(posting late. Playing catch up tonight).
Dear friends,
YOU are such an integral part of my life. You who love me through hard days and you who hug me when I think I might fall apart. You who laugh with me when things are silly ... or ridiculous. You who love on my kids and welcome them into your hearts. You who call me when I never remember to call you first. You who reach out when you think I've been quiet too long. You who defend me when you think someone is doing something to me that shouldn't be done. You who watch games with me, or movies with me, or do puzzles with me. You who take me out for moms' night out and you who take the kids to give me a mom's night out. You who stop and pray for me and you who ask how you can pray and you who pray for me without even knowing what to pray for. You who send letters and emails and postcards and books. You who make time even when you don't have extra time to give. You who road trip and bus trip and train trip to celebrate events big or small. You who support charity walks and runs year after year. Some of you support with your checkbook and some of you support with your tweets and all of you support with your encouraging words and your hearts and I am thankful for each and every one of you.
I speak often of how it takes a village to raise a kid (or two) but it also takes a village to support a grown up, and I am thankful to have each of you in that village with me. My world is a better place because of you.
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This post is a part of 31 Days of Five Minute Fridays. You can see all posts in the series here.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Day 5: SILENCE
I watched an entire baseball game trying to decide what to post tonight. It was a ridiculous (in the best way) game. Pitchers' duel in a winner take all wild card game. (San Francisco Giants v New York Mets for you non baseball friends) The ballpark was rocking. All night long. Loud and rowdy. Cheering non stop. Much to cheer about (if you like low ... er zero ... scoring games). And then ... top of the 9th ... Familia comes in for the Mets. I won't give you the play by play because lots of terrific baseball writers will give you that. But a couple of guys get on base for San Francisco. and then ... Conor Gillaspie (who? exactly). HOME RUN. And then ... crickets. The ballpark that had been so loud it felt like I could hear it out my window (NYC to DC) ... deathly silent. All the air sucked out of everyone's lungs. Sure, there were still 3 outs for NY to get their chance to come back. But every Mets fan in that ballpark felt the win slip away. Their star pitcher matched the pitcher from SF for so many innings. Their bullpen was holding them even. Zeroes in the run column for both teams. And then a series of (unfortunate events). And one pitch. And WHAM.
New York Mets: into the off season. Silent until Spring Training. As for me, and my girls: we have baseball on Friday! Let's go Nats.
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This post is a part of the series 31 Days of Five Minute Fridays. You can find all the other posts in the series here.
New York Mets: into the off season. Silent until Spring Training. As for me, and my girls: we have baseball on Friday! Let's go Nats.
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This post is a part of the series 31 Days of Five Minute Fridays. You can find all the other posts in the series here.
Day 4:BREW
Sometimes people confess things in blog posts. This is not a giant secret, but it's a fact about me: I don't like coffee. Coffee ice cream? YES. That is ICE CREAM. But coffee? Ick. I am 40 and I've had one cup in my life (at my college reunion a few years ago to try it out) and it was bitter and gross even with a hundred sugars and a gallon of milk. So . No coffee for me.
But - I love the smell of fresh brewed coffee. It reminds me of home. My daddy drinks a million (plus or minus) cups of coffee a day. (Sorry dad, I know it isn't that high any more but ... still seems like that). I have a coffee maker that I only take out when dad comes to visit - and then my house smells like fresh coffee in the morning and it lingers all day and I love it. If it weren't so wasteful, I'd consider brewing some on days when dad isn't here - I like the smell that much.
Maybe I need to learn how to make my own coffee ice cream. Then I could have the best of both worlds ... and that might tide me over until dad's next visit.
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This post is a part of 31 Days of Five Minute Friday. You can see all the other posts in the series here.
But - I love the smell of fresh brewed coffee. It reminds me of home. My daddy drinks a million (plus or minus) cups of coffee a day. (Sorry dad, I know it isn't that high any more but ... still seems like that). I have a coffee maker that I only take out when dad comes to visit - and then my house smells like fresh coffee in the morning and it lingers all day and I love it. If it weren't so wasteful, I'd consider brewing some on days when dad isn't here - I like the smell that much.
Maybe I need to learn how to make my own coffee ice cream. Then I could have the best of both worlds ... and that might tide me over until dad's next visit.
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This post is a part of 31 Days of Five Minute Friday. You can see all the other posts in the series here.
Monday, October 3, 2016
Day 3: WARDROBE
Wardrobe can be another word for closet, yes? yes. let's roll with that. I suppose it's more properly described as a free standing closet. Closets are good for hiding things - besides clothes, you can tuck all sorts of things in a closet. Shoes. Craft projects. Laundry baskets. Suitcases. Christmas and birthday surprises. Some fun things, and some boring, but necessary things.
Ever consider using a wardrobe as an analogy for your heart? Lots of things can get hidden in your heart, too. Anger. Frustration. Sadness. Joy. Love. Kindness.
You open a wardrobe and pick out what to wear - and if you're like me (or especially like my kids) you choose your favorite things more often than the other things. The pants that fit just right or the shirt that makes you smile. The comfortable things or the ones that make your day better.
If you think of your heart the same way, when you open your heart every day, what do you choose to wear? What emotions fit "just right" or feel comfortable like an old friend? The more you wear them, the better they fit, and the more you are drawn back to those as your first, easy pick.
My goal is to have kindness and joy and love as the first ones I go to. The ones that beckon each time I look inside. Some days it's hard and I need a little reminder to go back inside and get the good ones out. But every day I do, it makes them easier to pull out the next morning, too.
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This post is a part of Write 31 days. You can find all the posts in the series here.
Ever consider using a wardrobe as an analogy for your heart? Lots of things can get hidden in your heart, too. Anger. Frustration. Sadness. Joy. Love. Kindness.
You open a wardrobe and pick out what to wear - and if you're like me (or especially like my kids) you choose your favorite things more often than the other things. The pants that fit just right or the shirt that makes you smile. The comfortable things or the ones that make your day better.
If you think of your heart the same way, when you open your heart every day, what do you choose to wear? What emotions fit "just right" or feel comfortable like an old friend? The more you wear them, the better they fit, and the more you are drawn back to those as your first, easy pick.
My goal is to have kindness and joy and love as the first ones I go to. The ones that beckon each time I look inside. Some days it's hard and I need a little reminder to go back inside and get the good ones out. But every day I do, it makes them easier to pull out the next morning, too.
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This post is a part of Write 31 days. You can find all the posts in the series here.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Day 2: PAINT
We met at Nationals Park last night for a baseball game and then a special project. One of the player's wives is a dedicated ambassador in the effort to end human trafficking and human slavery. Last night the two efforts intersected with a chance for us to "paint" the sidewalk outside Nationals Park red as a part of the Red Sand Project.
I'd estimate about 30 people gathered after the game (maybe more!) and spread the sand in the cracks of the sidewalk. It was overwhelming to think about the people that are taken advantage of every day. Several people who weren't filling cracks with us asked what we were doing. It gave an opportunity to share the mission of the "sidewalk intervention" (there were post cards that we were able to hand out for informational purposes) and others stopped and asked to participate.
See some images / tweets from our experience below.
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This post is a part of 31 days of Five Minute Fridays. Other posts in the series are here.
I'd estimate about 30 people gathered after the game (maybe more!) and spread the sand in the cracks of the sidewalk. It was overwhelming to think about the people that are taken advantage of every day. Several people who weren't filling cracks with us asked what we were doing. It gave an opportunity to share the mission of the "sidewalk intervention" (there were post cards that we were able to hand out for informational purposes) and others stopped and asked to participate.
It was cool to go back to the park today - to see the sand and the hashtags we printed (sidewalk chalk) still there - and to see more people stopping to look and ask questions. We are often reminded that one person makes a difference. One person doing one small thing. Together we can do more. I am thankful for the opportunity to know some good hearted people through baseball, and to use that community to spread the word about other communities that need our help.Spreading the word about @RedSandProject with @Half_St_Irr . #EndHumanTrafficking #RedSandProject pic.twitter.com/yOrPRBvQDx— Jen Underwood (@vandygirl1998) October 1, 2016
See some images / tweets from our experience below.
— p.a.m. (@wvtoots) October 2, 2016
Thanks everyone who participated in #RedSandProject tonight. We cannot ignore our most overlooked populations any longer! #EndModernSlavery pic.twitter.com/z3mnQj7qEH— Erica May-Scherzer (@emaysway) October 2, 2016
Outside Nats Park spreading red sand ... raising awareness to end human trafficking. @redsandproject @emaysway pic.twitter.com/4Fv47aAzU5— MaryB (@maryb889) October 1, 2016
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This post is a part of 31 days of Five Minute Fridays. Other posts in the series are here.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Day 1: WALK
We are fortunate to live close enough to my daughters' schools that we can walk to school most days. When they were both in elementary school, all 3 of us walked in the mornings and I listened to the girls each tell me what they were excited for that day and who they would see every morning. A (the little) was always thinking which of S (the big)'s teachers she would hug. They shared stories and talked about which specials (PE, art, music, etc) they would have that day. Inevitably whichever kid had library was more excited than the other. (I love that they love the library. ALL THE BOOKS.)
This year S is in middle school. School starts later for her, so now the routine is that I walk with A and then home, get S and then walk with her. The conversations in the morning have changed. Still as enlightening for me, but in such a different way. Now that A is not chatting up a storm with big sister, she observes so much more of the surroundings as we walk. Yesterday we noted the "weird" things we saw on the walk - things that did not belong on the sidewalk. A pony tail holder. A splotch of paint. 17 slugs and countless worms "It is WET. So much rain Mama!" We still talk about teachers and specials but we now notice things that we used to just skip past.
When I get home and collect S and head out the door, I have a whole different conversation. Middle school has been a bit of a tough transition. Now I hear about friends (some new, some old). Thursday I learned about the "end of day routine" - how long it takes to get to her locker, collect her books "ALLLLLL the homework, mom ... sigh" and who she makes sure to visit with before she begins the walk home. Who she walks home with.
I have come to cherish the walk times because the peek into their worlds on the walk is different than when we are at home. I think in general, conversations are less intense when walking than when sitting at the table or confined to the house. The 1:1 is intimidating sometimes. All that pressure and focus is divided when you walk and talk at the same time, and it's been amazing what they've shared in their mommy-alone time. Here's hoping we have more dry days than wet so the walks can continue all year long.
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This post is a part of 31 Days of Five Minute Fridays. You can see all posts in the series here.
31 Days of Five Minute Fridays
There's a group of bloggers that write in October every single day. (Write 31 days). And often those writers do a theme for their posts. I learn lots of amazing things from them and I love the commitment to writing. I'm not great at long themed posts - I barely crank out 5 minutes a week most weeks.
Then the Five Minute Friday community thought that maybe a whole month of Five Minute Fridays would be fun. I tried that 2 years ago and wound up sidetracked part way through, but the attempt was fun. So I am going to try again this year.
Welcome to 31 Days of Five Minute Fridays. This is the home/ landing page for mine and every day that I managed to write, I will link the post to the word below.
You can read all the people participating and get more details by going to our host page (thanks Christina!)
Day 7: FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY PROMPT
Day 8: MUDDLE
Day 9: POST-IT
Day 10: UNKNOWN
Day 11: THANKS
Day 12: SKY
Day 13: AWARE
Day 14: FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY PROMPT
Day 15: MOVE
Day 16: LITTLE
Day 17: STUDY
Day 18: NEIGHBOR
Day 19: NOTICE
Day 20: WEEKEND
Day 21: FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY PROMPT
Day 22: OFF
Day 23: BLOWOUT
Day 24: GLOBAL
Day 25: SIGN
Day 26: CONFRONT
Day 27: BOUQUET
Day 28: FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY PROMPT
Day 29: DATE
Day 30: CUT
Day 31: ONLY
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