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If I could dance with my father again.

Throughout life you will find that as people come and go, some never really leave. I was thirteen years old when he passed away. He was and is still the greatest man I ever knew. My popa. In my mind he was the most honest, loving, and caring person to ever walk the earth. He was my knight in shining armor, my Prince charming, he was my hero. Actually, he still is my hero. He served for his country would have proudly done it again. He spent his days hunting and fishing before diabetes ultimately took his site. We spent our afternoons building things in the shed and making messes for my Nanny to clean up. He may have been set in his ways but I can’t recall a time he ever told me no.

To know him was to love him. He was the first man in my life, and set the bar pretty high for what a man should be. I know most kids enjoy spending time with their grandparents, but he was far more than just a “popa” to me. There was an unspoken bond between the two us. I remember asking one time “how could ever get married?!?!? There will be no dad to give me away!” He gave me this silly face and said “well, I wasn’t going to let just anybody take you off! Figure I’ll meet him first and I might let him have you.” I knew from that moment on, he would fulfill any “daddy duty” we encountered.

Sadly, he never made it to wedding day. To honor him, his photo was with us at the arch my husband and I exchanged our vows under. My actual father and I dedicated the “father-daughter” dance at my wedding to him. It was an extremely emotional moment for everyone, but I know that for every second that passed, he was with me. I was able to dance with home again (so to speak). That was the song played. Today he is weighing heavily on my mind and I hope that everyday since he has passed he’s been proud of who I am and who I am becoming.

 

To my popa, my hero, this one’s for you.

It’s the little people in life.

Sometimes all you need is a little sunshine, a best friend, and a front porch.

After a very busy week filled with a lot of the normal chaos having two children brings, I decided we needed a break from our weekend. Ever notice how time off is never spent “off”? The previous week was jam packed with things to prepare and to catch-up on by the unexpected surgery for Chance and the everyday hustle and bustle of life. After much thought I decided sunshine was what we all really needed. Instead of trying to cram in one more activity or one more event, I grabbed a lawn chair, the kiddy pool, and the sprinkler the kids received at Easter. Moments later I was able to sit back and watch my kids enjoy their water wonderland.

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The whole memory cost about $15. That’s including the water used for the pool and the sprinkler ($10 of that can’t be counted because the pool is at least two years old). The sheer joy on their faces as the water sparkled in the sunshine was overwhelming. To others passing by it may have looked like a normal Sunday in the sun, but I was enjoying a little piece of heaven on earth. With my phone and all other electronics locked away inside we where able to really enjoy each other. It’s funny how easy it is to connect once you disconnect. The sound of their laughter while splashing each other was far better than any song the radio has to offer. Listening as their imaginations run wild was and is such a blessing to experience. Mermaids, monsters, whales, and boats where the highlights of their adventure in the lost lagoon (kiddy pool). Of course the monster was quickly fed up with the mermaids attemps to ride the whale off into the sunset! Hey, how many siblings do you know that do not disagree from time to time?

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. It’s not just the little things in life, but the little people in life that make it so enjoyable. My children are my greatest accomplishment, and I spend so much time trying to teach them things or give them something to take with them through life, I fail to see the many things they can teach me. It’s not about the quantity of time we spend with each other but the quality of time. So turn off that smart phone, step away from the t.v.,and enjoy your little people!

Getting Schooled

“What do say in a moment like this, when you can’t find the words to tell it like it is? Just bite your tongue and let your heart lead the way. Oh what do you say?”

I find myself saying that more and more often these days. With two young children it’s a hard thing to tell it like it is. It starts when someone takes a toy, or doesn’t want to share, but what about when it’s a real heart breaker?

My son just turned five and started his first year of school. One of the kids in his class is down right mean. To the point of knowing he’s mean and doesn’t care. On several occasions he has hit my son, kicked him, hit him with other objects, and snatched toys away. Then, when he’s asked to give them back you’re not sure of he’s going to throw a fit or throw the toy at someones head.

A few days ago, driving home from school he seemed a little upset. After asking what’s wrong, he responded with an answer that truly brought tears to my eyes. “I just want to be his friend, everyone needs a friend, and he has none. Maybe if he had one friend, he would be nice, and have a lot of friends.” Isn’t amazing how someone so young has a heart so pure? It doesn’t bother him that the child has been ugly. He only wants to help the kid.

Boy, couldn’t we learn a few things from this? How many times have you experienced similar upsets? Someone else taking something you wanted or worked for. Someone else saying unkind words to or about you. It’s hard to turn the other cheek, but even harder to love them anyway. Can you imagine what this world would be like if we could love the way children do?

Whole heartedly, with all trust, and believing that you can help anyone. Man it must feel amazing to have the confidence of a five year old.