Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Something that makes me smile!

 
These 3 brass pumpkins have been around for as long as I can remember.
They came from Turkey. 
My dad was stationed there. 
Some of my earliest memories are of when he was stationed away from us.
These were one of the treasures he brought back home.
I have kept them stored away for most of my adult years.
Mostly because of the controversy of Halloween.
My kids saw them for the first time this year.
After I welcomed the shelves into my dining room, I had a spot.
I remembered these 3 guys.
Then after our trip to the pumpkin patch,
Dad's Bud added his Boo Pumpkin. 
It works, I like it.
Growing up, my mom stored them in her cedar chest.
When they came out, I always assumed they were mine.
My birthday is afterall, on Halloween.
Made perfect sense to my child's mind.
Recently, Dad visited and saw my shelves.
Next, he asked, how I came to have them.
He frowned, when I told him, they were mine and Mom gave them to me.
That is when the story came out.
3 children.
3 pumpkins.
Sigh, I took my brother's and sister's pumpkins.
Silly childish mind and memory.
Sorry SiS!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

I DID IT...and I owe it all to Sisterly Competitiveness

Last night I read this post on my sister's blog.
I was taking note of her goals.  Never had I set out to make monthly goals aside from school stuff.  I make weekend goals.  Sometimes goals for the week. These goals are out of necessity.  I need to communicate with the family and hubby what I need to do, so I am afforded the time to accomplish these tasks. 
Last night I stopped and pondered her personal goals.  I just skipped over the ab stuff 'cause I do all those things in my dreams.  That works just as well, right?  But I double blinked and froze on the words "Swim 500 3 days weekly". 
Humph,
You see I have started swimming again.  I mean purposely swimming laps.  I haven't kept track of my laps.  Or my length of time.  My sister was swimming when she lived in Canada and I was cheering her on from my Kansas home.  Never gave it a second thought. 
I mentioned starting up swimming to hubby a couple of months ago and he laughed at me.  Not in a mean way.  He laughed and said, "Yeah, like that is gonna happen where are you going to find the time?"  It is true the kids keep me running and until this past Spring, he was never home in the evenings to help with kid activities. 
About 2 weeks ago, I talked to Fun Girl, the lifeguard, and asked her if lanes were open during swim practice.  She quickly tried to direct me to the quietest times at the pool.  I hushed her and said, I need to swim and the only way I have a chance of swimming is when you are at swim team.  Are there any lanes open?  The boys can go to hockey.  Little Princess could climb and/or swim with me. 

Perfect.

That is exactly what has been happening.  Fun Girl has practice 3 times a week.  I don't swim the whole time.  I wait till about 1/2 hour is left to her practice.  This is when there are some open lanes.Little Princess climbs till then and joins me.

The first few times, I coughed and sputtered.  My lungs were so affected by the ragweed, they were not exactly receptive.  But each time it has improved.  I have noticed my allergy suffering is decreasing.  If too many days pass between trips to the pool, my allergies are insufferable
. 
Fast forward to last night, I see my sister's goal.  500 m.  Well, humph, if she is going to swimm 500m then I should too.  Why had I not thought about setting a goal?   I have to admit there is some serious competitiveness motivating me.  I can't let my OLDER sister be swimming further and more than me. 
So hubby wakes me this morning. He let me sleep in.  We were visiting and hanging out and he asked me if I was going to get ready?  What? Why?  He reminded me I said I was going to swim.  He reminded me The Man had gymnastics and my plan was to swim meanwhile, then we would leave.  Oh.  It took a bit more finagling, but we came up with a workable plan.  That is when I did it.  I opened my mouth.  I told DaddyO my plan to swim 500 m.  Then I said, Fun Girl probably wouldn't be impressed.  He agreed.  She swims 1000s of meters.  Almost 2/12 miles a practice.  Nothing like announcing your competitive goal to family.  It was just my hubby.  He would understand if I bit off more than I could chew and swallow. 
I didn't stop there though. I told Little Princess.  She was so encouraging.  I was so excited, I had a goal!  Then we arrived and I discovered Fun Girl was life guarding the lap pool.  I need her to pick up The Man right after her shift, so I can finish my swim and shower and get ready for the day.  But I didn't stop there.  I told her my goal and plan.  My mouth was in over drive. 
She laughed.  She laughed and she chuckled. 
My goal was nothing more than a warm up for her.
HumpH!   Well if she had been having babies and raising them the last 16 years, maybe she would be excited by this goal.  How rude!  Does she not know her out of shape mommy has been spending all her waking time tending to her children.  Sacrificing for them.  She laughed !
So I splashed her.  Rule number 1, don't splash Fun Girl.  If she is dry, she wants to stay that way.  She will get wet to rescue, but she prefers to stay dry.  Dismay was on her face.  She taunted me.  Into the water I go, and I gasped a little louder than I intended and she started laughing hysterically.  She offers to time me.  I glare at her.  She offers to keep track on the dry erase board for all to see, and I glare at her. 
I swim.  And I do really well.  After the first 125 m, I start to think how stupid I am for opening my mouth.  My lungs are starting to feel some discomfort.  I pause to wheeze and cough.  She asks how many I have done.  Quickly calculates how many more I have to do.  Naughty girl.  I swim.   Another 50 m and I change my stroke much to her dismay.  She starts trying to improve my technique and I frown and growl, that I am trying to breathe.  Leave me alone. Breath caught I revert to my freestyle.  With 100m left, I change my strokes again.  Fun Girl is shocked and raises eyebrows.  "I am still in motion!  I don't want to drown. Leave me alone."  
I am done!
She walks over.  Leave me alone.  I was trying not to drown on your watch.  She laughs and tells me she wouldn't have rescued me.  2 other life guards were in the water, off duty, and racing one another.  She would have sent them over to me, since they were already in the water! 
I am feeling the love.
All I can say, I am glad I did open my mouth and tell way too many people.  Cause I DID IT!!!!
I completed all 500m.  I laughed at myself all day.  I can't wait for my sister to read this.  I tried to call her multiple times today.  Life is life and we never seem to be able to talk at the same time. 
So, thanks sis, for unknowingly inspiring in me a competitive streak to stretch beyond my comfort zone. 

Friday, August 10, 2012

Sisters and Brothers, treasures from God

Big O Daddy O was trying to get Hockey Player to decide if he wanted to go to a Hockey Clinic the other day.
Kind of shocking that we were having trouble getting a response out of him.
He is thinker and we were trying not to push, but we were baffled. 
Little while later, he comes into the room where I am working and asks,
"Doesn't Little Princess get back around 6:30?"  Mental check and it is around 6:00. 
Nope. She gets back sometimes after 9:30.
"Oh, that's right. I do remember reading that somewhere."
Little Princess has been at an amusement park all day.
I am onery enough, I asked him, "You missing your sister."
HP: No
Mom: You missing your sister... yes there was serious teasing in my voice.
HP: No, it is just different with her gone all day.
WHOAAA this momma is enjoying this, cause she was gone to camp not so long ago and this wasn't the daily scenario!  Aha!  my boy actually likes his sister.
Hey, Big O Daddy O guess what!!!???!!
Of course BODO being sometimes more intuitive responds with, "So that is what the problem is?" 
Referring to why we can't get a response out of Hockey Player about the clinic.
So then Big o Daddy O gets in on it and asks him, "You miss your sister? "
HP: Yeah! said all quietly and Hockey Player like.
She is going to be gone for a while, you want to go play hockey?
No decision was made till later, they had to go to the rink to take care of Hockey business.  Later, I saw the debit transaction.  He did get on the ice. 
But I am ever so grateful for a glimpse into this kid's heart.
Willing to forgo hockey for his sister.  Willing to hear all about her adventures.  Something to hold on to and treasure.

This momma's dream is that her kids will be the bestest of friends forever.  It does my heart good to know they enjoy the company of one another.  Went to pick up Little Princess later that night and I let her in on a little secret....Your big brother missed you.  Her response, "That feels good to know. " 

My momma's heart is full.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Spoon Theory

Couple of weeks ago, maybe it was only this past week, my sis told me to check out her blog. Sometimes life is soo much, it is impossible to keep track of the passing of time. I said ookay. Then life happened. Well yesterday, instead of doing what I should, I took a few moments to catch up on the lives of the people I try to follow via their blogs. I was quite behind on some, including my sister's. But I finally got caught up and saw the post and remembered the somewhat emotional phone call and the encouragement to read her blog. This was the post she wanted me to see. This is the link I followed. As I read the spoon theory, I was so comforted. Comforted to know there were others in similar situations. Comforted to know that my sister just might be able to say she "got it" when I had to choose to not take her calls or return them. Comforted to know there was a perfectly wonderful explanation out there and I didn't have to use up any "spoons" trying to figure out how to explain it. Thanks Sis for sharing this with me.

So for anyone who is struggling or knows someone struggling with a chronic physical or mental health condition check out the Spoon Theory. Sometimes, I think the spoon theory is a perfect explanation for the condition of me on any given day. Sometimes, it is the perfect explanation for me, the caregiver, as I have to stop and think through each activity on how it will affect my child who struggles as well. How many spoons do we have together? Sharing rarely works. What if we are both having a day that starts with very few spoons? ! ?