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Learning to unlearn or a prayer to unplug

I am blessed – truly blessed. I have four grandchildren with another due in August. I have twin girls who will turn nine soon, and two boys six and the youngest to be two in October. I am their babysitter when my daughter and son in law have to work. I am lucky to have been there at their births and watched them develop different personalities.

I have learned, well shall I say I am trying to study up on the new gadgets as each baby comes . Now I do believe in safety and I can strap them in a car seat after much struggling. They are suppose to be high tech and “easy” to use but not so much for me. I have pinched my fingers and asked another mom in a Parking lot if they could help me. This mom was being tugged on and was having a day from hell and didn’t find it amusing that I didn’t know that I could just push a button to accomplish the buckling process. I think she prayed for my grand child that day.

Baby cups. These are a lesson in engineering You have to have the cup of course with matching lid and a plastic piece called a valve. They are spill proof until I put them together. My eight year old granddaughter actually rolled her eyes at me seeing her brother being covered by his morning juice I am no longer required to assemble them. They now are put together and in the cabinet so that the clean outfit I just struggled to put on the youngest stays dry. My daughter and son in law have bought cups that “click” when tight enough. I know they ask God to keep their children hydrated while I have them.

Strollers are no longer cumbersome. They are light weight and fold with ease to place them in the car. That is until NaNa get ahold of them. I had to have a fully upright coach In The back seat because once again I couldn’t find the button to collapse it. I’m thinking that some parent watched me looking for the magical button and was in hysterics and was just laughing so hard as I pulled away with the fully extende baby buggy in the backseat of the car. I’m also sure that I had to be the topic of conversation at the mommy luncheon. They had to have prayed for me, the prayer was a hope that they’d run into me again to have a good laugh! I do believe that prayers were said for my grand babies.

I can not catch on the the “easy” no fuss baby items. They are cute and difficult for me to put together. Maybe I should say and honest prayer for my grandchildren instead of the much used “please God help me get this right” :0)

It is by Gods grace my daughter is in one piece today. We used a car seat that she could get out of in under sixty Seconds. She was in the age group when the first flimsy “umbrella” strollers were the latest rage. Her “sippy” cups spilled at the slightest lean. And guess what?? She lived through it.

I being born in the “olden” days lived through cloth diapers, mothers and fathers who not only smoked but drank, and my car seat was my mothers arm across my chest when she had to stop suddenly. My spill proof cup was the garden hose
in the summer. I didn’t have a bike helmet, knee or elbow pads only band aids and ace bandages to fix what I had scratched, bruised and yes cast for the bones I had broken.

My grand babies have IPads to entertain them. My daughter had Nintento. I had a neighborhood full of kids and outside to keep me busy. My granddaughters google to get info. My child had the internet. We had encyclopedias ,magazines, and the library. On our lane we shared the books and hoped that they would be returned without having a page ripped out for a school project.

My grandchildren are fortunate enough to have their own computers on their own desk within a room designated for learning. My daughter had a desk with a computer

in her bedroom. My place of learning was at the dinning room table with borrowed books and school Issued texts.

It’s rare that kids today have “hand me downs” of any kind. My daughter had a few from her cousins. I was the oldest of four who had everything from shoes, clothes, and toys from my cousins and even Nieghbors.

There’s something to think about. Growing up I knew all my neighbors, they knew me and always kept an eye on me and every other child that would be playing within seeing and hearing range.

So call my untechnilogical childhood what you will I knew of new babies being born and their names not by Facebook or a text but rather by a joyous whisper down the lane. We became sad and women cooked for those who lost family members and when someone said “if you need a thing” they truly ment it. When someone moved in or out it was cause for a picnic to say “hello” or “goodbye” I caught lightning bugs, played man hunt, and learned the facts of life on my “street”. I hope that someday people will have the pleasure of Wanting to go to the library. That street lights instead of alarms from cell phones will signal that it’s time to go home. That neighbors will know each others name and keep an eye out for the kids who will want to go outside to play ball, build forts, and whine when they hear a whistle or their name being called because they need just five more minutes to finish a game that they are in the middle of. That’s my prayer, for us all to just unplug and talk rather than type

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Pictures

I have so many pictures. I have photo albums of them, they are in boxes and some hang on the wall. Most of them do not include me in them. About three years ago I started having pictures of me take with friends and at event I attended.

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They are of vacations with the girls. Watching bands, hugging friends and well just happy times!

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I have some riding my Harley, with my grand kids, some I knew were being taking others I didn’t

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I have photos of people who are in my life to this day and others who have passed away. Those are the sweet memories

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I have photos of me that I’ve been told are great and others well let’s just say I treasure them for the story behind them.

Motherhood and my demotion

Life is good so the saying tells me, and for the most part it is. My life as yours has many ups and downs and right now I'm on an up swing!! I say that and I mean it for the most part.
Juggling family friends and now a boyfriend is interesting considering my age. I have a grown child who is married and has a family of her own. The said child has a great spouse, job, and is financially secure Everything that most of us have wished our children would achieve mine has. My grandchildren do not want for anything including time with their parents. Oh yes I am a lucky person.

Just one thing – one thing that is driving us to near madness I've lost my position as matriarch of our family. I'm not the one who is asked for advice but rather given it. I am told how wrong my life has become when I like the way it's running. I have a man who is so good to me yet is not good enough. I have friends who have been in my life forever and new ones who are making my weekends full of music fun dancing and new adventures but they are not on my child's list of who I should be with. I'm a grown adult being reprimanded as if I was a teenager. I'm the happiest I've been since I've experienced the loss of my husband and yet saddened by the demise of my friendship with my child. I can not talk about my private life it's a subject that causes my child to assume a fetal position, talk (actually yell) that they will not talk about it and other then that our relationship is wonderful. See the problem?

We have learned to dance around the subject of my life. I don't talk about it and all is well. My family and friends have told the child how happy I am and this causes such a reaction that no one will say anything to the said child. So the dance continues. We twirl, we swing and tap around my personal life. The saddest jive I've ever danced

So with my new found happiness I dance the dance of demotion. No music no words just a sway enough to avoid the jabs of unkind words and knowing I am no longer needed or even wanted. I am last on the list – a very long list – of people who rightly deserve my child's devotion. I am no longer an on the "A" list I am quite literally demoted. The bottom, last, and no longer needed I need to rewrite my resume'

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The meaning of flowers

Flowers can say I love you, thank you, nice to meet you and let’s do it again!!

Flowers say your my prom date , I marry you and just thinking of you.

I have flowers that have said sorry he died, sorry about the heart attack, and get well soon.

I have flowers in my yard in a vase and in pots. I eat flowers dry them and cut them.

Flowers are jewelry on shirts and wallpaper. Flowers can be awe inspiring and unusual. Flowers have many shades from white to almost black.

Flowers can make you happy and they can bring tears.

They can smell sweet or sour. Flowers can last forever or just a short time.

They can be prickly and soft. They can develop powerful memories and they can heal.

Flowers can be wanted or unwanted.

You can wear flowers in your hair on your wrist or chest, behind an ear and around your neck.

You can pull the petal off flowers and make a path to welcome brides. You can take a single flower and place it on a casket to say good bye.

Flowers sway in the breeze , stand tall against the summer sun, and hide in the frozen earth till awaken by springs warm kiss.

People are named after flowers are compared to them and can smell like them.

Some are delicate some are hardy. They can be pointy, rounded, even form tiny heart shapes.

Flowers can be made into chains, halos, and can be placed into the end of a gun barrel during an anti war demonstration.

Flowers speak the words we can’t.

Flowers have power.

Time

Time flies. Time stands still. Time escapes you and time waits for no man. Time makes sweet memories and time can steal youth and eventually your time is over.

Maybe You can time travel. You can be on time. You can have the time of your life and time can drag on forever. 

You can’t buy time. You can’t trade time. Time flies. Time stops. Time is valuable. Time is money.

There are time payments. Time to be born and a time to die. Time to love and time to disagree. Time for war and always time for peace.

Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter time.
Planting and harvesting time. Holiday time. Church time. Play time. A time to learn and a time to come and a time go.

You can waste time, kill time , and pass the time. Time waits for no man.

Time to get up and Time to sleep. Time to work and time to play. Time to enjoy the simple things and time to figure things out.

It’s the best of times and the worst of times. You can lose time and find the time.

Your can kill time and create it. There is old man time and Time Square. Time can be on your side or time can be against you.

It’s time. Time out. Time to try and time to give up.

Time shares.. Time to spring forward and Fall back. Time heals all wounds.

You can have to much time on your hands or you could have useless time. Tell time. What time is it?

Time to smell the flowers, wake up and smell the coffee, time to grow up, time to act your age. Time for celebrations and time to relax.

Day time Night time. Starting time and quitting time. Time to tell the truth. There are time bandits, time pieces , and timers.

Time to give and a time to receive. You can split your time and give of your time. Crying time. Time of your life. Time to go.

There are time stamps and time thefts. Record times and average times

Time to hurry and a time to relax.

Time is relevant and irrelevant

Thanks for taking the time to read.