As a participant in the Zero to Hero challenge my 11th task is to be a good neighbor, leave at least three comments and share some links you love with your readers.
I try to comment on posts that touch my emotions. Some make me laugh. Some make me cry. Some make me think. Some teach me. There is a variety of topics that can be found, an abundance of sites you can learn from and opinions on any subject matter can be found. I would call WordPress the Webster’s Dictionary of Life.
Today, instead of linking to those sites that I may have commented on I am choosing to pick one of my sites that has touched my heart.
We have never met. We have never emailed each other. We have never spoken. Yet I find myself thinking about her every day. Although the site isn’t what one would define as exciting, it is the epitome of what WordPress is all about. To be honest, I am not even sure how I stumbled upon it. She is someone in need. She is doing all the right things, therapy, medicine, religion, self-improvement, etc. but still cannot find the answers. Perhaps if she knew your story, or if knew she was not alone, it would lift her spirits. Sometimes people just need to hear different opinions or be exposed to different outlooks. Sometimes people just need a purpose. She is an awesome photographer and can be found at Anne F Kelly 62.
I don’t have a lot of followers, so I encourage people to re-blog my post, or to link her site on yours so others can contact her and perhaps enrich her life.
My Thanksgiving this year is not one I would call traditional. We were planning a small dinner with the boys, late in the evening so they could spend time with their other folks earlier in the day. But things didn’t come together as we had planned. One of our older boys was going to Lousiana to see his grandparents with his mother. Our youngest, who lives with us, was going to his Mom’s for a feast and Christmas tree decorating. And our other two boys were going to their Aunt Kathy’s house for the traditional Hispanic Thanksgiving consisting of turkey and tamales along with all the trimmings. My husband and I saw this as “our opportunity”. No cooking. No cleaning. Just a quick lunch at the local cafeteria. Heavenly.
The morning was amazing. While the hubby is on a time clock, you know the one, early to rise early to bed, I am not. My sleep is sporadic to say the least and the first opportunity I had to sleep in I took it. After a quick shower I decided to skip the make up and just put on a little lip stick. That’s when my day changed.
About 11:30 I got a text from one of the boys asking what time dinner was. The “Oh Shit!” factor kicked in immediately. Did I forget to tell one of them I wasn’t cooking? I had to confess that I had a communication problem and apologize to him. That was followed by a “NM Happy Thanksgiving anyway” He was fine. I think. C’mon! He had turkey and tamales waiting.
As the lipstick was gliding on my bottom lip I realized that I grabbed the wrong tube from my make up bag. Not that “Frosted Apricot” wasn’t my color, it just looked better on my mother. This was the tube of lipstick I found in her purse when she passed away. I never use it. I just always have it with me. The scent brought back memories of her hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. God, what I would give to have one of those hugs again.
Later that day, after our delightful cafeteria meal, it was time for an afternoon nap. Something we both had time to do since there was no cooking and cleaning. (Big, big smiles here) I cuddled up on the couch with a little black blanket that was left in my car after a trip to San Antonio with a very dear friend. We used to meet every year in October for the Women of Faith conference . I have not been able to connect with her. My emails are not rejected just unanswered. Her phone still rings but has no voice mail. I’ve often thought of driving to her home town to hunt her down, but why? She knows how to reach me. I miss her, but I am sure she is fine. People change. Relationships change. Sadly, I skipped Women of Faith this year, but I will be back next year. And every year after that.
By not having the typical hustle and bustle this Thanksgiving, I was able to take some time to reflect and think about those who are no longer with me. People who I have loved and lost. The very same people who have played a part in molding me into the person I am today. People who have touched my life in a way no one else has been able to. I was able to take the time to be thankful for not only those I cherish today but also for those I cherished yesterday.
The oldest boy called me late evening on Thanksgiving day. He called to say “Thanks Mom”. This was the first Thanksgiving in years that he didn’t get any of my peach cobbler. Sigh.
I didn’t really think too much about my Dad on Thanksgiving. It’s not like I have a tube of his lipstick. Or one of his old blankets. Next year maybe I’ll pop open a can of Lone Star beer and be thankful for the alcoholism that runs in my family.
Ah yes, next year. When I cook. No matter what. Even if its only peach cobbler.
Saw this in church today. And it made me laugh. Smiles!
Inspired by Today’s Daily Prompt: My favorite toy
Being the youngest of five kids money was stretched pretty far. We didn’t really want for much but at the same time we didn’t really have much either. I was the baby and the only girl of us five siblings, so as luck would have it I was slightly spoiled. My brothers would argue about the word slightly that I use so loosely. Whatever boys, this is my story so I will remember things my way.
I recall having an imaginary friend that I treasured the most. His name was Jimmy Joe. Don’t ask me why he wasn’t a she named Sarah Sue, I’ve often wondered that and have never come up with an answer. We lived in very small town, Lake Village, Indiana. I used to play with Jimmy Joe in the dirt under our trailer home. One day Jimmy Joe got lost. I can remember my mom outside with me yelling and screaming frantically “Jimmy Joe where are you? Where are you Jimmy Joe?”. My mom must have really loved me or she was just plain crazy. We never found Jimmy Joe and I moved on to Weeble Wobbles.
I loved my Weeble Wobbles, what few I had. You know the song “weebles wobble but we don’t fall down”. How could you forget? One year my parents saved up enough money to get me a weeble wobble house for Christmas. That was the same year I found out Santa wasn’t real because me and one of my brothers had this bright idea to stay awake and watch Mom and Dad in the reflection of the fish tank while they “played Santa”.
The weeble wobble house was the coolest thing on earth. But thanks to my brothers we learned very quickly that the house couldn’t survive an explosion. You see, my brothers thought it would be funny to load it with firecrackers and set it on fire. I can still hear the explosion.
Yeah, not so funny. To my brothers, I thank you for taking the beatings from Dad for all of my wrong doings, for protecting the baby girl in the family. But you guys deserved that one. RIP Weeble Wobbles!
Presidential Proclamation– National Grandparents Day, 2013
NATIONAL GRANDPARENTS DAY, 2013
BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
In every corner of our country and across all walks of life, grandparents are a tremendous source of wisdom, strength, and joy. They are caregivers, teachers, and friends — windows to the past and guideposts for the future. On National Grandparents Day, America pauses to honor the bedrocks of our families and thank every grandmother and grandfather for their immeasurable contributions to our country.
Our grandparents’ generations made America what it is today. They led our Nation through times of war, heralded new ages of innovation, and tested the limits of human imagination. They challenged longstanding prejudices and shattered barriers, both cultural and scientific. In our homes and our communities, grandparents pass down the values that have led generations of Americans to live well and give back. As individuals, as families, and as a society, we have an unshakable obligation to provide the care and support our grandparents have earned. Together, let us guarantee the right of every American to live out their golden years in dignity and security.
Today, we reflect on the ways our grandparents have enriched our lives, and we celebrate their contributions to the life of our Nation.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, BARACK OBAMA, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim September 8, 2013, as National Grandparents Day. I call upon all Americans to take the time to honor their own grandparents and those in their community.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this sixth day of September, in the year of our Lord two thousand thirteen, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-eighth.