Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Steadfast in the Sun (and in the Son)

What I get from the sun and from the "Son" .....
The Sun:
Light - I need lots of this; lots of windows; I don't do well in the dark
Warmth - I'm a summer kind of girl; I love to feel the sun on my skin
Energy - Being outside during the day gives me lots of this
Brilliance - I adore vivid colors and hues
Inspiration - I get my best thinking done on long summer walks
Joy - Everything seems happier in the daylight
Memories - Growing up on the beach in San Diego and vacations to tropical islands
Hope - I can count on it coming up every morning, bringing me a new day
The Son:
Light - He "is" this in my life
Warmth - I can feel His presence, especially when I pray
Energy - He gives me everything I need to keep going
Brilliance - He is the Giver of all intelligence and wisdom Inspiration - He plants good thoughts in my mind and answers my prayers Joy - He gave me a happy spirit
Memories - I know where I came from
Hope - He gives this to me constantly and I know everything will be OK

Friday, September 19, 2008

What Goes Around, Comes Around

I wrote the following poem in 1997 and found the exercise to be wonderful (and very affordable) therapy during a difficult time with teenage children who were "acting out" (is THAT what they really called it?) -- and yes, that was a run-on sentence. They did it all and have pretty much made amends for their bad behavior (bad, bad, bad little children ....) When I’m an old lady (no home of my own), I’ll live with my children who are finally grown. I’ll move in with my kids, bring them all the same joys That they brought to me – my girls and my boys. I’ll run and I’ll play and just piddle away The time that I should be doing chores every day. I’ll run off to the movies and not wash a dish; I’ll beg for allowance whenever I wish. I’ll plug up the toilet, flushing onto the floor; As soon as they mop it, I’ll flood it some more. I will draw on the walls and scuff up the floor; I’ll run in and out without closing the door. I’ll pester my children when they’re on the phone. As long as they’re busy, I won’t leave them alone. I’ll spill orange Kool-Aid as I eat every meal; I’ll eat my banana and just drop the peel. I’ll hide beer in the fridge; “Play Girl” under my bed. Whenever they scold me, I’ll just hang my head. I’ll look like I don’t understand what they say, Then I’ll do what I want just to get my own way. I’ll hide men in the closet (maybe drugs in a drawer), And never pick up my clothes from the floor. I’ll throw the clean laundry right back down the chute; And pound on the furniture with my brand new flute. I’ll promise to clean, straighten, pick up my mess Before company comes (then forget and confess) That I really intended to get the job done, But my friends called me up and I needed to run. I’ll take all their flashlights, their batteries, and then When they buy new ones, I’ll take them again. I’ll put pets on the table, spill jam on the floor; I’ll break their good dishes as though I were four. I’ll steal pocket money from their wallets for spite; And sneak my friends in through a window at night. I’ll throw their wallets in fast-food trash cans; I’ll scratch, dent and damage their cars and their vans. I’ll answer the phone and say they’re not here; I’ll wash their best clothes in Drano, not Cheer. I’ll borrow an outfit and not give it back; I’ll complain that the house they live in’s "a shack." I’ll subscribe to the offers that I see on TV; When asked for a parent, I’ll answer, “That’s me!” I may pick my nose and wipe it on walls; I’ll probably skateboard through kitchen and halls. In the fridge I will leave empty cartons of drink; I’ll eat all their ice cream without even one blink. In the cupboards I’ll leave empty boxes of food; Then I’ll burp and I’ll fart if I’m in the mood. If I eat the last cookie and leave just the crumbs; When asked “why” I’ll shrug and look like I’m dumb. I’ll fling cooked spaghetti at the ceiling above; And record over video tapes that they love. With scissors I’ll cut all the sleeves from their shirts; And with permanent marker, I’ll draw on their skirts. If they dare to correct me, I’ll lie down and cry; I’ll kick and I’ll scream, not a tear in my eye. What fun I shall have, what a blast it will be .... To live with my children as they lived with me! -- dedicated to the Booker children who have all grown to be responsible and respectful adults (they know they are loved and adored by their mother and father) and we wouldn't trade them for anyone else's children!

Monday, September 1, 2008

I Filled in the Blanks - Will You?

I am: a child of God – the daughter of a King I think: I have a lot to offer I know: I am loved by my family and friends I want: everyone to be happy I have: the best husband in the world and very amazing children I dislike: mean, selfish, deceitful people I miss: being with my children and grandchildren I fear: not being with my family for eternity I feel: a deep sense of gratitude I hear: what I want to hear sometimes I smell: babies and flowers whenever I can I crave: sushi almost every day I cry: silently when someone hurts my feelings I usually: am the first to apologize I search: for answers I wonder: if my posterity will know what kind of person I was I regret: things I’ve said that may have offended someone I love: passionately and deeply, sometimes to a fault I care: about the feelings of others I always: fall asleep during a video I worry: when I absolutely have to; but if someone else does, I don’t I am not: a mean person I remember: to say "please" and "thank-you" I believe: there is good in everyone I sing: when I’m driving because I know no one can hear me I don't always: remember what people say, but I do remember how they make me feel I argue: with myself and try not to with others I write: a weekly update to my children without fail I win: at games very rarely I lose: things quite often, but I find them eventually if I look hard enough I wish: I could see my children and grandchildren more often I listen: with my heart and not with my ears sometimes I am talented: but not at art or music or sports or design or writing or .... (oh crap) I can usually be found: where I'm supposed to be I am scared: of snakes and spiders and creepy crawly things I need: my friends I forget: about problems when I’m with Randy I am happy: because I choose to be!