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August 30 My Get Up and Go GuysA quiet and slow Saturday morning for me. I dont' get those often, as my beloved hubby is a "get up and go early" kind of guy. I have tried to keep up with him over the years, but I simply cannot. I am the kind of gal who loves easing into my day...lingering over a hot cup of black coffee (decaf...it's the flavor, not the jolt for me)...reading the morning paper and watching the day unfold before me. That "get up and go guy" left long before I even thought about rousing, to play a game of golf with the guys. I, on the other hand...slept til about 7:30 am and then went right to the computer to check out the Thailand Blog for an update. Nothing...I was disappointed, but went to the kitchen where by beloved "get up and go guy" had the coffee pot all ready to go. All I had to do was push the button. What a guy! I came back to the computer to find the blog updated. I have come to know that if I check too early, Tara has either not yet updated it (they are 14 hours ahead of us) or it is still floating in cyberspace. I can often come back 15 minutes later and find it. This morning, that is what it was. I am usually, the first to "comment" on her blog and often the only one. Once you start, you can't stop. Lately though, I have competition. It is my other "get up and go guy", my third child, my youngest child, my youngest son, Mojo. This morning, as I was typing what I thought was the first comment and then posted it to discover I was the second. It appears, that we were both on there at the same time and he somehow, pushed the "post" key just a bit quicker than his mother. I am losing my touch. I then emailed him and soon got a phone call. After a nice long chat with that "get up and go" son of mine (he takes after his Dad), I am still easing into my day...lingering over another cup of coffee...haven't even gotten the newspaper, because I am still in my nighty...and thinking that maybe...just maybe...I need to get moving...like maybe go workout or something...But, then again, maybe not...maybe I will sneak out to get the paper and have even a third cup of coffee while my "get up and go guys" do all that moving fast stuff. Maybe I will re-read the blog about Sojo and savor another precious moment while I can.
August 15 Don't Turn Around For Even One SecondWe wish our lives away...I remember so well as I thought about children. I couldn't wait to get pregnant. I couldn't wait for the birth. Then, I couldn't wait for Tara to sleep through the night. I couldn't wait for her to roll over, sit up and walk. I couldn't wait for her to talk. I couldn't wait for her to be potty trained. I couldn't wait for her to put sentences together so I could understand what she wanted. I couldn't wait for her to reach an age of reason (that is one that remains a mystery to me...whose sense of reasoning was I waiting for...hers or mine). I couldn't wait for her to play with little friends. I couldn't wait for her to start school. I couldn't wait for her to receive the Sacraments of the church. I couldn't wait for her to go to high school and drive and go to dances...wait a minute...that's right...that's when I started thinking things were moving far too fast and I wanted her to slow down. That's when I decided that potty training had been a breeze and these teen years were far more mind boggling and emotionally draining. That's when I realized that I had turned once too often and had remained with my eyes closed for one second longer than I should have. That's when I relized that she was growing up and that my little girl was gone forever. Now she is a mother herself watching her own daughter grow right before her eyes. Keep your eyes on her T...before you know it...those special stuffed animals and dolls will be turned in for Ipods and video games and cell phones and boys and dances and dreams that you will want to see come true...before you know it...you will be saying...I can't wait to be a grandmother and you will be watching it all again, like me and wanting to slow down and savor each moment through the eyes of a child once more. How special it is for me to see it all again with a daughter who loves so genuinely, so freely, so deeply. ENJOY...
August 11 Beauty ... In The Eyes of The BeholderI came home from a weekend women's retreat yesterday to find Tara's Blog had pictures of Sojo and stories about what she has been up to. Oh, how I look forward to those moments...reading about her and seeing her beauty shine through. Tara talked about how she doesn't feeling "conceited" talking about Sojo's beauty because she isn't her biological mother. Somehow, she thinks that gives her the freedom to speak of beauty without thinking she had anything to do with it. I remember a little girl about the same age that I was in awe of too. Her beauty was undeniable and something I saw everyday and continue to have seen over and over again throughout her "near" 40 years. Beauty is in the eyes of the person who sees it..."the eye of the beholder". I am posting 3 pictures of 3 little girls to show a bit of the beauty of this family...be they born of our blood or of our heart. Do you see resemblance in the three? I do. All around the age of 2, give or take a few months maybe. I truly believe that God places babies in our wombs and in our hearts and no matter where they come from, they become one with us and their beauty shines through in all they do. I look into Sojo's eyes and I see Tara everyday. I know that someday, I will look into the eyes of Sean or Matt's child and see them. So...dear daughter...don't ever feel guilty for seeing beauty in your child. Being a mother is what gives you the freedom to do that.
And then, there is this "oldie" with her pants too long, but look at that natural blonde hair. Beauty is in the eyes of one who sees it. If we look through the eyes of God...we see His infinite beauty in all people and all things. When we look through our eyes with love, we see beauty. That's why I look at these three and see beauty. I see love...
August 01 Walking A Spiritual PathBetween the women's retreats that I help prepare and present in my parish and labyrinth walks that I do, my spiritual path is pretty full right now. This morning, as I was preparing something, I thought abut Sojo and the spiritual path that she is on. Chances are, her biological parents were Buddhist. Most of China is. However, we really do not know for sure. T was raised Roman Catholic, receiving all of her Sacraments while still living at home. D was raised Christian. They have come together as a family and are raising Sojo with an open mind and open heart. I loved the way they took her to the Buddhist Temple for a blessing while in Sojo's birth area of Yunnan Province. I love the way Sojo has a couple of friends who hang out in the garden with her...Buddha and St. Francis. She doesn't seem to love one more than the other. I think that Sojo will have a well rounded spirituality about her...loving all people no matter what their color or religion is and certainly not where they come from around the world. With a family so diversified, how could she not grow into a well rounded and balanced young woman, filled with the spirit and love that God intended us to have. |
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