Tonight as I sat watching my granddaughter sing in her chorale concert I learned that her school is doing away with their music program. Teachers have not been paid in a month and our governor refuses to pass a budget so schools can pay their bills.
I personally feel young minds need structure n learning to help them focus.
I also think that Americans need to take back control when politicians who make bad choices and hold our children hostage. There is no shame in politics today and no honor. I am sure our governor is getting his paycheck unlike our teachers who are suffering at the hands of a dictator. I have hated politics most of my life but you are messing with our grand children’s education that we have worked long and hard to pay for with our taxes.
People of Pennsylvania unite and spread the word about being held hostage by our governor. Tell anyone and everyone until he is impeached or resigns. If any one of us did what he is doing to our children and others in his way, we would be fired. Help get our children’s education back.
Watching your grandchildren blossom is a blessing like no other. Holding them when they are first born makes you realize that love is not enough to describe the feelings you experience. Following their milestones, being there when they fall and allowing them to pick themselves up is how we grandparents teach them because we know they can. Recently my first grandchild realized she is at the “end” of her high school career. She is feeling nostalgia about seeing all this end because the future is uncertain. While we have no doubt she will do great things with her life, she remains unsure.
I can recall those feelings of excitement and fear mixed together like a knot in my stomach. Taking one day at a time to enjoy life as it comes is good advise but it is not until you wake one day to realize those days have slipped by. They may have been fleeting but are there to enjoy in your memories.
Go and find your memories knowing we love you and will always be in your heart. Love Pap n Gram. Continue reading →
Flashback to a simpler time in life to the year 1965….50 years ago when life had much less complication and stress. My family unit consisted of six and the potential in the faces of the children was only matched by our innocence. We began a journey that led us through the country following our parents as we moved with Dad’s military career. None of us knew what the years would bring and for one moment frozen in time a photographer helped us to capture life in the 1960’s when we knew we were loved. Little did we know where our paths would lead and the strength we would find along the way. This last week my mother turned 81 and I see the light in her eyes begin to fade. She dreams of my father who has long gone before her. Even thought she continues to guide us and be there for us, time has changed her outlook on what is left of life. Her words of wisdom ring in my ears and I spend as much time as possible with her to share her stories again and again. I want to store each memory of her to freeze it in my brain like the picture. It makes me smile when my mother tells it like she sees it.
Now I see my own children in a picture just like the one from 1965 but with their own families. I think about what trials they must live through. The family time is such an important time in life yet I see the wisdom my parents shared being passed down through generations. The love, encouragement, joy and hard work continue but in a far different world. Simpler time? Not really, and until we can put others needs before our own like the ones a mother does for her children, we will not solve the true needs of the world. Hate will continue to multiply and grow like wildfire. Don’t be afraid to hug your children, elderly, loved ones and friends. It is only through sharing your faith and love that we can help our children change the world. Our choices do matter and make a difference. Choose to be a role model, share your values, talk to your children, hug your family tight. Love them to the moon and back for love will conquer over hate if we dare to share the memories we all hold so dear.
An all inclusive word, motherhood, meant to involve years of hard work, caring, cajoling and encouraging our young to grow up not as we do but as we say. One must definitely lead by example to obtain the best results. I was reminded of this as I watched the ducks over this last summer at a pond where I met one of my friends just to walk. There is nothing more uncertain or stressful as being a Mother. When my mother used to tell me that having children was the easy part it took me until I had my own children to realize that the years I would spend teaching them as they grew up would mean the most and be the most challenging. Learning to speak a language that my children heard and observing their responses to see the results of my words.
Our house was always full of our girls, their friends and teammates. I enjoyed watching my two beautiful daughters turn into women and begin to raise their own children. I have many times been very proud of how they show their love and tough love to mold my grandchildren. I have been privileged to see five generations together and the values and morals that built a strong family unit who cares about each and everyone in that unit as if they were a child of their own.
As I sail into the sunset and watch my mother I see her still connect with the great grandchildren and treat each one as the special individual they truly are. Her strength and courage to realize she still makes a big impact keeps her moving on as she knows the goals God has set for her. I love you Mom, as you continue to guide me, love me and encourage me each time we speak. Just like the ducks in the pond, life regenerates itself and we not only learn what we live, we pass it on to the next generation.