But what about those RED CUPS?

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Really, who is even upset about this? I keep hearing from the side that thinks it is ridiculous (as do I) but I’ve yet to see anyone who has complained.
Hey this is such a “non problem” it is hard to believe it is not a joke. I know lots of conservatives and lots of Christians and NONE of them give a hoot whether there are snowflakes on the dang cups.
Honestly, this a prime example of a “First World” non-problem that someone thinks it deserves attention. I looked up “who complained” and it looks like it started with some self-proclaimed conservative blogger. Someone who does not speak for me, nor do I think he speaks for conservatives, or Christians, or liberals. He’s just a person with an opinion.
I’m not at “War on Christmas” and yet, I don’t send Christmas cards via our business. ((Horrors))) I send Thanksgiving cards because it is a truly American Holiday and we have so much to be thankful for. I REPEAT; we have so much to be thankful for!!
Sadly, it is not just this issue, but so many other unimportant things that people are complaining about that is wrong with America… again, I say really this is worth all this uproar?   America has some issues because we are made of humans…many different kinds of humans with vast differences in our backgrounds and experiences, but we are working it out day by day. We humans are fallible and we are changing and growing, so give each other the benefit of the doubt. Be more accepting and understanding.
Every day I see things that I could take offense to, things I don’t agree with or believe in. And yes, there are some things important enough to speak out about; speak out about respectfully. However, if we don’t stop doing this, taking offense to Every, Little, Thing, and if we don’t try understanding and accepting our differences, we will tear apart everything that is good in America.
Better than our faults, there is so much right about America it could fill a library. We have people from every race and nation on the globe; freedom of religion; freedom of speech; we are generous; we are fair (to a fault); we have the breadbasket of the world within our borders; we have opportunities; we have mountains and oceans; vast plains and beaches; lakes and rivers; cities and farms; grocery stores and food banks; homes and shelters; buses and cars; and by gosh coffee shops, with hot coffee in red cups.
In this month of Thanksgiving, please give thanks for it all.

BEAR

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I love my little piece of paradise; it’s nestled in the tall trees, across the road from the river, at the base of Mount Si.

My yard is mostly wild, but some landscaping with flowers, bamboo and fruit trees. There is a little pear tree that produces, maybe, one pear a year and a crabapple tree that produces a bounty of tart little apples consistently year after year. Not eating apples for us humans, but over the years I have enjoyed watching the animals as they wonder through the yard enjoy the bounty from this little tree…rabbits, and raccoons, opossums (shudder), deer and the elk.
 

For a few years there was a deer with two fawns that would wander through and eat the fallen apples, after they were gone she’d try to reach for the ones on the low branches. One day Chris went outside and moved slowly towards the tree. Amazingly enough, the deer must have known what he had planned, because even though she moved away, she didn’t go far. Chris shook the tree lightly and a few apples fell. She moved back in with her fawns and ate them as Chris watched nearby. He moved closer, and she stayed closer, as he shook the tree again. This scene repeated itself many days over the next few weeks. Deer eating what had fallen to the ground, and patiently waiting as Chris increased the supply.

 Once the elk group, almost too small to call a herd usually 13 -20, came through the yard. There was a bit of a battle over the apples. Some of the larger elk could reach the apples on the low branches and the ones on the ground were being eaten by the others. When the large elk could find no more in the tree, he soon decided he would dominate the ones one the ground. He lowered his antlers and chased the others away. He’d go back to eating, then chase intruders again as they got close. Occasionally another elk would get a few before he’d get around the tree again.

Just a little side story here too. The elk eat my garden as well. They love daffodils, roses, bamboo, bulbs of any kind which they pull up by the roots and tomatoes. I resorted to having a patio of flowers and potted tomatoes but that did not deter Mr. Elk who we once caught on camera with his head and huge rack learning over onto the patio to get the newly ripened cherry tomatoes. Sigh… but the way I see it they were here first and they give me much more pleasure than they take.

So that’s how it would go, year after year, the little apple tree providing food for my forest friends and they providing enjoyment for me. It remained my little bit of paradise.

Then a few years ago, I noticed another forest creature was enjoying the fruit from the crabapple tree. Not that I saw it but because it left a nice little surprise outside my door. I used my “super tracker” instincts which told me it had been eating apples. It was Bear!

Mr (or Ms) Bear was not as sweet to have around. Yes the elk ate the roses, but Bear turned over the trash and Bear came onto the patio and dumped an entire kettle of peanut oil. Bear once dragged an entire bag of fertilizer onto the edge of the lawn and ripped it open; must have thought there would be a nice treat inside but was disappointed I am sure. One great benefit from that is that the weeds and blackberries grow beautifully there now. All the same, my mind was set to be more cautious of Bear and when he might be around.

So time goes on and last year the deer arrived on schedule as the apples began to fall. After a warm sunny summer, the tree was full of apples. Everything was as usual in my little corner of paradise, until one afternoon I returned home and found small broken limbs and leaves covering the ground under the apple tree. My first thought was that the elk were here trying to reach the lower branches but really didn’t think much beyond that. The next evening I returned home and my little apple tree was leaning over on the ground, uprooted, main branches snapped and the tree nearly destroyed! What on earth? I went to my security cameras and there it was — Bear!!

He had climbed my little apple tree to greedily get every apple he could. He ventured out onto the little branches near the top; they broke easily under his weight of probably 400 pounds or more. Then as he continued to climb, he uprooted my little tree and it fell over. After which, Bear, ate all the apples off the tree.

Sad, but after all he is a wild bear; he and his ancestors were here before me and my apple tree as well. Saddest part of all was that even though we propped the little apple tree back up and sealed the open wound from the broken branch (actually half the tree as it was broken at the “Y” in the trunk), my little apple tree did not produce fruit this year. Therefore, none of the wildlife benefited from its free fruit. All because Bear was greedy (or very hungry) and wanted more and more…he wanted it all. I know Bear did not have the conscious to know his greed; he was after all just a bear but his actions destroyed the food supply just the same.

Now I come to the real reason I am writing this story. This morning as I left for work, I looked over at my poor little apple tree and wondered how many years it would take for it to recover and produce its tart little crabapples again. I thought about Bear and his actions and wondered if there was an analogy here, a lesson to be learned. Whether it be the fish taken from the ocean, the fossil fuels, the trees downed in the rain forest or the way money is used and wasted in running the country. Does there come a time when it is discovered that we have destroyed the very thing that provides our needs because of our desire to want more, take more, and use more? Is it time to rethink the giving and taking? Should there be more thought about not taking more than we need just because it there and recognizing that at some point there will be nothing left to give? There is a provision to use and share, however, there should be an awareness and knowledge that unless there is planning and conserving, next year the cycle may not repeat and continued benefit for all, will be lost.

~ Oh September

Good night August and Good Morning September!

I Love September!  The last few warm days of Summer – cool crisp air in the mornings with that unique September scent. It reminds me of early morning walks to the school bus stop.

I love it because some of my favorite people were born in September – my grandmother, my Auntie, many of my “sisters” and me.

The new year is January 1st but September to me always seemed like a new start. Probably because it was the beginning of the school year and because my age ticked over another year but later in life I learned it is the beginning of God’s timetable for the New Year (Rosh Hashanah) which often begins in September. It makes sense now. It’s a time for a change, reassessing my life and purpose; turning my back on what’s behind and looking forward to the year ahead.

So Happy September everyone! Be blessed and enjoy

Blessed

Today, February 17,  it is 64 degrees out; the trees are blooming, the birds are singing and last night the sunset at the river was breathtaking. Once again I think how blessed I am.  Truly the best things in life are free.
The window washers came this morning and I took time to smell the roses!

The past few days I have seen in my yard; a small herd of female elk, Erkle (my pet elk), a deer with two fawns, the black bear on video in my trash :-), a wide variety of bunnies, and a family of raccoons.

I look out my clean windows to a gorgeous view of Mt Si and the cliffs are dotted with the mountain goats, there are eagles and hawks not to mention the Canadian geese, the robins, the stellar jays, the nuthatches and the black capped chickadees. There are herons in the marshes along the low areas.

Sunday we plucked two little frogs out of the pool and to be so small they sure have a loud song!

I drive 4 miles to the office and I pass pastures with horses, lamas, alpacas, cows with little calves, one pasture even has a group of Texas longhorns, I cross two branches of the Snoqualmie River and quite often I see the elk are crossing. As I drive past a large field of cows in the middle stands one lone coyote looking around…I don’t believe he could take any of them on!

All this surrounded by towering 70 ft douglas firs, cedars and evergreen trees. Blooming rhodies and azaleas, flowering plum trees full of pink blossoms and hundreds of tulips and daffodils…

and I say to myself… What a Wonderful World

Trish B – 27 April 2010

February 14th

Valentines Day: Another one of those holidays people have intense emotions about, both good and bad; I do not feel strongly either way but observe with purpose.

My ‘Valentine’ is away again this year as it quite often happens. No big deal, I’m not heart broken, distraught or tearing my hair out because I didn’t get a hallmark card, roses and a big-hunk-of-love bear!

I don’t want any of those things. I get plenty of things I do want many times throughout the year because my valentine is a person who works very hard and he shares the fruits of his labor with those I love. My family, friends, and people in need. He took a trip to Israel with my Mother, 79, in tow and looked after her with saintly patience; he’s gives generously to help others make a house payments, pay for surgery, legal representation, needed transportation, provide firewood or buy groceries. He doesn’t just give funds he gives of himself. What precious free time he has, he’ll do consulting pro-bono, fix garage doors, help people move, make car repairs, drive little ladies to the doctor or across the pass to comfort someone with a sick family member, and together we are pros at hospital visits.

I didn’t get big red paper heart; I have Valentine with a real heart filled with compassion and love.

When he is in town, we spend valentine’s day sharing love with others; dinner with old friends, widows or those alone. It seems natural to spend this day sharing love with those around us maybe those who are feeling unloved and need to know someone cares.

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One of the sweetest Valentines days I can remember was three years ago. Mine was gone and I went across the street for dinner. I quietly read my messages and watched a little girl at the table next to me happily drawing the pink wild roses that were in the vase on the table. Her parents were in deep conversation about their day and I would occasionally glance over as she would finish one drawing and start another attempting to perfect her art. My dinner came, they finished theirs and left. As she walked past me I looked up and we exchanged smiles. I continued with my dinner and a minute later there was a tap on my shoulder and this beautiful little blond was beside me with one of her drawings in hand. She said, ‘Here this is for you,” and with that she skipped off out the door to where here parents were waiting by the car.

My heart melted and I was filled with joy! Yes, she had it! Spreading joy and love to others. Nice on February 14th but beautiful throughout the year.

On the Wings of a Snow White Dove

White doves,  the symbol of peace, love, purity, gentleness and innocence.

That was Lovey Dovey.   We got her in 1998 from a young man who had been homeschooled and she moved to our home with our homeschooler.  She came with a mate and we built a dovecot beside our house for them to live.  However, the dangers of the wild are fierce and one summer evening while they were sleeping a hawk reached through the wire with his talons and grabbed her mate. He had also grabbed at Lovey Dovey but she managed to escape; her wing was injured but she was alive.

We brought her inside and nursed her back.  Her injured wing would always hang down but she could still flutter about.  She had a perch she would sit on as the boy did his schoolwork and she always was eager to coo in converse with anyone who would participate. The boy was particularly good at “Dovey Language.”

As time passed and the boy grew we spent less time at home, so Lovey Dovey came to live at the office.

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She was the calming force on many a tense day.  Everyone loved Lovey and would stop to say good morning or chat.  Over time everyone began to call her Birdie.

She loved the attention; people in the office would come and get her and let her sit at their desk while they worked.  She especially liked Howard.  Howard talked to her and even long after he retired, when he would come to visit Birdie would perk up at the sound of his voice.  It was love.

She was a fascination for children who would visit the office as she was so gentle; she would calmly rest on their fingers without a fuss and pose for photos with them.

Birdie had become the office mascot!

She was the star of a a video we produced for a Christian organization; as a symbol of God’s Peace.

Every year in November she would be posed in some elaborate photo shoot for the company’s  annual Thanksgiving card.  All in all she was a very good sport about it, although there were times things got a little crazy.  If someone had been taking pictures of me and Colleen as we cooed and tried to catch her attention to look this way or that, I am sure we would have made a comical video.

Birdie had been a little slow and quiet lately.  Getting on in years, she had been part of our family since 1998, but still last week she cooperated as we set her up for her annual photo shoot.

This morning we came in and it was apparent Lovey Dovey was going to leave us.  I picked her up and held her until she passed.

Even as she  passed there was a beauty and peace about her.  I imagined her flying up into a deep blue sky as if on her way to heaven.

She was all the things listed above and she was more; she was perfect.  Her wing was crippled, but she is soaring now.

Halloween – Love it, Hate it or in Between – You Choose

It is that time of year again Autumn the season of Halloween and Thanksgiving; two diabolically different occasions.

I am not a fan of Halloween.  As a kid I remember dressing up and going trick or treating wearing one of those hard plastic masks. I even let my kids go; although with my youngest we’d dress him up and go to the mall it was more a big costume party.

However, even when I was little I had an uneasiness about Halloween.  I grew up in a Southern Baptist church in a small town and I still remember how terrified I was at six years of age, when they converted the Sunday School classrooms into a “House of Horror”.  The lights were out and one of the older kids took me by the hand to lead me through.  I was made to put my hand into a bowl of brains and eyeballs and guts.  I panicked and began crying until they let me out to the room.  Later they showed me it was just spaghetti, grapes, jello; didn’t take much to terrify me.

I have never liked scary movies, horror movies, satanic movies and during October –  yep,  that’s pretty much all that is on TV. I’ve never seen the Exorcist, or a Freddie movie, no Chainsaw Massacre, no Shining, no Omen and no Vampires… you get the picture.  I remember when I was a young adolescent watching Alfred Hitchcock and Twilight Zone or Night Gallery with Rod Sterling with my mother.  We would huddle on the couch, lock the door and I’d stay awake half the night seeing shadows in the dark!

So pretty much for me that was the extent of it.  Since then I have been guided by the knowledge that once something is in my mind it is nearly impossible to erase.  I just choose not to fill it horror, evil or demonic visions.  I believe there is enough real horror in the world without having to deal with someone’s vivid imagined horror and terror.

Evil exists, I get that but I don’t think having the memory of it existing in my head is of any life changing or edifying benefit.  A personal choice.

So I take a deep breath.  Tomorrow is a new day, a new month and a new focus.  November –  Thanksgiving,  a season of gratitude and giving thanks.  I can grasp onto that.

Reason, Season or Lifetime

Do you know the story; People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME? I have found it to be true.

People that are in my life for a REASON come and go, usually in a short time and when they are gone, I am sometimes sad…sometimes glad. Afterwards, I think of them occasionally but usually do not make contact.

People who come for a SEASON, I have a deeper relationship with. They usually reveal a hidden truth in my life and always carry a special place in my heart. When the season is over whether a year or ten years, I always remember them fondly and when I see them occasionally, it always makes me happy.

People who come in to my life for a LIFETIME, well you now that is pretty self explanatory except to say they are the family that God gave me to replace the broken family that I had. They are always near and dear to my heart and even some I have not seen in 10 or 20 years. We call and write each and and stay in touch and when they need me or I need them they are always there. They are the family of my heart.

Life’s Clock

Originally written April 21, 2013.  Little did I know that in few short weeks my life would be turned upside down and I would be looking at the reality that I could lose my son to a deadly illness.  Lesson, lived.  Remember we do not know what tomorrow will bring; live as if today might be your last.

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I woke up this morning and heard a statement on a morning show that put me on a thought path that is just playing over and over in my head today.

The Statement was: (Paraphrased) The victims of last week’s bombing and the explosion in Texas had no idea when they left there house that morning that day would be their last.

Reporter Lee Cowan said, it …” serves as reminder that we don’t get to set life’s clock.” and that while we all think we have a tomorrow to say whatever we need to say sometimes tomorrow never comes.

Then as this theme is running through my head, I am working upstairs trying to catch up on accounting there is a movie playing in the background called “What If.” Similar thought and theme. We are all so busy with life and goals that we let it interfere with living and letting those we love know how much we appreciate them.

To that end. All my friends know that I appreciate you all. Hopefully at times along the way I have succeeded in showing you how much I care and love you; but please forgive me when I have failed to listen, put other things less important first and have done and said stupid things that hurt you. Forgive my humanness, selfishness and impatience.

I will try and hear more carefully what I say and watch more carefully in how respond. I pray that I will always be reminded that “I do not get to set life’s clock.”

Sadly Evil Exists

Life for me rolls along and from the comfort my home I hear the stories of missing planes, planes shot from the sky, wars, suffering, children dying and suffering, people being beheaded, riots, anger… I want to believe there is good to be found in everyone, but I am beginning to see how that belief can become a fatal flaw.

It is distressing;  what can I do to help in the bigger picture?
Give, speak up, pray?  Sometimes I wonder if any of it helps. I don’t understand evil, but must acknowledge it exists and understand sometimes it takes fighting back to defeat it.  I am thankful those who step up to fight that battle for me (us).

http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/a-blind-spot-for-sheer-evil/

Fatherless

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Celebrate your Fathers today,
Know that you are blessed
To have had a loving guiding protector,
That allowed your soul to rest.

To a girl without a Father,
Life lessons were hard learned.
Looking to fill that empty space
In a heart that always yearned.

Substitutes stepped in at times
With promises to love and protect,
But they always went their own way
and left a heart with reject.

I envied and I longed
For a Father to hold in times of need,
Offering comfort With his strong arms ~
In every word and deed.

Now I know, I always had a Father dear.
Present at every trial and turn, sending down his love;
Each time life’s journey overwhelmed,
He was watching from above.

Fathers Day, yet I have none on earth to call my own,
But in heaven I have a wondrous One.
And I will see my Abba’s face,
When my days on earth are done.

Trish 2014©️

Father’s Day – 15 June 2014 @ 12:45

Unspoken Thoughts

You know those thoughts that linger around your mind, ones that speak truths to you that you do not want to acknowledge, not even to your closest friends or spouse?

They capture a fear within. A fear that if they materialize into words you will forever regret giving them voice.

You rebuke them in your prayers, turning them over to God but they still whisper.

Then it happens. A quiet moment with your partner, your soul mate, the conversation opens to a crossroad with those thoughts.  One of you brushes the edge and the other realizes those thoughts are not only troubling you.

For the briefest second you look at each other as if you have each bared your soul and realize the reality those thoughts could become.  You look at the stark truth together and take a deep breath.

It is done. They are acknowledged to one another, you are not alone with them. You realize you share something very deep.  A message to your soul.

It is a relief. A moment that you realize how closely bonded you really are. You wonder if those thoughts are preparing you for some future time.

The thoughts still linger.  However, you won’t speak of it again.  Only once.

Once was enough to see into each others heart and know your deepest hidden unspoken thoughts are journeying together.

1 March 2014 at 06:08

A Long Hard Summer

1 September 2013

Summer – Memorial Day to Labor Day the season I long for the other 8 months in the year, but this has been one long hard summer.

It’s Labor day weekend and I am sitting in  a hospital room watching my son sleep.  Rewind to Memorial Day;  I was doing the same thing but the morning of Memorial Day little did I know the events that lay ahead.

I went from the unknown, to harsh reality, to moments when I was afraid to breathe for fear that if I took a breath time would move forward in a way I couldn’t bear.

On the darkest days in my soul, I would look outside at a glorious blue sky and the views of Puget Sound and the mountains.  They were reminders of the beauty in nature.  The gifts God gives us all to take in and give us pause, to take a deep breath; to know that the God who created all this majesty, beauty and glory cares for me.

Today we have more answers;  there are still challenges ahead, but I know that the love, support and prayers of all my friends and family that saw us through this long summer will help us support him through the all of these.

Summer; that gap in between Memorial Day to Labor Day ~ I didn’t mow my grass once, didn’t get into the pool, didn’t see my garden flourish with blossoms.  However,  I did enjoy the green pastures of God’s lawn surrounded by my friends that were flowers to my soul and I dove deep into the pool of God’s love.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul;
Psalms 23:1-3

Journeying

Journeying
26 July 2014 at 19:56
From July 22, 2013

I’m journeying on.

In the center –not the young, or the grown but in need, and not the old on their way to you but still journeying the in this world.

DSCN2621Life In the crossroads. laughing at where I’ve been, the joy and the wonders, the sorrow and the tears.

Knowing that, I question where to turn and what turns lie ahead?

Understanding I am weak and small.

Generations previous faced these same questions and cross roads.

Did they just keep putting right over left and walk life out to end … Or did they find the answers to all its meaning purpose?

Longing and desiring answers and directions — are we just a speck in massively expansive universe?

Am a I just a grain of sand on a massive beach where we are indistinguishable one another from the other? is there something unique and different on this small crystal?

Will life on earth be different, better or worse. because I was a speck on your beach?

Journeying on, trying to understand – but all I can do is love you till the end of my time.

When to Hold On and When to Let Go

22 July 2013

Some time back I saw this message and wrote it down.  I was trying to reconcile a relationship and work out the steps of moving forward because I wanted so badly for it to continue.  Sadly, I am slowly learning a deeper lesson from it.

Forgive“Sometimes you choose to forgive people simply because you still want them in your life” … and sometimes doing so is futile because when you are dealing with mental illness or shear toxic self-absorbed behaviors there is no reconciliation, no peace, no harmony.

If that someone cannot address you with a civil tone, show some compassion and remain silent when there is no benefit in what is said; then your spirit and soul are better off removed from them.

Lies, manipulation, controlling, abusive, narcissistic, self-absorbed, playing the victim role, refusing to see their own faults and failures…these things lead to a heartache and destruction.

There comes a time to heal. Move beyond, and live a life free of the discontentment and destructive behaviors. Not everyone will grow and mature at the same pace but in their time, through life’s experiences, they will.

There comes a time to be set free from the crazy, the drama, the abuse. At those times, you are better off without certain people in your life.  Hard lesson but true… and sadly I am removing people from my life in the hope they can no longer hurt me and the ones I love.

So… “Sometimes you choose to forgive people even though you know they cannot remain in your life.”

A Mother’s Love

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If a mother’s love could heal,
No one would ever see
A heart that’s aching for so long
As I can see in thee.

If a Mother’s heart could heal,
The pain would say adieu
The despair and grief would melt away.
Your bright future would shine through.

If a mother’s love could heal,
Wounds would disappear:
Mighty strength would return
And the answers would be clear.

Oh if a Mother’s heart could heal,
I know mine would have done,
Because never has a heart so loved
As I have for you dear son (one).

Emyloom 2013©️

PGB

Respect and Accept

I am hoping I have adequate words to express my views. Out of respect, I am posting this on my own wall because although it is in response to a recent posts it is applicable to others.

To start, not everyone that believes in the Bible is a bigoted person and not every bigot believes in the Bible or God for that matter. I find myself more and more these days being insulted by people who may not even know they are tramping on my beliefs and they do not really know what my beliefs are. They have only lumped me into a group of people that have nothing in common with me.

Most Christians I know are loving, compassionate, caring people who serve quietly in the background.

Secondly, not all liberals are what they are painted to be, and not all conservatives are either. Not all successful people are greedy and not all the poor are lazy.

Recently someone in my group of aquaintences was lamenting that the new pope was just another white man that was going to oppress all those poor Catholic women. This person was neither Catholic or a Christian. When I suggested that the Catholics might not feel that way, I was enlightened with that persons view of the world.

Why are  we as a people are so polarized?  There is no human or group that I agree with completely. I have believing friends that I have vastly different political views,  but they seem not to understand that when they call conservatives idiots, they are lumping part of me into that characterization as well. We as a nation have different views, many of us come from different cultures and backgrounds, when we stand “firmly right” on our side, we leave no room to find the things we have in common that can bring us together.

The respect for each others views has been lost in the political battleground to be right.

Please stop categorizing people in groups and just reach out and get to know people for who they are and what they believe. Have discussions about differences with respectful speech and accepting hearts.

Religion

Sigh…

Wish I could/would stop questioning…everything.

Find myself somewhat lost.

Religion…. I am conflicted.

The religion of my youth is gone.

Cannot embrace the doctrines or false doctrines.

Christian holidays no longer have meaning.

Missing many, however

Cannot shake the feeling I am being a pretender.

Going through the motions but have not deep conviction.

I don’t fit in.

Possibly have given up.

Mother of Three Sons

by Trish B on Monday, 19 September 2011 at 17:07

For over forty-one years
I had a son with me.
First one, then two, then one,
Two briefly and back to one.
A total of three.

They, all three, have never ceased to;
Amaze me, puzzle me, surprise me;
Love me.
They’ve scared me, challenged me,
Pushed me to a level I didn’t think I had the strength to go.

Through the eyes of my sons,
I have learned about every snail in the garden;
That under any rock one might find a salamander,
I’ve seen Lizards and gecko’s found from our backyard and around the world
Beaches are places where we find, crabs, starfish, and little fishes in the pools.

I’ve been a nurse to countless abandoned and injured birds,
Walked the forest to find, the smallest fragment of a robin shell under a tree,
Long-lost feathers from every type of mysterious bird, and
Every acorn, seed pod and piece of drift wood is a treasure.
They’d find the tiniest flowers that I may have over-looked.
Had the careful, watchful eye of a boy, not been beside me.

My sons have had every pet imaginable, from
Stick bugs, to hermit crabs to hedgehogs to Snakes
Goldfish, tropical fish, chickens, ducks and doves.
Hamsters that we mourned when we thought gone, but only hibernating
And once even a grasshopper that came back from CA on the plane.
A handful cats and a couple of dogs that lived long past the boyhood years.

I’ve cheered them on at baseball games,
Served my volunteer time at the concession stand,
Watched football games in the cold;
Soccer in the rain and basketball in the hot gym.
All for enjoyment,
Only to realize to some parents this is a very serious competitive thing.

There have been times of mischief and trouble,
Mistakes forgotten and forgiven.
I’ve seen their hearts broken by girls from the age of 5 to 33;
It never gets any easier boy to man.
Losses from wars, life changing accidents and fate…
Some of those memories still weigh heavy on my heart,
I survived it all, and came out a stronger, maybe a little wiser too.

Some days I wish I could go back;
And be more patient, more understanding, more loving,
Take more time to listen and not be in such a hurry.
That we could play more, talk more.
Some days, I long to just sit and cuddle
With a little boy who thinks I’m his whole world.

Sadly, I can’t have that time back,
I do know that they all love me.
Sometimes they have to put up with me.
Like when I want to be a matchmaker or I fret or worry.
I am the mother of three sons; I am very blessed.

Trish 2011©️