March 14, 2016
Monday nights, you can hear laughter, cheers and loud “Ohhhs” coming from the TV room. My husband and I do not always have the same taste in shows. He loves watching sports. I have plenty to do so TV isn’t a priority, unless it’s The Black List. We love that show. Suspenseful, passionate, adventurous.
The Voice is fun. We love the banter between the coaches and laugh. We usually record the show and fast forward the commercials. TV isn’t usually something I write about, but in the moment of watching Adam and Blake, Rick and I laugh and comment back. In a weird way, these moments bond us together. Tim joins in as well, something for the three of us. The Voice brings out our opinions, stories and best ever, laughter – our family voice.
March 7, 2016
Five jeans, three leggings, one pair of legs on the move.
Blue favorite shirt, two sweaters, wrap her up in comfort.
Fashion blouse, cute striped T-shirt, somethings new.
Socks – seven pairs, six singles, where are the missing ones?
One suitcase, three bags, hamper full of clean clothes, cosmetics and purse.
Two shopping trips, evening talks, tens days passed fast.
Snacks. Keys. Hugs.
Four flights of stairs, three roommates, Tweets, and 1000 laughs.
Laundry will come home again and so will her stories.
Elizabeth hanging out with her roommate and friend at the men’s basketball game. Go Lancers!
March 4, 2016
Friday night, my husband treated Elizabeth and I to dinner at a new Italian restaurant in town. The restaurant manager had been a coworker of Rick’s and had extended an invitation to try the cuisine. Throughout the school day, I anticipated our evening meal and the conversation to be shared. I was not disappointed. Elizabeth is working at a daycare part time and had stories to share. We laughed hearing about the cute antics kids say. Rick and I enjoyed her company and savored the moment we had. Spring break is almost finished and she will return to college. We savored our time together as well. A restaurant atmosphere slows time down and our focus is narrowed to each other. We shared some of our favorite times in our marriage with Elizabeth, some she had heard and others were new. The cuisine was delightful enriched by conversational spice.
A Mediterranean salad started the meal. I love the colors and different veggies added.
Pollo de Marsala delighted my palate with delicious mushrooms, chicken and sauce.
March 1, 2016
Today I played hookie.
As a high school, I secretly wanted to play hookie from school, but the guilt swarmed over me and I never dared skip. Too risky! My parents. Possible in-school suspension and my own pounding heart kept me in check. But the thought of adventuring away with a friend to have whimsical fun and a carefree day away from studies tempted me.
Today I did play hookie. I did have fun, guilt free, being swept away by my dear one. Yep. We went shopping, glorious shopping. More Elizabeth than me, but I was smiling all the same. My college daughter is home on spring break and we needed to get away. Clothes called to us and greet us with beautiful corals, teals, and spring. We laughed looking at home furnishings and imaging new beauty added to our rooms.
Words. Stories. Shared moments of times gone by were savored all day long. These were the best prizes of the day. No purchase necessary. Just time and attention as the conversation ebbed and flowed, sealing our special day. We ended our spending spree with manicures. Sitting side by side, my heart was thankful I had played hookie. I played hookie from the hurried moments, the demands of my job. My heart didn’t feel guilty. I played hookie on the “I wish I would have” thought and embraced the joy of this carefree day spent with my daughter. My smile spreads. Yep. I think I will play hookie again.
Elizabeth’s nails are stunning. The intricate art replicates the loving heart of my daughter.
Beautiful blue! My hands remind me of mothering and the memories held.
June 13, 2015
Books cover my table. This is a celebration. Reading them. Touching the pages. Lingering over illustrations. Choices. I wrestle with what which books to share. Many tug at my heart, but I do not always know if they will touch my audience, if I will have time for them all. Beginning with my favorites, the stories I share will grab the hearts of many. I will have more books than time, so I will prioritize. Working on the presentation brings celebration to my heart.
Elizabeth’s open house was a success last Saturday. We celebrated her accomplishments, her memories, her friendships. We celebrated who she is – beautiful! Past and present teachers came, sharing stories that warmed my heart. Elizabeth laughed with friends, celebrating the growth they made.
Elizabeth with her former second grade teacher. Celebrating the teachers who impacted my daughter!
We also celebrated thru the hard. Last week was filled with heartache and tears. A close friend from youth group drowned the eve of Elizabeth’s graduation. The news shook our household that Saturday morning and my mother’s heart broke as my children cried.
Stories is what healed. Memories where shared and simple stories soothed trouble hearts. We celebrated with the family, with the siblings, with their graduate too. We celebrated thru the hard.
Books are celebrations. Stories are celebrations. Memories are celebrations.
July 14, 2014
Saturday came and I gathered my pictures to upload. My computer waited patiently for me to type. My two oldest children served as counselors at a camp for underprivileged kids. Saturday, they returned and their stories began. The house was full of reenactments, laughter, and sibling banter. Suitcases and sleeping bags, fans and pillows littered the living room floor. Hugs embraced me and thankfulness touched my ears. My kids were home and they were wiser.
The campers connected with Wes and Elizabeth. Their stories were shared and my kids listened. “Mom,” Wes said. “One senior asked why I listened. I told him I cared.” The campers were returning the next week as well and begged for my kids to return. Wes made arrangements and I began on the laundry. Thirty hours later, Wes headed back for this week.
My heart celebrates in their moments, and I’m fine with being late.
While my kids were away, I played.
While Tim went to basketball open gym, I visited the library and wrote. I could spend hours there.
I loved having my mom along on this adventure. We saw seven flower beds, two quilt shops, and have more to visit on another day.
During AllWrite!!! Elsie and Kim asked about the quilted flower gardens in northern Indiana. I hadn’t heard about them, but after seeing their pictures, I planned to go. My mom loves quilts and flowers. This was a perfect match. We asked my cousin and my sister-in-law to come as well and fun together on Wed.
July 1, 2014
Listening in to Kay as she reads to Tim.
For the past three summers, my youngest son has been my assistant during summer school. Tim doesn’t have any extra training; he’s just a young man who is willing to help. His first year of helping, I modeled how to catch the kids acting appropriately. I remember hearing him stop mid-sentence, “Tom, stop ta…. I notice how Sam is standing quietly with his voice off. I notice Sally with her eyes on me.” After class that day, Tim said, “Hey, catching them being good really works.”
I finished teaching kindergarten two weeks ago and wouldn’t have survived without Tim. My hat is off to kindergarten teachers. These kids are inquisitive, attention-seeking, and energetic. During a read a loud, the kids would be captivated, participated, and definitely cheered for more. We had fun.
The kids loved having Tim’s full attention.
During small group instruction, Tim would circulate among the students who were reading independently from their book bags. He doesn’t know any specific strategy except for listening. Tim would ask them questions and encourage each on a job well done. He also helped keep the kids focused. I loved capturing him one morning listening in. I wish I had Tim during the school year, to be a live audience and respond positively to the efforts each kid makes. Does he plan to be a teacher some day? Maybe not the professional kind, but he’s definitely learning the life lesson of assisting others.