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Friday, October 5, 2012

Well this is unexpected.

All of my adult life I have repeated the refrain:

I could never be a stay-at-home mom. 

I would hate being a stay-at-home mom. 

I would be so would make me crazy. 

Well, here I am...a 47 year old stay-at-home mom. least for the moment...I'm actually totally diggin' it.  

The Universe has spoken decisively and clearly on this issue.  I had "plans"...things I was going to do.  But those plans were not what I was meant to be doing, or where I was meant to be at the moment.  At the moment, I am quite obviously supposed to be right here.  

One of my resolutions for the year (for those of you who may have read them back in January, and actually remember them) was to live my values.  One of the most important values I defined was that my family is my absolute, number one priority.  And yet...

When the daughter(s) and SOSA both clearly and repeatedly commented on how much they enjoyed and appreciated having me as a SAHM, I poo-pooed them.  I continued my quest for "real work", thinking that this was only a short-time, temporary gig.  Well...the Universe had no time or patience for that shiz.  

Those "plans" I had? They temporarily "fell through".   

And...after a bit of whining and suddenly hit me that I hadn't been listening (or at least not hearing).  

But now I get it.  

Here and now, doing this, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.  

The message has finally met the mark, and I am settling in to just being, and living, and enjoying this incredible gift I have been given.  Not to be too corny but it is truly a blessing, and I intend to appreciate every single second of all of it.  

What an unexpected and joyous surprise.  

As always, I send my thanks to the Universe for its wisdom and its patience. 

Sometimes I can be a little slow on the uptake. 

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Are you listening? Then vote!

Well...October's blogging certainly got of to an inauspicious start.  Second day in, and...nothin'

But, here I am again today.  Clean slate.  New start.  All that jazz.  

With the presidential debates tonight, and with all of the politics that have been flying of late, I find myself quite disturbed by the vitriol being spewed these days.  Whatever happened to lively debate?  

Differing opinions on important topics?  

Respectful discourse?

Instead, so many people (on both sides of the spectrum) choose to vilify, denigrate, and outright lie about their opponents.  What this means is that we spend hours...days...weeks...thinking and talking and worrying about things that either don't matter or simply are not real.  

What a waste of our time and efforts. 

Wouldn't it be nice if we could trust that those that are supposedly asking for our trust would simply tell us the truth.

About what they believe.

About what they'll try to do.

About what they stand for. 

And then we could and would make our educated and informed choices about which people and which group would represent us.  

Evidently this is too much to ask, and so the rhetoric continues.  

I know that this is not news to most people in our country, and I hazard to guess that most people in our country would prefer an intelligent discussion of the many issues that face us and our nation.   Until that happens, though (did anyone hear ice forming in Hades?) we can only do the best we can to attention...think...consider...cross our fingers....


Monday, October 1, 2012

Back to Blogging

Okay, Blogher...I accept the challenge!  NaBloPoMo October is on!  

This month is all about masks...the ones we wear every day for so many reasons. 

What I'm coming to realize is that the one I wear is for protection.  If I keep myself--my feelings, my fears, my foibles, and my failings--hidden from others, maybe they won't see or know how truly flawed I am.  

But the truth is that this keeps me separated from the people I love and need the most.  And it keeps me from being there for them just as much.  Neither of these is an acceptable outcome...neither of these is what I want.   

So today I resolve to let the mask slip a let at least one eye peek around the edges...and to look straight into the eyes of the people I love.  With their patience, acceptance, and love, maybe tomorrow I can let loose an eyebrow.