I had a great surprise yesterday, all three of my teenagers were home for dinner. It seems the simple things like sitting down to dinner as become harder and harder. One's off to college and ones here part time. My youngest is working for the flower shop, refereeing basketball games and pulling A's at school. My non-teenager lives 3000 miles away and got married last July. It was hard for me when summer can to a end, and everyone went their own way. That is why yesterday was so great! We sat around the table and filled each other in on the weeks events.
We have two boxers named Bella and Bubba. They are my usual company. We watch reruns of NCIS, and laugh at Jay Leno's monologue. They compete for my attentions, beg for food, and fight over who is going to sit on my lap. When I think about it, it really isn't that different then when the kids are home! haha There is just something about the laughter....it fills the soul.
Growing older is not for the weak! It seems just when you think you have it all figured out...BOOM!! Something whacks you on the back of your head! I had one of though "BOOMS" this last week. One of my dearest and closest friends( the one's I call forever friends) was told she had breast cancer. The big scary "C" word. That happens to you when you get old, not our age! I found myself overwhelmed with emotion. I went through the stages of it can't happen to us. Then sadness that it hit my safe little circle of forever friends. Finally we will all be fine, she will be just fine. Right God? I find myself waking up in the middle of the night praying, praying for us all. I know that sounds funny, only one of us has cancer. Then I realized when you have been friends for 30-40 years, you stop being a "me" and you become a "us". We will fight this together.
Looking over the words I just wrote, I realize how very blessed we are. Some people go their whole lives and don't have even one good friend. We have us! Being a good friend is not always easy. It takes work. But the rewards are worth the time and energy. Think of the example we are being. Children are the product of their parents. Mine kids are just like I was. I would bring home every stray I could find. Every new kid at school, every kid with out a good family structure....you get my point. My kids do the same! Our home is always filled with kids. We even had senior skip day at our house. (better here than who knows where) I guess what I am trying to say is...having or being a forever friend is one of the most fulfilling relationships a person can have. Be a example, take the blessings of friendship into your families future.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
who am I?
I've been bothered by a thought all week....How much of myself do you have to give up to make others happy? Maybe at my age and stage of life, that is all I am good for. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, don't interpret this wrong, its just that everyone else issue take presidency over mine. After a day of coaching kids, encouraging acquaintances, taking care of everything around the home, being strong for the surprises in life that we didn't expect,and the disappointments of family. Struggling in this economy, and work, I wonder sometimes who I have become.
I think everyone wonders at one time or another. It makes you reflect back and long for either the good old days, or hope for the future and new......
I am the oldest of two children....actually I am a middle child. I had a older brother that died at birth. So I am left confused. My husband likes to tease me and says that I am both....A bossy peace maker! haha I wonder sometimes how different my life would be if I truly was a middle child. Its a lot of responsibility filling both shoes. Somewhere between all the changes in my moms life and the lack of changes in my sisters life I can't win for losing! What does that really mean, anyway? I'm sure it was a made up saying from someone who had a week-end like mine!
I need to remember that my purpose in life is to raise honest, loving, faithful, giving and grateful children. Be a wife my husband is proud of. A friend that can be trusted to the very end. And a daughter and sister that will choose peace for the sake of the family.
I know this is not my usual writing, but someday when my children are reading this and they are having a hard time....they will know they are not alone in how they feel. They are not the first to be disappointed by family or worried about their friend. They can have a week that is not what they would have chosen. But at the end of the day, as they put their head on the pillow, they can rest and be at peace knowing someone "mom" understands.
I think everyone wonders at one time or another. It makes you reflect back and long for either the good old days, or hope for the future and new......
I am the oldest of two children....actually I am a middle child. I had a older brother that died at birth. So I am left confused. My husband likes to tease me and says that I am both....A bossy peace maker! haha I wonder sometimes how different my life would be if I truly was a middle child. Its a lot of responsibility filling both shoes. Somewhere between all the changes in my moms life and the lack of changes in my sisters life I can't win for losing! What does that really mean, anyway? I'm sure it was a made up saying from someone who had a week-end like mine!
I need to remember that my purpose in life is to raise honest, loving, faithful, giving and grateful children. Be a wife my husband is proud of. A friend that can be trusted to the very end. And a daughter and sister that will choose peace for the sake of the family.
I know this is not my usual writing, but someday when my children are reading this and they are having a hard time....they will know they are not alone in how they feel. They are not the first to be disappointed by family or worried about their friend. They can have a week that is not what they would have chosen. But at the end of the day, as they put their head on the pillow, they can rest and be at peace knowing someone "mom" understands.
Friday, January 22, 2010
New Years
As stupid as this sounds, I forgot how to get to my blog! I finally had the time to work my way through it. I have missed the time I spent sharing with you.
Christmas was wonderful! We had parties, presents, great food and the wonderful company of good friends and family. I thought I would write about the Nutcracker. I thought it would be nice to give my family a little culture, so I got tickets to the ballet. We went to the Elsinore Theater on the 22ND of Dec. Everyone was looking "pretty" and "excited" about the evening. Three teenagers, grandpa and grandma, and Dan and I. First of all, don't try to save money! Buy the good tickets! We were in the nose bleed section that was also made for midgets. No offense intended, my family is not what you would call delicate. All three of the teens are 6 foot and above and my husband is 6'6". Needless to say we were sitting with our knees hanging into the row in front of us. The people in that row were not to happy. You could see there faces as we were coming in. It look like the people in the coach seats on a airplane when they see us all squeezing in the middle seats!haha. What do they expect? We are Norwegians! Well, Tucker fell asleep and said he had a hard time following the story line. Jordan was bored and picking on the boys. Mackie, who loved it as a child, didn't seem as excited as I had hoped. Grandpa and Grandma are hard of hearing, and my husband couldn't quite get comfortable! Who'd guess! I of course, LOVED IT!!! The music and costumes. People all around us doing the same thing we are. Making traditions. I will do it again next year, get the good seats, and they will laugh about the sqweezefest the year before.
Christmas was wonderful! We had parties, presents, great food and the wonderful company of good friends and family. I thought I would write about the Nutcracker. I thought it would be nice to give my family a little culture, so I got tickets to the ballet. We went to the Elsinore Theater on the 22ND of Dec. Everyone was looking "pretty" and "excited" about the evening. Three teenagers, grandpa and grandma, and Dan and I. First of all, don't try to save money! Buy the good tickets! We were in the nose bleed section that was also made for midgets. No offense intended, my family is not what you would call delicate. All three of the teens are 6 foot and above and my husband is 6'6". Needless to say we were sitting with our knees hanging into the row in front of us. The people in that row were not to happy. You could see there faces as we were coming in. It look like the people in the coach seats on a airplane when they see us all squeezing in the middle seats!haha. What do they expect? We are Norwegians! Well, Tucker fell asleep and said he had a hard time following the story line. Jordan was bored and picking on the boys. Mackie, who loved it as a child, didn't seem as excited as I had hoped. Grandpa and Grandma are hard of hearing, and my husband couldn't quite get comfortable! Who'd guess! I of course, LOVED IT!!! The music and costumes. People all around us doing the same thing we are. Making traditions. I will do it again next year, get the good seats, and they will laugh about the sqweezefest the year before.
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