought?

~K

March 3, 2011- Where’ve you been??

I ran into a friend last night.  A friend with a very full schedule of responsibilities and busy agendas.  A full time business person, - smart and involved and a  mother of two beautiful children.  We exchanged hellos and hugs and then she looks at me…

Where’ve you been? 

I don’t really know what she’s talking about and so I begin to answer her question regarding my whereabouts.  I’ve been… well, at the car wash, the carpool line, soccer practice with Jay.  You know, I’ve been tutoring a lot, went to yoga twi----

No~  where’ve you been?  I’ve looked for your  writings this week and there’s been nothing there!  Not on either blog!  I’ve been looking forward to seeing what’s going on.

I’m floored.   Humbled.    Confused.  And then I realize, but of course, what a kind comment.  She knows I like to write and so she’s asking about my interests.  I’m sure she checks my blogs here and there, but with the regularity to know I’ve not written in a few days?  Hardly.  She continues…

The last I read was the blooming tulip tree.  I liked that.   But, nothing since… and I’ve been waiting!

Wow.  And so, this morning, I clear my mind with the writings that have been cluttering it, waiting to have their turn in this odd little space of mine.  Writings on my to do list, intending to be shared but not yet given the time. 

And before I do, a thank you to my dear friend.   Thank you, for your genuine interest.  Thank you for having faith in me and for your support of what I have to say and in how I choose to say it.   You made my day.

~K