Every so often, in life (as in art), something happens that makes you feel valued. I know I make a difference, and I know what I do is important… but in our families, with our mates, sometimes we just get to the point where we just take love for granted. And when something happens to make you stop and realize how deeply someone trusts you? It’s a big deal.
I can’t share the details… yet. We are making some changes, and as much as I LONG to share, we’re keeping things somewhat private for the time being. But I can share this: My husband trusts me far more than I realized. And that feels pretty darn good. 🙂
I have always believed in doing what I can to make things better. Well… no… scratch that. In my ADULT life, I have always believed in doing what I can to make things better (let’s face it, we weren’t all philanthropic teens, in fact I’d venture to say a lot of us were pretty self-serving at that age, but we grow, we change, we learn). But even as adults not all people believe in trying to make things better for others, not everyone believes in leaving the world better than we found it. So when I come across people who are doing their best to improve things? It always warms my heart.
I had a discussion via FB with a fellow MomWriter yesterday. She was venting, and was tired of people telling her she was too idealistic, tired of being told that it wasn’t worth trying so hard. I shared a little of my personal philosophy on why folks are often so ready and willing to give up.
There’s this whole idea out there that we should “think globally”, but the fact of the matter is that’s a very daunting thing to do. How can one person really make a difference when there is soooo much wrong with (and in) our world. One person is not going to make a difference on a global scale. What we need to do is to teach people to think locally. You may not be able to change the entire world, but you can change the world for ONE person in ONE situation.
Do what you can, in your home, in your neighbourhood, for those you encounter in your day to day life. Stop that kid from being picked on. Pick up the trash on your street. Start a recycling program at your workplace or in your school. Plant garlic in that abandoned lot two blocks down.
You don’t need to change the world to make a world of change in the lives of those around you. THAT is what we should focus on. And with enough people doing that? We really can change the world. We just need to do it, one person, one block, one neighbourhood at a time.
“Mommy, can you hold my hand?”
“Of course I can.” pause. “I really am a very lucky Mommy.”
“I know, and I’m a lucky daughter.”
“I’ll love you forever.”
“And I’ll love you even more than forever.”
I give the girlie’s hand a squeeze in reply, and within minutes – the two of us lying in bed together in the dark – she’s asleep.
I really am a very lucky mommy. No matter how crazy our day has been, or how much trouble either one of us has gotten in, I can count on an amazing nighttime exchange that recharges and refuels my soul. My wish for every parent is for these types of small moments, the moments that speak to us and create lasting change within us. Hold your little ones close, as we all know, they’ll be gone too quickly and the sweetness will give way to eye rolls and slumped shoulders… but even then, I’ll still be a lucky mommy. With so much wrong in our world, it’s nice to know this little piece of all that is right, is mine.
So, my most recent addiction has got to be Deviant Art. I’ve posted about it, and some of the awesome pieces I’ve had commissioned by artists I’ve found there. Well, the most recent was one I had done up for the kid.
I know when I was a little girl, playing in the bathtub with my sea wees and sea ponies (both of which the kid now plays with), I always pretended I was a mermaid too. And Lily-Ann does the very same thing – though, thanks to the deep soaker tub most of the water stays IN the bathtub. 😉 So, I couldn’t think of a better thing than to have someone recreate my little girl as a mermaid. Which is exactly what I did.
When she saw it for the first time, Lily-Ann exclaimed: “It’s ME!!!! And I’m a MERMAID!!!!! WOW!!!!!” She paused for a long while admiring the image before she continued “I have to go get Daddy, he just HAS to see this.” And off she ran (returning promptly with Damon in tow).
So, a big thank you to Kate! I’d say this piece had the desired reaction. 🙂
Shoo be doop. Shoo shoo be doo. (only tried and true pony fans will get that reference)
Yep. I’m excited. It’s February, and it’s gonna be great! I wish I had the energy left after my busy day to share it all with you, but for now, I’ll just ask you to be excited with me without knowing all the details. 🙂
I’ll try to post my challenge for 2012 here tomorrow. I think it’s a good one, and hopefully a few of you will take it along with me. It’s a journal challenge. I’ll be scrapbooking this particular journal challenge, but whether or not you scrapbook, I think it will be worth doing – even just typing along.
So, that’s it for tonight. I hope your tomorrows are all filled with promise!
It’s no secret that with January comes my annual case of the blahs. The holiday festivities are over, there is little going on, it’s the coldest month of the year, and my thoughts are of Spring and the fun of the dog shows that come with it (yet it’s still too far away to really begin any of the planning or fun). There are good things in January… like my Dad and my brother’s birthdays – both which happen to fall on the 11th. But over all? I’m happy it’s drawing to an end. I am SOOO ready for February!
We’re laying in bed, snuggled up together. She eating a bedtime snack of applesauce. Me reading our nightly chapters. We’re on page 140-something of Aphrodite the Diva (one of the Goddess Girls books by Joan Holub and Suzanne Williams).
Aphrodite is holding a contest for the mortal girls of Greece, when Lily-Ann exclaims “Hey!”
“Hey what?” say I.
“There can be two Goddesses of Love! Aphrodite is the Goddess of love for the Greeks, and Isis is the Goddess of love for the Egyptians. They don’t have to fight, they can both be the Goddess Girls of love!”
“Oh my goodness!” I marvel at her wit, “You’re right. I wonder what will happen next in the book. Do you think they might figure that out?”
“I don’t know momma. Keep reading!”
Seriously, is there anything more cool than the aha moments of a clever four year old?
A page or so later we read how Aphrodite is confiding in Ares, about how she feels about her part in the Trojan “incident”. When another lightbulb goes off: “Mom! We’ve read about Odysseus before, in another chapter book.”
“That’s right, he fought in the Trojan war. We’ve talked about him a few times, haven’t we?” She nods her head enthusiastically. “It’s neat when we meet the same characters in different books, isn’t it?” She grins and nods again.
Lily-Ann asks “Do you remember the Trojan horse?” the wheels obviously turning, making connections. Then she giggles over the brilliance of Odysseus and the lack of foresight demonstrated by the Trojans.
“I do.” I smile at her and give her side a little tickle. “Should I keep reading?”
We settle back in for some more cuddles and read on.
Is it any wonder this is my favourite time of day? 🙂