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Take care of yourself

One Enormous Chair

My daughter remembers that when she was a child, I often walked around the house singing:  “All I want is a room somewhere – Far away from the cold night air – With one enormous chair – Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely!” Then there were the parts of that song about “lots of choc’lates for me to eat”, “sitten’abso-bloomin’-lutely still till spring crept over the window sill”, and “someone who takes good care of me”, BUT…then there was my real life.  I often wasn’t even aware that I was singing or humming that tune – As usual absorbed in what I must get done.  My mind was occupied, but my mouth opened and out popped what I was longing for.

What lovely thing are you longing for that you could actually have today with little effort?  Maybe it’s as simple as having your own drawer where the scissors never disappear. (I wonder what happened to all those scissors?)




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The flow of your own expression.

Do what you love.

On many days after I had worked at my school counselor job all day and then picked up my kids from day care, taken them to sports practice, shopped for food, cooked dinner, listen to sibling squabbles, done yard work, cleaned house, bathed the younger kids, etc. etc. etc.  I would be so tired that I thought it would take too much effort to run my own bath water.  But then I realized that if I made sure to take that time for me, it made all the difference.  (Lavender made it even better.)  After that hot soak I would have renewed energy to draw, write in my journal, put on some music and dance around the house, or listen to my kids – Really listen. I think my bathtub helped keep me more alive during those years.

What small, everyday actions help keep you more alive?

Memorable Moments


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Hat Art

Birthday Art Hat


Every year at birthdays I would decorate the round oak table in the kitchen with crepe paper streamers spiraling out in all directions from the light fixture above with the other ends of the streamers taped to the walls.  A bunch of balloons and a hand-made Happy Birthday sign were hung in the center and birthday presents and cake were arranged on the table.  Each child could count on that arrangement being there, when they awoke on all of their birthdays.  The kids did that for me too.  This ritual was predictable, anticipated and discovered on that special morning with sparkling eyes and smiles. I didn’t write these things down at the time.  I might not remember each of those birthdays, but I remember that we always did this. I wonder what the kids remember. I think these small gestures are what were most important to my children.  They might not remember the presents they received, but I think  they remember the presence of their famly in those moments.

What small, predictable, memorable moments do you have with your children?

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Go with the Flow.

Flow with your family.

Welcome, Mothers! I’m glad you are here.  I hope you will return often to share your motherhood thoughts and experiences – The good, the bad and the ugly.   I plan to share a post each week.  To get us started I will begin sharing some of my experiences.  Thinking back on these, I say, “What was I thinking?” But I remind myself that I was a single mother of four children for many years and was exhausted and overwhelmed most of the time.  I wasn’t as present as I would have liked -  Falling asleep in the middle of a bedtime story was a common occurrence, but that was minor compared to this:

My 12 year old son, in the back yard, tying rope handles onto a large inner tube in a huge ice storm.  Me, carrying laundry, looking out the patio door.  Hmmm… rope… inner tube… LOTS of ice… the creek’s really high!

Oh well, towels in my bathroom, undies in my drawer.  Suddenly, out my bedroom window I see him, floating down the raging, freezing cold creek, WITHOUT a life jacket, grasping dead blackberry vines on the other side of the creek with his BARE hands trying to save his life!

Miraculously, a small, ice-covered tree fell over the creek right next to him, giving him a bridge to safety! What was I thinking?! Why didn’t I stop him, when he was tying those rope handles?!

Lack of presence. My mind was occupied – My wits weren’t about me. I was a single mom.

Your turn.