Creativity Excels
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
I consider myself to be strong in temperament both positively and negatively. Horses are regal and noble. They work hard for those they love. They dedicate themselves to their owners. Respect begets respect.
As the clock ticks …….
I wait…..
For my child …..
To come …….
Home……
Knowing…..
And not knowing…..
How….
He will return ……
To me….
Home…
Safe.
““But don’t begin until you count the cost. For who would begin construction of a building without first calculating the cost to see if there is enough money to finish it?”
Luke 14:28 NLT
Creative people tend to be more impulsive than most people. That’s our charm, grace, and character. Our biggest challenge in the life journey is harnessing that impulsive energy into discipline. I face this everyday. Of course it doesn’t help me to have a successful day if I don’t plan the day beforehand.
I find myself in the middle of a rip current that will keep pulling me away from my goals if I don’t structure my time. I’m thankful for this scripture that gives me direction. It’s true. I have started many projects without any plan of how much time I have to complete them.
I think for anyone who finds them self at the center of “the hearth” face the frustration that interruption brings. I have a choice; get upset and angry at all who infringe upon my time or plan my time ahead and restrategize when derailing occurs.
I am in control of how I react to frustration and interruptions that are unforeseen. My response and reaction influence my ability to make tomorrow better than today.
He will never know the pride and joy I feel when I watch him blow out the makeshift match-candles until it’s his turn. When he has his children, then he will know. But not yet.
I remember the birthday parties when he was little. I had to lead the group in the activities. Not anymore.
I listened as their conversation turned from Pokémon to voting. Through their words I was able to hold onto the boy and the man. Happy birthday Justin! May your boyhood sweetness make you a strong, sensitive man.
I say this because it is the only time in a woman’s life when she finally listens to her heart. It’s when she finally realizes she doesn’t have to follow the rules, and the kids will be just fine. They can manage on their own. It’s a time when I will finally focus on myself and what makes me happy. It’s also a time for me to focus on what matters to me. I might discover what I really wanted to be when I grew up.
I’ve just learned from Dr. Marie Claire Haver that I’ve been floundering because of my latest life stage. I’ve learned that I should pat myself on the back for surviving as well as I have. I thought that I must be going crazy or falling into bipolarism. (As if that was a thing.) But it’s truly due to my body changing from the effects of the food and my past choices. Who knew that those days on the top of the tar roof or down on the driveway with only a towel between me and the hot tar would cause my skin to drop all forms of collagen and collapse wherever visible? But I digress.
Really. Everything she said in the podcast with “Diary of a CEO” was very relevant and helpful. I recommend any female thirty-five or older to listen to it. She makes the biggest point (no pun intended), when she states that menopause is about shrinking gonads, and if men’s gonads were at risk of shrinking, there would be a serious platform to change the situation. Because we are women, we are expected to smile and wave.
So, as a help, I’ve ordered her book The New Menopause by Dr. Marie Claire Haver, which isn’t out yet. I will read it and order other copies as soon as I am able, so that I may send my opinion to the publisher’s pocketbook. Since money speaks louder than words, I think it will make a statement much like the suffragettes did for voting.
I’m glad when I meet different people. They come with different ways of knowing. Every nurse who has come to my family has been a blessing in learning.
I was struggling with the care of my son. He’s older. I’m older. A new nurse to us came with a day way of doing things for my son.
Imagine having some time to breathe and not worry about his bedtime routine. I always thought I have to bathe him and get him ready to sleep. As a person with Epilepsy, he needs more sleep and a routine that is pretty consistent.
Our new nurse suggested we let her get him to sleep. She gets him up in the morning and puts him in the bed before leaving. This was news for me. I thought, this makes sense.
We tried it. She put him in bed before her shift finished. He was asleep when she finished. I felt like I was given a gift. I was able to focus on dinner for my other children. I felt at peace focused on one thing. You know when someone gives you something you didn’t realize was what you were hoping for way down in the depths of your heart. Your body needed. Your heart and psyche needed. Peace and relaxation in my mind.
Blessing.
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“I like fire fighters. They’re my friends,” she said.
The children at The Childrens Center had the opportunity to learn about the people in their neighborhood.
We arrived at Luis’ therapy session and found the paramedics parked under the drop-off of the Childrens center in Titusville,Florida. Luis watched the children taking turns to climb into the cab and see all the special buttons and equipment the firemen have inside the truck.
The excitement is bigger than their bodies can contain; jumping and wiggling with delight. As soon as the children are ready, they go to the truck.
My eldest son had that same “can’t-contain-myself” excitement when he was that age. For the longest time he told me how much he loves fire fighters and emergency forces. He told me at the age of six, he wanted to be a paramedic.
He is eighteen and full-out invested in software engineering and making robots. This is a far reach from paramedic, but empathy is there. I see it when he helps me with his little brother accomplish daily tasks with assistance.
The event is a wonderful way to plant a seed for the future. Children’s dreams push them to reach for the stars. When they keep reaching, they inspire us adults to grow their seed.
Growing, striving, nurturing our children and ourselves. All of us benefited from our community sharing time.
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