Sorry that I haven't written in a while but working 6 days a week and one day off. I never really have the time that I used to. But I found a moment now. There is so many things to blog about. One night at work we were talking about the economy how the down hill spiral is starting. How gas is effecting everything in our world. One person told her daughter to sell her house and move closer to the city because just driving her car to work and back is costing her $1000 a month. Plus the house payment is closed to $3000 a month. Her daughter and husband both have two jobs and they are living for the gas pump and mortages. It seems to be that way for many people now and days.
People are living far among their incoming finance's. So many people have foreclosed on their properties because of loans they have created on their homes. I have been looking at some of the homes and they have been trashed due to people being upset of not being able to pay the money to keep their properties or up keep before leaving their homes. People are doing craziness things such as carjacking vehicles so they can get to their work because they don't have the gas.
Imaging trying to make a decision on how to spend your money around. Gas, food, and bills. Hmmm what bill will have pay next time so I can put a gallon of gas today. That is not including the idea of having any fun in your life. Taking a vacations well that is a big decision on everyone plate. I think most vacations will be staying home and not having to work both jobs. To rest and relax from the rat race of coming and going. I think some people a vacation will be not going to one job. But going to the other.
I can't believe back in the day our grandparents and some of our own parents had one person bring in all the money. Mom stayed home and did things with the kids and people just made it. We had the basic essential of life and were totally happy. Now we can have the basic essential and still two people work.
Yes, we can cut our way of living. Imagine no cell phones, basic cable and no Internet. Paying cash for everything food, clothes and gas. Buying things at bulk rates. Not going out to fast food or any dinners, just cooking things from the kitchen. Splurging will be going to the drive in movies because you can bring your own snacks and lots of people in at once for a reasonable fee. Or movie night on what is the movie of the week on television.
Sounds pretty nice doesn't it. But that is not the reality of our lives. Many of us have cell phones, cable with the bells and whistles. Internet on one or more things, such as WII consoles, Playstation 3 as well as PC's. We cook most meals at home but have schedule times for fast food because things coming up and instead of having meals late at night stop somewhere to pick up that quick meal for the evening. Going to the movies in theater and buy or not the concession stand snacks.
How many people are going to survive these days that seem to be coming up in our lives. Many jobs are being lost due to high fuel cost. Of companies not being able to stay open because we are not able to spend it so loosely now and days. We now count every penny and have to sacrifice things now. I find that it is becoming a very scary thing any more out there.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
A year older
Well here I am a year older. I was talking with some of my co-workers and we were ponder how young we really are compare to our residents. Just going by my time line it was shocking in itself.
First President: John F. Kennedy, Lydon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Regan, George Bush Sr. Bill Clinton, George Bush Jr.
Some invention: Vinyl Records, 8 tracks, Cassettes, CD's. Dial Phones, Push Button Phones, to Cordless Phones. Cell Phone the size of a shoe box, to Cell phones the size of credit cards. Personal Computers that were for business only, PC's for home to laptops. Black/White TV. Tube Color TV. Plasma, LCD TV. Reel to reel, VHS, Beta, DVD, HD, BlueRay.
House that sold for 30,000 in the 70's to now 500,000 in the 2000. Cars that were 5,000 to 50,000 and up.
Safety issues: Smoking everywhere, restaurants, movies, grocery stores and schools lounges. Driving without seat belts. Drinking and driving. Thou are some of things were not acceptable back in the day but they are now frown strongly.
Movies of singing and hope. The idea of something going to happen in the bedroom. To movies showing people in the sexual act. Scary movies without the blood to movies that show more blood than a human can hold in their bodies spray around the rooms. Sci-fi movies of silly spaceships and green aliens to walking on the movies. Couples sleeping in separate beds to gay sex.
Gosh I have seen a lot but not as much as the elders. It kind of scary when you think about it. Our parents seen even more. How did I survive all those years of drinking out the garden hoses and licking the cake batter off the spoons.
Well now that I have made you guys feel older than the hills. Keep those youthful thoughts and click your heels together and you will feel younger.
First President: John F. Kennedy, Lydon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Regan, George Bush Sr. Bill Clinton, George Bush Jr.
Some invention: Vinyl Records, 8 tracks, Cassettes, CD's. Dial Phones, Push Button Phones, to Cordless Phones. Cell Phone the size of a shoe box, to Cell phones the size of credit cards. Personal Computers that were for business only, PC's for home to laptops. Black/White TV. Tube Color TV. Plasma, LCD TV. Reel to reel, VHS, Beta, DVD, HD, BlueRay.
House that sold for 30,000 in the 70's to now 500,000 in the 2000. Cars that were 5,000 to 50,000 and up.
Safety issues: Smoking everywhere, restaurants, movies, grocery stores and schools lounges. Driving without seat belts. Drinking and driving. Thou are some of things were not acceptable back in the day but they are now frown strongly.
Movies of singing and hope. The idea of something going to happen in the bedroom. To movies showing people in the sexual act. Scary movies without the blood to movies that show more blood than a human can hold in their bodies spray around the rooms. Sci-fi movies of silly spaceships and green aliens to walking on the movies. Couples sleeping in separate beds to gay sex.
Gosh I have seen a lot but not as much as the elders. It kind of scary when you think about it. Our parents seen even more. How did I survive all those years of drinking out the garden hoses and licking the cake batter off the spoons.
Well now that I have made you guys feel older than the hills. Keep those youthful thoughts and click your heels together and you will feel younger.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Remember the Moments
Have you ever been taken back in time with a simple gesture. A smell, sound and even a song. Funny how things can take you back to a time that may be painful or the most beautiful time. I have some of those moment's myself.
Take a simple Hershey Milk Chocolate bar. The plain brown wrapper. Not the one with almonds just plain milk chocolate. I see one of those and it makes me think of my grandfather. Grandpa use to give me one of those when he couldn't take me some where. It was back in the day when girls did girl thinks with the women. The boys did man things. But being the only girl there were times I couldn't be in the raindeer games. He would pull out the wonderful candy bar and it seem to fix everything at the time. Still to this day I like my Hershey Milk Chocolate cold out of the refrig. makes me think of him.
In the summertime the music playing on the radio as I would be getting on the bus to go strawberry picking to earn money of my own when I was just a kid. "Singing Sky Rockets in Flight. Afternoon delight". Funny how the words change as you get older. Didn't know what they were singing at the time. The music seems to make us think of many things in our lives. Certain songs makes us think about the first loves of our lives. The music playing in the background with the first kiss. The song that was playing when you got your heart broken.
The smell of the ocean and pine trees of all the fun times I had with my family camping. The cleaning of freshly caught catfish just before stick it in a hot frying pan. The fresh smell of coffee when your mom cracks the seal of the new can of coffee, for her first cup of coffee. The smell of fresh roses in the early spring bring us a new day. The wet dog smells from the many pets I used to play with as a child growing up. Roasting marshmallows between to graham crackers and chunk of chocolate by the open campfire.
The feel of cool rain on the my face walking to school. The taste of snow reminds me the first time that I seen it snow at my house. The warm breeze coming off the ocean, spraying salt water of lazy days in the summer time.
I find the older that I get I remember things at the craziest times. Things that bring me to a place that was earred marked is some aspect that needs to be remembered. Most of these moments I stop and enjoy the feelings that come across me. Soak in special feeliness that are warm. The refreshing moments that bring me the energy that will get me thru the trying times. The sad moments to remember what I have learned. To remember those who need to be remembered.
It just amazes me how simple things can bring me to those moments. Moments that I thought were so long ago forgotten. The ones that make me smile from beam from ear to ear. The ones that make me laugh. I enjoyed the chuckle and the pleasure to be able to laugh at myself. The ones that bring me tears, I enjoyed the honor and love that comes with it. The lessons I learned.
I hope these things, these moments come to you too. Stop and enjoy them. Live in that moment because I find that life it too short not too.
Take a simple Hershey Milk Chocolate bar. The plain brown wrapper. Not the one with almonds just plain milk chocolate. I see one of those and it makes me think of my grandfather. Grandpa use to give me one of those when he couldn't take me some where. It was back in the day when girls did girl thinks with the women. The boys did man things. But being the only girl there were times I couldn't be in the raindeer games. He would pull out the wonderful candy bar and it seem to fix everything at the time. Still to this day I like my Hershey Milk Chocolate cold out of the refrig. makes me think of him.
In the summertime the music playing on the radio as I would be getting on the bus to go strawberry picking to earn money of my own when I was just a kid. "Singing Sky Rockets in Flight. Afternoon delight". Funny how the words change as you get older. Didn't know what they were singing at the time. The music seems to make us think of many things in our lives. Certain songs makes us think about the first loves of our lives. The music playing in the background with the first kiss. The song that was playing when you got your heart broken.
The smell of the ocean and pine trees of all the fun times I had with my family camping. The cleaning of freshly caught catfish just before stick it in a hot frying pan. The fresh smell of coffee when your mom cracks the seal of the new can of coffee, for her first cup of coffee. The smell of fresh roses in the early spring bring us a new day. The wet dog smells from the many pets I used to play with as a child growing up. Roasting marshmallows between to graham crackers and chunk of chocolate by the open campfire.
The feel of cool rain on the my face walking to school. The taste of snow reminds me the first time that I seen it snow at my house. The warm breeze coming off the ocean, spraying salt water of lazy days in the summer time.
I find the older that I get I remember things at the craziest times. Things that bring me to a place that was earred marked is some aspect that needs to be remembered. Most of these moments I stop and enjoy the feelings that come across me. Soak in special feeliness that are warm. The refreshing moments that bring me the energy that will get me thru the trying times. The sad moments to remember what I have learned. To remember those who need to be remembered.
It just amazes me how simple things can bring me to those moments. Moments that I thought were so long ago forgotten. The ones that make me smile from beam from ear to ear. The ones that make me laugh. I enjoyed the chuckle and the pleasure to be able to laugh at myself. The ones that bring me tears, I enjoyed the honor and love that comes with it. The lessons I learned.
I hope these things, these moments come to you too. Stop and enjoy them. Live in that moment because I find that life it too short not too.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Would I do it again?
Here I am waiting for my teenage son to get up so I can take him to work and then go to bed myself. Up all night with my old people patients. Gosh sometimes they are such a handful. Some are like children being little scamps in the night. Trying to get out of bed, because they remember the days that they could. Now the must depend on others to help them. Some are like little stealth ninjas warming them.
Then their are the patients that are like our grandparents. Ready to scold you when you are not on time to help them. They have all their little brain cells together but their poor little body have given out on them. Makes them a little cranky those independent souls. Wanting the respect of being old and enjoying themselves but they are now bed bound. Their lives cut short due some health reason.
The patients that can focus in short spurts of reality. They recognize you as the one taking care of them but doesn't take much for them to lose sight of reality. Too remind them that they are not alone and all is right with the world around them. They then settle in the between the good old days and today. Looking at you with those trusting eyes that you are the steady one in their lives to take care of them and answer what questions that need to be done. To take them to the bathroom and make sure they eat their meals.
Then the patients that are not quite sick but not well enough to take care of themselves yet. Wondering why when I was younger I bounced back so quickly and now what is wrong with me. How am I going to pay for this and pay rent at the same time. Giving the answer give it time just doesn't quite fix it and ease their minds that all is well with them.
Then the patients that when you left for your two days off. You find that they are on death door, waiting for it to open. They squeeze your hand because they hear your words but are unable to open their eyes to see into yours. You whisper in their ear that they are not alone and they may go in peace. That there are plenty of people wishing nothing but good for you. The family it depending on you to make sure their last days on earth a peaceful and painless. I look up in the sky and pray that god gives me the strength to help his angel to come to him. To hold his hand in mind and squeeze his hand as he walks to the other size. To said good bye is the hardest thing to them. They were there such a short time to make you laugh, frustrate you for their safety. To learn of their youth and their greatest love. To listen of stories of their children and life in general. Then it time. Some goodbyes are hard to do but at last there is peace at last with the last grasp of breath and you see smile on their face as they go.
My job is more demanding than I thought it would be. Between the emotions of trying to please the healthy ones and fix the broken souls. There are night that it's hard to put on that happy face. But the greatest reward that I get on a regular bases is that smile of recognition that I am doing everything right. That scared rabbit is not so scared anymore when they see me walk into the room and let them know that all is well during the night.
If I can coach them into telling me what they did in their lifetime. What is was like way back when. I find each and everyone of them were sweet kind people. With lives outside of my little nursing facility. Each one had families and friends. When I have to say goodbye it is good graces with each one. They ones that make it back home with families and friends. I am please to say goodbye. For the ones that it is their time I hope that I have made them to cross to the other side as equally rewarding.
I ask myself would I do it again. Hmmm, Yes I would. I am needed where others are unable to been there for them. Plus I hope all that I do now I hope there is a kind person to take the time and patience's with me. To help me. To make my life as an old person peaceful. I just wish I would have started so much younger. But I guess it better than not at all.
Then their are the patients that are like our grandparents. Ready to scold you when you are not on time to help them. They have all their little brain cells together but their poor little body have given out on them. Makes them a little cranky those independent souls. Wanting the respect of being old and enjoying themselves but they are now bed bound. Their lives cut short due some health reason.
The patients that can focus in short spurts of reality. They recognize you as the one taking care of them but doesn't take much for them to lose sight of reality. Too remind them that they are not alone and all is right with the world around them. They then settle in the between the good old days and today. Looking at you with those trusting eyes that you are the steady one in their lives to take care of them and answer what questions that need to be done. To take them to the bathroom and make sure they eat their meals.
Then the patients that are not quite sick but not well enough to take care of themselves yet. Wondering why when I was younger I bounced back so quickly and now what is wrong with me. How am I going to pay for this and pay rent at the same time. Giving the answer give it time just doesn't quite fix it and ease their minds that all is well with them.
Then the patients that when you left for your two days off. You find that they are on death door, waiting for it to open. They squeeze your hand because they hear your words but are unable to open their eyes to see into yours. You whisper in their ear that they are not alone and they may go in peace. That there are plenty of people wishing nothing but good for you. The family it depending on you to make sure their last days on earth a peaceful and painless. I look up in the sky and pray that god gives me the strength to help his angel to come to him. To hold his hand in mind and squeeze his hand as he walks to the other size. To said good bye is the hardest thing to them. They were there such a short time to make you laugh, frustrate you for their safety. To learn of their youth and their greatest love. To listen of stories of their children and life in general. Then it time. Some goodbyes are hard to do but at last there is peace at last with the last grasp of breath and you see smile on their face as they go.
My job is more demanding than I thought it would be. Between the emotions of trying to please the healthy ones and fix the broken souls. There are night that it's hard to put on that happy face. But the greatest reward that I get on a regular bases is that smile of recognition that I am doing everything right. That scared rabbit is not so scared anymore when they see me walk into the room and let them know that all is well during the night.
If I can coach them into telling me what they did in their lifetime. What is was like way back when. I find each and everyone of them were sweet kind people. With lives outside of my little nursing facility. Each one had families and friends. When I have to say goodbye it is good graces with each one. They ones that make it back home with families and friends. I am please to say goodbye. For the ones that it is their time I hope that I have made them to cross to the other side as equally rewarding.
I ask myself would I do it again. Hmmm, Yes I would. I am needed where others are unable to been there for them. Plus I hope all that I do now I hope there is a kind person to take the time and patience's with me. To help me. To make my life as an old person peaceful. I just wish I would have started so much younger. But I guess it better than not at all.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Guardian Angel's
Well today is a day off. Yippee. I was sitting here pondering ones life. Where is all those interesting people gone that impressed me in my life. You know the ones that have some how giving us a little part of themselves. Either known or unknown left you better human being.
I was thinking of a boy at the time now a man; whatever happen to him. Here I was a tenth grader and him to me at the time was a man a senior in pottery class. What is he up too today. Is he still living. I tried looking for him and wondering what he has been up too. To thank him for treating me so kind and thinking I had a brain and that I was cute. In my funny awkward stage in my life. Pimples, bad hair days. Gosh the lovely late 70's. Almost 30 years later I see what our relationship really was at the time. Thinking it was something else totally different. What a crush I had on him. But he was just being kind to a so sad little girl with no confidences in oneself. Shy, ugly little thing. I remember when he would take his time and show me how to do things in the clay. I never did master the wheel by the way. But he was patience and showed me that I could be crafty and creative. Too look into one self and believe.
Another man later in my life just after high school. Going to community college showed me how immature I was in the well sexually things in life. Wow what an eye opener that was, but I did learn was passions and climaxing was one day. Yes, I was still shy but being the quiet one did have it's advantages. I found out that sometimes you don't have to be in love to have fun. Gosh what a silly little girl I was at the time. Yes, mom if you read this I wasn't as innocence as I wanted you to think I was in those days. Ode to the days of experiencing hmmmm life.
Another person was a teacher. She was a middle school teacher. I think I did my best and she would shoot it down. Things that I thought that I worked my butt off and deserved a "A" was only "C" at best. She would give me another chance and say do it again. Apply yourself, dig deep in yourself. Open that gate to the world in your brain and let yourself free. Gosh I hated her and thought she was picking on me. I would whisper terrible names each time that I would go to her class. Dread it each and everyday. But guess what after the year was over and I endured each English class after that I was rather proud of myself. Guess what, I did go back and thank her for being the best teacher I ever and taught me patience's and keep that gate opened and enjoy the adventures of imagination. To enjoy my daydream world. I learned to enjoy books, writing and life.
A counselor and history teacher that I had in middle school. Those men who really saved my life. When I was the new kid in class in school. The new kid from a whole different state none the less. To come into school when the peer groups were formed and outsiders where meant nothing to no one. I was from a low income family, and didn't have the fashionable clothes that everyone else had and zero self esteem of my looks. To mean kids that shun the idea that you shared the air you breath with them let along their lives. That tease me so terrible with names and behavior that I was really ready to quit life it self. The history teacher that finally put his foot down when I finally couldn't take it anymore. I had hit bottom in a black hole that had no light at the end of a tunnel that I actually lost my mind in his class. He let me vent my hurt and desperation of being alone in the world. No friends, no kindness and being separated by others. Because they moved away their desk with discuss when I sit in their row. He stopped class that day and called the counselor and he came on got me. I don't know what was said upon my leaving but I never had trouble in that class again. My counselor didn't tell me that I had to see a doctor but had me come to his office many weeks after that and helped me through each day to see what a beautiful person that I really was and that cruelness's of others. How really ugly beautiful people could be in one life. He show me how to forgive and move on. It took many, many years to heal after that year but I became a stronger and better person much later in life, as an adult.
Where are my guardian angels in my past life. I have meet too many and met some still today. There isn't enough blogging to tell you of each person that have made me the person, who I am today. I just hope that I have shared those same things with others in their lives that they consider me someone that has helped them through something without ever knowing it. Have I made a difference's in someone life without ever knowing what I have done. I am not saying I want to know then it would not make it special and humbling. But I do ponder the idea have I pay it forward. Have I given something of myself so freely without asking anything in return to help someone else in life they didn't know that needed it. Have I been a guardian angel.
I was thinking of a boy at the time now a man; whatever happen to him. Here I was a tenth grader and him to me at the time was a man a senior in pottery class. What is he up too today. Is he still living. I tried looking for him and wondering what he has been up too. To thank him for treating me so kind and thinking I had a brain and that I was cute. In my funny awkward stage in my life. Pimples, bad hair days. Gosh the lovely late 70's. Almost 30 years later I see what our relationship really was at the time. Thinking it was something else totally different. What a crush I had on him. But he was just being kind to a so sad little girl with no confidences in oneself. Shy, ugly little thing. I remember when he would take his time and show me how to do things in the clay. I never did master the wheel by the way. But he was patience and showed me that I could be crafty and creative. Too look into one self and believe.
Another man later in my life just after high school. Going to community college showed me how immature I was in the well sexually things in life. Wow what an eye opener that was, but I did learn was passions and climaxing was one day. Yes, I was still shy but being the quiet one did have it's advantages. I found out that sometimes you don't have to be in love to have fun. Gosh what a silly little girl I was at the time. Yes, mom if you read this I wasn't as innocence as I wanted you to think I was in those days. Ode to the days of experiencing hmmmm life.
Another person was a teacher. She was a middle school teacher. I think I did my best and she would shoot it down. Things that I thought that I worked my butt off and deserved a "A" was only "C" at best. She would give me another chance and say do it again. Apply yourself, dig deep in yourself. Open that gate to the world in your brain and let yourself free. Gosh I hated her and thought she was picking on me. I would whisper terrible names each time that I would go to her class. Dread it each and everyday. But guess what after the year was over and I endured each English class after that I was rather proud of myself. Guess what, I did go back and thank her for being the best teacher I ever and taught me patience's and keep that gate opened and enjoy the adventures of imagination. To enjoy my daydream world. I learned to enjoy books, writing and life.
A counselor and history teacher that I had in middle school. Those men who really saved my life. When I was the new kid in class in school. The new kid from a whole different state none the less. To come into school when the peer groups were formed and outsiders where meant nothing to no one. I was from a low income family, and didn't have the fashionable clothes that everyone else had and zero self esteem of my looks. To mean kids that shun the idea that you shared the air you breath with them let along their lives. That tease me so terrible with names and behavior that I was really ready to quit life it self. The history teacher that finally put his foot down when I finally couldn't take it anymore. I had hit bottom in a black hole that had no light at the end of a tunnel that I actually lost my mind in his class. He let me vent my hurt and desperation of being alone in the world. No friends, no kindness and being separated by others. Because they moved away their desk with discuss when I sit in their row. He stopped class that day and called the counselor and he came on got me. I don't know what was said upon my leaving but I never had trouble in that class again. My counselor didn't tell me that I had to see a doctor but had me come to his office many weeks after that and helped me through each day to see what a beautiful person that I really was and that cruelness's of others. How really ugly beautiful people could be in one life. He show me how to forgive and move on. It took many, many years to heal after that year but I became a stronger and better person much later in life, as an adult.
Where are my guardian angels in my past life. I have meet too many and met some still today. There isn't enough blogging to tell you of each person that have made me the person, who I am today. I just hope that I have shared those same things with others in their lives that they consider me someone that has helped them through something without ever knowing it. Have I made a difference's in someone life without ever knowing what I have done. I am not saying I want to know then it would not make it special and humbling. But I do ponder the idea have I pay it forward. Have I given something of myself so freely without asking anything in return to help someone else in life they didn't know that needed it. Have I been a guardian angel.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Pedicure's
Well today I had my first pedicure. Oh My God! It was so terrific. I just got off from working 16 days straight between both jobs. I decided that today would be a pamper myself and my daughter too. We had our nails done and pedicures. I have gotten her them before but I have this thing about people touching my feet.
But now I have a whole new meaning. It was so great. My feet haven't felt so good. I see many of those in my future. My feet really don't hurt and my calf's feel re-engized. I think I will spending my little allowance that I allow myself to get one once a week. Since I am on my feet all the time now.
So ladies if you want a great experience go for the pedicure. It so relaxing and your feet will thank you.
But now I have a whole new meaning. It was so great. My feet haven't felt so good. I see many of those in my future. My feet really don't hurt and my calf's feel re-engized. I think I will spending my little allowance that I allow myself to get one once a week. Since I am on my feet all the time now.
So ladies if you want a great experience go for the pedicure. It so relaxing and your feet will thank you.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Kids and the World Today
I know that it takes me awhile to come back in a blog. But I work alot and my time is always limited. But I will try and do better. Well I was out in the stores this morning, after a long night at work and notice something that really bothers me. Which is: Why has this society decided to ignore the most precious thing we have in our lifetime. The one thing that will hopefully take care of us in the end when we are old and gray. That is our children.
There are so many parents out there talking to other people on their cell phones that they have forgotten out to commuicate with the one thing that is right there in front of them. I see it all the time when I driving or just out in the world. It is so few at times that I don't see it. See how many you see around you and see if I am just being silly.
Here I am in the store getting my little bit of groceries to hold us over until I get a day off. When I see a woman with her child talking on the cell phone. The child is trying to get her attention and she chatting away with whom ever is on the other line. The child say "mom, mom" and she just chatting and say "just a minute" or "I will right with you". I here her chatting down each isle and every so often a child says "mom" but to no answer in return. I end up going to the check out and right in front of me is the same person on the phone during her money transaction still chatting and the child has succomb to being ignore. What I could over hear over the conversation which I couldn't help over hearing is something a friend and her date and let's get together and such. Not work related or anything of importants that we be okay to ignore her own child.
But I see that so often in so many ways. People driving in their cars. Parents on the phone and the child with a DVD or playing a game in the back seat. Or them on their own cell phones talking to whom ever. Out in the malls, parks and restaurants. Grown adults interacting with others adults on the phone and the child is left to figure what to do with themselves waiting for their parents attention.
I found that being with my child during store, car and restaurent was our time to chat and see what is up in the world. To have interesting conversation, learning such as spelling, homework time. Or what is going on with them. Enjoying my time with them. Maybe that is why when I am off from work I hang out at home instead of running around with friends myself. Or just dragging one of the kids around with me errands to laugh and joke with them. To see what is going on with me in their crazy lives. Me and my kids are very close. I feel that we are that is in my opinion. But I wouldn't trade that time of talking for the world. Listening to their music even if I don't agree with it. What books expand their minds. What the hip word of the day. What craziest of peer pressure is out there influcence my own children.
Because in the end when I my kids face the outside world. I want to make sure that I have prepared them. Will they be followers or leaders. Will they make up their own minds or include me in their decisions. Plus they will only be around so much and then thet are gone from us doing their own things in the world. Careers, family and friends will be the center of their world. Then I will be alone waiting to be their world once again to hopefully join my own.
I enjoy each conversation I have with my children and their friends. I treasure them very much. I was blessed with two great kids. They know that they are my world and have taught me so much and hopefully I have taught them as well.
Well off to be a mom. And I will try and do better blogging.
There are so many parents out there talking to other people on their cell phones that they have forgotten out to commuicate with the one thing that is right there in front of them. I see it all the time when I driving or just out in the world. It is so few at times that I don't see it. See how many you see around you and see if I am just being silly.
Here I am in the store getting my little bit of groceries to hold us over until I get a day off. When I see a woman with her child talking on the cell phone. The child is trying to get her attention and she chatting away with whom ever is on the other line. The child say "mom, mom" and she just chatting and say "just a minute" or "I will right with you". I here her chatting down each isle and every so often a child says "mom" but to no answer in return. I end up going to the check out and right in front of me is the same person on the phone during her money transaction still chatting and the child has succomb to being ignore. What I could over hear over the conversation which I couldn't help over hearing is something a friend and her date and let's get together and such. Not work related or anything of importants that we be okay to ignore her own child.
But I see that so often in so many ways. People driving in their cars. Parents on the phone and the child with a DVD or playing a game in the back seat. Or them on their own cell phones talking to whom ever. Out in the malls, parks and restaurants. Grown adults interacting with others adults on the phone and the child is left to figure what to do with themselves waiting for their parents attention.
I found that being with my child during store, car and restaurent was our time to chat and see what is up in the world. To have interesting conversation, learning such as spelling, homework time. Or what is going on with them. Enjoying my time with them. Maybe that is why when I am off from work I hang out at home instead of running around with friends myself. Or just dragging one of the kids around with me errands to laugh and joke with them. To see what is going on with me in their crazy lives. Me and my kids are very close. I feel that we are that is in my opinion. But I wouldn't trade that time of talking for the world. Listening to their music even if I don't agree with it. What books expand their minds. What the hip word of the day. What craziest of peer pressure is out there influcence my own children.
Because in the end when I my kids face the outside world. I want to make sure that I have prepared them. Will they be followers or leaders. Will they make up their own minds or include me in their decisions. Plus they will only be around so much and then thet are gone from us doing their own things in the world. Careers, family and friends will be the center of their world. Then I will be alone waiting to be their world once again to hopefully join my own.
I enjoy each conversation I have with my children and their friends. I treasure them very much. I was blessed with two great kids. They know that they are my world and have taught me so much and hopefully I have taught them as well.
Well off to be a mom. And I will try and do better blogging.
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