Today's Blurb
Tomorrow is Caden's 7th birthday. I'm letting him ditch school (he's only had one other missed school day this academic year so I don't feel so bad) and the three of us are going to spend the day celebrating. We have a birthday tradition, which the boys started all on their own. The birthday boy gets to decide if the non-birthday boy can get a gift as well. It's their way of being able to share the day without jealousy. I had no part in this decision.
Well, tonight, Caden asked me if Sean could get two toys instead of one. The birthday boy gets four and the non-birthday boy gets one. I told him, "Caden, the rule is that Sean can only get one."
He looked a little sad and said, "Well, what if I get just three and Sean can get two?"
I thought about this, a bit puzzled at what he was saying. "Caden, you understand that you can get four, right? But you're giving up your fourth gift so that Sean can get two. Are you sure about this?"
He smiled and nodded. "Yes, that way he won't be sad that he only gets one. Besides, three is plenty."
I felt my eyebrows draw together in that confused manner. How the heck did he become so selfless? This is a kid who bullies his younger brother, gets annoyed with him when he feels as if he doesn't have his space, and can't stand when he is out-run by him. Yet, here he is giving up a TOY so that Sean can have another.
I don't remember being that selfless when I was a kid.
Cool Moment
Someone paid me a really great compliment today. I was told that I should be a model because of my facial features. How the heck did I get so lucky to have been told such a thing? Needless to say, I have been really needing a pick-me-up lately. Been feeling a little unpretty. So this compliment has definitely lifted me.
A more important somebody (ahem... Caden) gave me a great compliment as well:
Let's hope he really really loves water. :-)
Relationships
You know, nothing's really going on in the romance department. I've made a single dad friend who I hang out with. We let the kids play while we talk grown up stuff. I also keep in touch with an ex-boyfriend whom I've managed to have kept a friendship with. He's 52 and wonderful. There could be something potential still there, but he's got some stuff he needs to work out which caused us to end the relationship a year and some change ago. Nothing bad, but he's got a major life decision he needs to make and without that decision, we can't really move forward. So for now we're enjoying our friendship and keeping things sweet. Looks like my Valentine's Day will be another lonely one. Maybe I should send myself flowers.
Creative Nonfiction
Tomorrow is Caden's 7th birthday. I'm letting him ditch school (he's only had one other missed school day this academic year so I don't feel so bad) and the three of us are going to spend the day celebrating. We have a birthday tradition, which the boys started all on their own. The birthday boy gets to decide if the non-birthday boy can get a gift as well. It's their way of being able to share the day without jealousy. I had no part in this decision.
Well, tonight, Caden asked me if Sean could get two toys instead of one. The birthday boy gets four and the non-birthday boy gets one. I told him, "Caden, the rule is that Sean can only get one."
He looked a little sad and said, "Well, what if I get just three and Sean can get two?"
I thought about this, a bit puzzled at what he was saying. "Caden, you understand that you can get four, right? But you're giving up your fourth gift so that Sean can get two. Are you sure about this?"
He smiled and nodded. "Yes, that way he won't be sad that he only gets one. Besides, three is plenty."
I felt my eyebrows draw together in that confused manner. How the heck did he become so selfless? This is a kid who bullies his younger brother, gets annoyed with him when he feels as if he doesn't have his space, and can't stand when he is out-run by him. Yet, here he is giving up a TOY so that Sean can have another.
I don't remember being that selfless when I was a kid.
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| S'mores for the first time ever. |
Someone paid me a really great compliment today. I was told that I should be a model because of my facial features. How the heck did I get so lucky to have been told such a thing? Needless to say, I have been really needing a pick-me-up lately. Been feeling a little unpretty. So this compliment has definitely lifted me.
A more important somebody (ahem... Caden) gave me a great compliment as well:
Caden: Mommy, I'm about to pay you a compliment.
Me: Oh really? Okay, what's your compliment?
Caden: I love you more than water.
Let's hope he really really loves water. :-)
Relationships
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| Trying to rock those grays. |
If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with the rain.
-- Dolly Parton
I love this lady.
Random Photos
When I got out of my car at the Youth Center to pick up Caden,
a gorgeous buck was walking around.
I had to stalk him just a little.
Amber Still
by Jasmine Shine
AKA
Lucy Diamond/Sibyl Vane/whatever else I use online
We stood there for what seemed like a lifetime, staring at each other with our minds racing. Our breaths were one, a steady rhythm purposely designed to disguise our inner panic. Even the wind seemed to come to a halt. It felt as if the entire world paused, waiting to see what would happen next. Not a single sound was made.
I had just arrived at work after a morning yoga session. For the first time in weeks, my mind was clear. I'd spent nights tossing in bed, disturbed by a bout of mild depression. As a single mother in my early thirties, I was hit with a painful realization that I may just be undesirable to men. This rut brought waves of self esteem attacks and I'd found myself weeping when I was alone and a love song happened to sound within earshot. Yoga seemed to have brought me back to center this morning.
When I pulled into the office's parking lot, I realized all the spaces were taken. I had four other options, each would cause me to walk about five minutes in the winter wind. I decided to take the one that offered a scenic walk.
I smiled when I exited my vehicle, pulled my beanie snugly over my ears, and headed toward the trail head. I stuck my right hand in my jacket pocket, making sure my phone was in there in case I wanted to take a picture. The trail offered a beautiful scene of trees and mountains. I was actually grateful there wasn't any parking at the office parking lot.
The sounds of nature rushed at me and they made me remember the breathing exercises in the yoga class. Fast, sharp breaths as I inhaled while holding the deep squat position and slow exhales as I closed my eyes. In the midst of a gray depression, the exercises pulled me into a place where I was faced with just myself and all my strengths and weaknesses. I remembered who I was and how valuable I really am.
Halfway through the trail, the winter chill nipped at my ears and I tugged at my beanie once again. And that was when it happened. A coyote stepped onto the trail five feet before me. It trotted across, climbed the hill beside me and stopped. We both froze as we realized what had just happened.
My mind raced, searching through that mental checklist we are all supposed to keep that told us what to do when we encounter wild animals. I remembered that for bears, I'm supposed to pretend to be dead. But what was I supposed to do for coyotes? Do I just keep walking? Do I scream at it and wave my arms to make myself appear larger?
As I asked myself these questions, the coyote seemed to also contemplate his next actions. I paused in my thoughts and actually looked at him. He was as big as an average sized dog. He blended in with the woods. Mange had taken over the majority of the back half of his body. His tail resembled that of a rat. And he looked a little thin. What really captured me, though, was his eyes.
They were a brilliant amber that shone in the sun and it almost looked as if I was looking into a pair of amber stones. Wild eyes. They burned holes in me as he stared and I realized he was in a state of desperation. We had a hard summer and the small animals were now scarce. He was hungry. And here I was all alone on a trail he happened to be crossing. An image of him attacking me made me shiver in the cold. And yet, we both just stood there. Silently. Waiting.
If ever there was a moment when I'd regret feeling depressed over matters of loneliness and fear of being undesirable, it was now. At this moment, I valued my self worth. I am a smart woman with plenty to offer a man. I'm a fantastic mom. And I am a damn hard worker. I was not coyote food.
He was beautiful just standing there with his wild reflection of nature. Hungry and contemplative. But I was hungry too. For my life. I stared back at him and stood tall. Taking in a deep breath, I took a quiet step toward him.
Like a dream that ended in a flash when you awoke in a panic, he was gone. His movements made no sound as he disappeared. I stood there, still in awe of my first encounter with a wild predator. I smiled to myself as I turned and continued on the trail.
What an amazing day.
