Thank you for teaching your children how to open doors,
not just for a lady, but for anyone who needs a hand.
Thank you for letting your feelings show,
with a kiss, bear hug and tears, no matter who's around.
Thank you for exemplifying partnership in all you do,
from laundry, dishes and cooking, to mopping up the floors.
Thank you for carrying heavy loads,
long nights and endless meetings, to toddlers climbing on your back.
Thank you for telling stories,
tales to entertain at bed, and tales to encourage and share lessons learned.
Thank you for loving well,
in the hard times and the good; when it's easy and it's not.
Thank you for living by example,
in not just what you say, but what you do.
Thank you for living by example,
in not just what you say, but what you do.
Thank you for being here. For the soccer games, ballet recitals, family dinner nights, s'mores by the campfire, dance parties, bike rides, story time and backyard baby pools. And for the scraped knees, boo boo kisses, thrown peas, exploding diapers, sleepless nights, broken bikes, sibling fights, and temper tantrums, too.
Thank you for it all. We love you more than you know.
I don’t write as much as I would like to these days. A lot has changed in my life over the past year and a half, and while it’s full in the best of ways, it is also very busy.
I’ve also stepped back from writing because of the change in our country over the past year and half. You may have noticed that public discourse on social platforms has not been the most courteous as of late. To be honest, it’s just plain discouraging and I haven’t really wanted to be a part of it. After the election last year, I was depressed. I was in shock. I was angry. I don’t think I could have expressed myself well, most certainly not civilly or kindly. So I was quiet. Silent.
But silence doesn't change anything. And in some cases, I think it can actually hurt.
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| “Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” - Abraham Lincoln |
So it's been a while. I originally started this blog for the simple reason that I love to write. Over the past two years, life just hasn't been simple. I stopped writing for the love of writing. Not because I didn't want to write, I just didn't seem to have the time to write what I wanted to write. Because I have been writing. I write for work; I write in journals to my kids, documenting their too quickly changing lives; I write grocery lists, weekend chore lists and to do lists for everything under the sun so I don't forget things, which I do now - all. the. time.
I can't quite bring myself to believe that Donald Trump is the leading Republican Presidential candidate. How did we get here? I literally do not know a single person who would support him, but apparently they exist, and in large numbers. And maybe this disbelief, or willful ignorance on my part, is in fact how we as a country have come to this point.
What is scariest to me about Donald Trump winning the nomination is not that he could become President (I really, really, really can't even go there). No, what is scariest to me is what his popularity says about our country as a whole. He is an angry, rude and self-centered person. He looks out for himself and has no qualms about bullying others in his way. What does this say about us?
“We don’t see things the way they are. We see them the way we are” – Talmud
Isn't it something how sometimes the only constant in life is change? Do you ever wish that life had a pause button? Life is going too fast for me these days (Hello, it's March! I haven't posted anything to this blog in a month! How did that happen? I'll tell you how - life...) and it feels like things are changing all around me. For someone who likes control (who, me?) change can be hard. But I am trying to focus less on what I can't control and work more on changing myself - the one thing I can control.
