It felt like a real milestone! When I reached my first 100 followers I was excited! I’ve never been followed before. How reaffirming, flattering even! Now, these people are going to read my stories and articles — they’re following me!
I started following too. I tried to be genuine and authentic. I read writers’ work, and I was choosy. I especially tried to read some of my followers’ work. (And, repay the favor, right?) I followed talent and skill and creative ideas. I followed writers who I wished to emulate. …
It doesn’t happen overnight, but it does happen. Suddenly you return to the responsibility of only brushing your own teeth and reading your own bedtime story. It’s amazingly liberating on the one hand. It’s what you’ve been striving for. It’s the kite string beginning to extend. And then, you wonder, “ what am I supposed to be doing now?!”
The kids aren’t exactly grown and they still need you and demand your attention and guidance and TLC but it’s a little bit more removed now. They don’t follow you around the house and you actually have to go find them!
There is never a good time to lose your Dad.
My brothers and sister and I were on the threshold of adulthood when our Dad died. (Cancer is the devil.)
His passing left my Mom a relatively young widow with an empty nest.
My Mom remarried Earl and I was happy for her. She needed a husband.
But, he’s not my Dad.
I know my Dad loved my Mom and I knew he would want her to be happy. And, this was my initial motivation to welcome Earl into our family.
When I had kids I mourned my…
The absolute worst thing about gym class in elementary school was being chosen last for dodge-ball teams. Just kill the shreds of my remaining self-confidence now!
I hated gym class. I stunk at everything that required established athletic skills. Yes, we were expected to be good at things ALREADY with very little direction or teaching provided by our P.E. coach. He had his established favorites (already skilled players and natural athletes) and after they showed what we were doing — it was everyone else’s turn. “You can’t do a pull up?” Noted. (But, there was no plan for you to…
There wasn’t a lot of alone time for me when I was growing up. Big family + sharing a room with my sister + a small (ish) house = a limited amount of time all by myself.
Still, I found it.
I love dogs. My family’s pet (Tiny) was deemed mine (with my siblings not interested in her). I would sometimes snuggle with Tiny as she curled in my lap on the floor sitting in her bed in the coat closet. Alone time found!
Alone, but not lonely.
As soon as I learned to read, I discovered a new version…
My parents started their married life in a cute, tiny, house-trailer in a park. It had everything they needed. They slept, cooked and even brought home their first of five babies in that trailer. My Mom loved that she could get herself and her baby ready for the day and clean the house from top to bottom before noon. And, if you know my Mom, you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that there was bread dough rising, a roast in the oven and a pie cooling on the counter. (My Mom’s got skills.)
If you think living conditions seemed a…
A — Adorable (You are!)
B — Blessed (You have amazing parents who care for you.)
C — Choices (Fill your head and heart with Jesus’ teachings to guide your life’s choices.)
D — Dream
E — Enjoy (enjoy your childhood!)
F — Family and friends (lean on them.)
G — Grow (But, not too fast!)
H — Happy
I — Inspired (Let all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small inspire your life.)
J — Jesus (He loves you, this I know.)
K — Kind (be one of a kind, don’t just follow the crowd.)
When I was growing up, my family wasn’t big on souvenirs — except bumper stickers. The back-side of our fam’s camper was covered with them. And, if that wasn’t signature enough, one warm summer day in Michigan, my Dad enlisted my oldest brother’s help in headlining the bumper stickers with a personalized logo. In red block letters, they carefully painted, “The Wilsons”.
There. Now, we were no longer anonymous. Great. (Insert a little sarcasm here.)
Our vehicle pulling said trailer was a full-size van. …
Dear Young Mom,
I see how challenged you are in this moment as you maneuver through your shopping with a cart full of food and unruly children. You barely glance at me (an older lady with grown children) and I wish I could tell you that I don’t judge you harshly, in fact — I judge you NOT.
I remember when I WAS you, consumed with the present moment. It’s all you can do — truly it is! You must live in the moment to survive. It’s enough for today.
When my out-of-state grandchildren moved to town I told EVERYONE that I had won the lottery! That’s exactly how I felt. No, it was even better than that! Money, in any amount, can’t compare to the precious grands living less than 5 minutes away. (I never imagined it would be short-lived!)
The lockdown came and I had to endure living so close but not seeing them — ridiculously hard! We had family bubbles long enough that we finally extended our safety zones to include each other. Much better! But, again, it was short-lived.
I knew my son was looking for…
I’m Donna — mom of three grown children and grandma to 4. I’m a former kindergarten teacher and I love kids!