For The Love Of Laundry

I can’t believe it is already Friday…again. The days, they move with lightening speed. IMG_0357

Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is: LAUNDRY.

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When I first saw today’s prompt, I thought, laundry? Really? What is there to say about laundry?

Stinky clothes. Stained with mud and crud.

Piles of laundry…never ending mounds and pounds of clothes.

Ordinary, mundane, several times a week, laundry.

Have to get it done, not really a choice. A chore that I can do without thinking about it.

But, as I write this, something occurs to me.

Sometimes the greatest things can be found in the most simple and ordinary. (and no, I don’t mean finding change in jeans pockets…although that is a perk)

I am thankful for the family members that wear these clothes.

I am grateful that I have a washer and dryer and don’t have to lug all this mess to the Laund-O-Rama. (been there, done that)

After all, there is a story in my Mt. Washmore.

The story of our lives.

 

 

Throwback Thursday

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This picture was taken seven years ago…..

I look back at the kids and they look so young.

I laugh out loud at their crazy antics.

 

 

 

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Time goes by so quickly…..

Being True

The word for Five Minute Friday is: TRUE.   Go…….                                                                                                         IMG_0158

Uh oh. Do I want to do this?

The truth is, my house is never as clean and neat as I want it to be…

I pour over decorating magazines and dream about having it look like those in the pictures.

It will probably never happen. Ever.

I wish I looked like I did in my 20’s, sans the big hair. I want to be more accepting of the fact that I am 45.

The forties are supposed to be great years. Old enough to know, still young enough to do something about it.

That is the thought anyway. Truth is, sometimes I feel like a kid in a middle aged body, some days I have it together and some days I don’t.

I am the most comfortable in jeans and t-shirts. Although, glamming it up once in awhile is fun.

I need to exercise more. Sigh.

I color my hair, because I’ve always been a blond. I didn’t like my hair getting darker as I got older.

I decided to do something about it.

I love my new hairstyle, that I can tuck behind my ears. It is cute and sassy. That is what I tell myself any how.

Truth is, I love to read and write. I love to travel and dream. I love meeting people and hearing stories.

I’m glad I grew up in rural Maryland, lived in east Tennessee for decades, and am now living in the countryside of Ohio.

I am a lover of sunsets and clean, fresh sheets, warm towels straight out of the shower, and wet dog noses.

I love Jesus. I want to understand more. I try to do the right thing.

I teach and I learn and I laugh and I cry and make mistakes.

I make a lot of mistakes.

I yell and I slam around and I sometimes want to act like a two year old….because I can, and sometimes it makes me feel better.

I love watching the weather, and am kind of geeky about it. I also like scary movies and watching NetFlix with my husband.

I’m conservative and I pray and wonder what will happen to our country.

I love my family, even though all of us are imperfect. That is okay.

Truth is, I’m just figuring out life one day at a time.

Five minutes is up…..

 

 

 

 

 

Women Are A Tough And Hardy Lot

Grandmothers and Mothers.

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Daughters and Sisters.

Aunts and Cousins.

Step moms and Foster moms.

Women, we are a tough and hardy lot. Yes, we are. There is nothing in this world like a mother’s fierce and protective love along side a gentle and nurturing nature. These women live through joy and pain. Proud moments and heartaches. So many things make up a mother.

Mother’s know and understand what it is to scream in pain and joy at the exact same time. When that wet bundle of love is laid on the chest, nothing is ever the same. It can’t be. The heart has changed. That new baby has made it so…

Nursing and staying up late. Strained peas, diapers, and potty training. The first day of kindergarten. Bedtimes and homework. Sports moms and recitals. Holding hands and holding hearts. Advice and wisdom. Yelling and forgiveness. The stink eye and the “you’d better move it!”. Kisses and hugs and I love you’s. Blessings and behaviors. Tears and smiles. Wiggly toes and wiggly bottoms. Hand prints and car keys. First loves and heartbreak. Listening and loving no matter what. The years go by so very quickly.

These women, oh my…..they are something else.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Daddy’s are important, most vital. They are both needed and wanted, and loved, but their roles are different. A mother can try, but she can’t fill a father’s role, not really. Nor can Daddy take the place of Mommy. It just isn’t the same.

This day I celebrate the mom’s. Mom’s you do make a real difference. Don’t forget that.

You gave life, and in turn changed your own life in the process.

 

This Mom Of Mine

 

Five Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo at Tales from a Gypsy Mama.102_3854

Today’s your turn. What did your mama do that makes her your mama? Let’s unpack those memories today.

Where is your memory buried?

In just five minutes. Tell me all about what your mama did that made her yours…

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Elementary school pictures with crooked bangs, cut by a mother who with “just one more snip” thought she could straighten them out. I look back at my pictures and have to smile. My mom was good at fixing things and making me feel better. ( I was high fashion style before it was even in style:)

My mom, worried that my neck was swollen…taking me to the doctor to find out why. Holding my teenage hand, when I was scared. Telling me that thyroid disease was going to be taken care of with some medicine.

She took care of me during my bout with mono my senior year, helped get me to and from my job at the Dry Cleaners, was a huge help when filling out applications for college, sat through Lyric theater performances, encouraged me in my goal to graduate with a degree in Special Education. She went with me through the winding mountains of east Tennessee to help me move to the little town that held the first school I ever taught at.

Laughter, tears, joy, pain. Uphill battles and marathon races. Arguments and big, fat, honkin’ mistakes. Lots and lots of memories. My mom is strong and brave and smart and I know this about her. She stepped out and changed her life when it wasn’t easy. She figured things out as she went. She taught my younger sister and I that we could do anything. We were smart and strong and beautiful. She endowed me with a healthy self confidence that as I look back over the years– has served me well. She always made me feel special and loved, and is there anything better than that?

There are always times though, no matter how confident, that I need encouragement. My mom has been and still is my biggest encourager. Her cards, letters, and emails always seem to come just when I need them the most. Her words make me feel better.

Encouragement, it is her gift really.

She is a gift.

And I love her, this mom of mine.

 

Beloved

The Gypsy Mama

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

Beloved…

Dearly loved

The one that changed me,

forever.

You taught me lessons on love

that I would never have known,

otherwise.

I’m so grateful that God gave me

You.

My dear, treasured one.

You are almost grown,

more man than boy.

I’m so proud of you and pray,

that you will continue to grow

in your walk with the One

who knows your soul.

Cherished.

Always.

My beloved, son.

 

 

 

 

I Am Thankful

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Kids growing up. Teens and young adult. Cutting strings. Breaking away.

To fly….. Or fall. To hope or heave. To wonder and to wander.

The days can seem so long sometimes…but the weeks slide through my fingers, my grip attempting to hold tightly to the sand of time.

Time is a blessing, but it can also ache a mother’s heart.

I am thankful for motherhood. This job. This responsibility. Duty. Privilege. All these things.

It’s made me see the world in a different way. A way I could not have known before.

Laughing. Crying. Proud. Infuriated. Sobbing and serious. Giggles and groans.

And memories….aahhhh…..the memories. There is nothing quite like a mother’s memory…..not when it comes to her children.

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Today I am thankful for:

* a son that is at his first “real” job, I’m so proud of him

* another son that graduated, I’m thrilled for him!

* a daughter, who is my thinker

* stops at Dairy Queen

* women warrior princesses

* boys who don’t always comb their hair

* bottomless pit stomachs

* popsicles

* never getting to drive my own vehicle anymore

* long legs and being able to reach the top shelf for mom

* sports

* reading

* computer whiz kids

* playing with the dogs

* singing

* camps

* and HUGS

Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3  NLT

Identity

 

The Gypsy Mama

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Facebook chimed in last night and overwhelmingly voted for a prompt either about mothers or Mother’s Day. This was one of the suggestions and I love that it can apply to any and all, mother or not. So please give me your best five minutes on:  identity

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Who am I anyway? And how did I end up here?

Sometimes I ask myself that question. Life is really weird and I often wonder about the road that chose.Thinking through all the things that brought me to this place.

I am drawn to those ladies that consider themselves to be “out of the mold”…….a little different. Whimsical. Thinkers.Dreamers.  Funny how things turn out. I’m still not exactly sure how I fit.

I do know this……being a mom has been the best thing ever. From the moment I found out I was pregnant. Keeping a journal from before my son was even born, to one day give him. He has changed my life for the better. Forever. He has made my heart soar and brought me to my knees. He is the closest thing I know to unconditional love.

God gave me motherhood and I am thankful for it.

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I love being a mom, it is a big part of who I am.

 

 

Together Is A Good Place To Be

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:  Together

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Together is a good place to be….

My husband and I were both widowed in our 30’s.  We lived in different states during our first marriages. Our kids didn’t go to school together. We didn’t even know the others existed. Each living our own lives, oblivious to what was going to happen. How life would change for us all.

Death entered. The door on the future seemed to slam shut. The room was quiet. So quiet.

Weeks to months, months to years.

The realization of new life, after death, slowly emerges.

Two people meet. Two families come together.

God is in the union.

Though one may be overpowered,
   two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.  Ecclesiastes 4:12  NIV

Love In The Day To Day

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Today, at A Holy Experience,  Ann has her readers posting about the practice of love.

I just knew I would write this wonderful blog post about love! I thought maybe Hallmark might even want it for their Valentine card collection. Maybe I’d write something using the verses from the “love” chapter 13 in 1 Corinthians. The more I thought about my wonderful ideas on love, the more I felt drawn to write the real stuff. You all know what I mean. Not the Hollywoodchick flick” romance. Not the bouquet of roses and candy. Not the slick pictures in the magazines for jewelry companies. So, here goes. The real stuff. Not the fluff stuff.

Here is my take on love in 60 seconds. Ready. Set. Go.

The daily practice of love is usually not romantic, or cinematic…

nor is it cavalier or conceited.

Love can be gritty and hard…

Some days the walk is all up hill.

The battle is hard fought.

Love can be exhausting.

Miscommunication and boredom

march to the front lines ready to do battle.

Love must be tough…

if it is to survive.

Commitment, sacrifice, and sometimes…

hanging on with white knuckles and wobbly legs.

It’s not giving up, not giving in–

even when throwing in the towel might seem easier.

Love is messy, and crazy and frustrating

and serious, and funny, and happy and

sad.

Love is both time consuming, and energy renewing.

Some days it requires standing down and looking up,

on others, it is asking for a hand to hold.

It is fierce and all consuming,

soft and safe and starting again.

Love doesn’t give up.

 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.  1 Corinthians 13:13  NIV