“The day we stop exploring is the day we commit ourselves to live in a stagnant world, devoid of curiosity, empty of dreams.” – Neil deGrasse Tyson
So what did you do today? Well, lets see. One of my greatest friends and I, went antique shopping, stopped to take pics of an old abandoned gas station/auto body shop, found animal bones, became archaeologists for a day, drove some more, explored an abandoned barn with two silos, climbed into a silo (heart racing), drove some more, found another antique shop, bought two beautiful teacups and came home. I had the most amazing day 🙂
He wants to write a book. In this story, he is the able hero who rescues a missing Pastor’s daughter and solves the murder of JFK with his two best comrades from the Army while dealing with the Mexican cartels and Vladimir Putin. I told him I couldn’t wait to read it. So he wrote, about 15 pages and has just concluded the end of his novel. He is asking me to type it for him. And I will.
He wants a small slide-in camper for the new truck he wants to buy, so he can drive my mother back to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon again. He asks me to research it on the internet and is a bit disappointed when the closest place to purchase the one he wants is in North Carolina, the second is in Utah. We watch youtube videos about the camper and he shows me the inside. He points out where his grandson will sit to play his video games and which bed is mine. He asks me to research a Mazda dealership in the area and where he might be able to purchase a lift kit for the back so he can bring along his new motorized wheelchair.
He wants to play the guitar. He asks me to bring it with me next time I visit. He asks me to lay it across his lap and to hold it while he strums away. He wonders why his left hand won’t grip the neck like it used to. It’s okay, I play the chords he calls out to me and he hums along, eyes closed.
I love him. And I wish, more than anything, that he could be young again…
I remember many lessons my mother taught me growing up. Some days, they hit me like a ton of bricks. I will have witnessed something, and realized if my mother hadn’t drilled into my head, all of these little life’s lessons, I would probably be making the same mistakes. Over and over again, most likely.
One of the most important ones I remember, was to never borrow anything from anyone. If you need it or want it, work hard to earn it yourself. Sometimes the result of borrowing things can sour the most sweetest relationships. And I realized that it wouldn’t be worth all the stress. So I just simply never borrowed anything….from anyone. And I’m glad she taught me this lesson. I see so many relationships fall apart over money or the most trivial of items. People often borrowed from me, but I would never lend what I wouldn’t give anyway. I am and always was willing to share whatever I had. She taught me that too.
So through all of the fighting, teenage drama, her controlling complex and dictatorship, she did her best to make me a better person. I am so grateful to have had her as my mother, to have shaped me into who I am today. While my childhood was not easy or much fun, she prepared me for the future; she hardened me to accept disappointments and softened me to have a keen sense of compassion for humanity. I feel so lucky and I can only hope that I can pass on these lessons to my children as we roll along.
This is only one of many lessons she has taught me, but this one stuck in my mind this morning. Putting things into perspective, sometimes it’s necessary to give credit where credit is due. And my mom deserves all of the credit in the world.
Have a blessed day folks.
Thank you for all of your encouraging comments and your kind words. I promise, I won’t give up.
It’s still snowing… And I have accepted the fact that I have failed my 365 not even 2 months in. How horrible is that? I am going to try again in the future, when I have more time on my hands. But I am really finding it hard to make the “me” time I need to get these projects done. Weekdays, I work, and cook, and clean, and fight with my teen, and by the time I finally get some time #1 I am so tired and #2 all of my natural light is gone. Weekends, I wake up early and head out to my parents house to sit with my father so I can give my mom some well needed time out and rest. By the time I get home, it’s time to make dinner and then again, my natural light is gone. I wish I could stay home all day and just work on photography. But it’s just not in the cards for me folks. Better luck next time…