Tuesday, May 21, 2013

storms...

Our lives all full of them. From the moment we're born. Until we die. Storms in our daily living. Problems. Challenges. Struggles. With simple tasks. With money. With disruptive and unhealthy habits. Struggles within our families. With relationships. Storms within our country. Storms within ourselves. Our spirits. Our souls.

And then there are storms of nature. Hurricanes. Tsunamis. Volcanos. Snowstorms. Icestorms. Firestorms. Unending rainstorms that cause devastating floods and unbelievable damage.

Tornados. Evil. Unrelenting. Destructive. Heartless. Unmerciless. Mean tornados.

I found this prayer on Facebook. It's from the Lutheran Church in America. I've modified it slightly.


Almighty and Most High God, our refuge and strength and our present help in this time of trouble, we ask You to surround all of those affected by the devastating tornado in Moore, Oklahoma. We plead to You to surround them all with Your love and care. Your hope and comfort. Your promises and your everlasting peace.Your Sweet and Amazing Grace.

In Your Son Jesus Christ's name, we pray to you, Lord.

Amen.


Friday, May 17, 2013

and yet, again...

Texas has received a wicked blow of bad luck…

Preface:

When My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I built our home thirteen years ago, we wanted a “Tornado/Safe Room.” MSH ordered plans for one from Texas Tech University. (BTW: Our builder was not exactly thrilled. It’s a tidbit of a hassle to construct a Tornado Room the way they recommend.) Lubbock, where the University is located, is plagued with tornados. In fact, Lubbock is located in what is called “Tornado Alley”an area that includes the Panhandle of Texas and several other states. Tech’s Scientists have studied tornadoes for many decades. They came up with a way to provide protection for you and your family if your home is under seige and being attacked by a tornado.  A requirement for this protection, however, is this: one must be actually and physically be IN said room. Hmmm...

This past Wednesday evening, MSH and I were watching a storm from our front porch. (Hence, we weren’t in the Safe Room. Sigh.) Most of Texas is still in a horrific draught. We cherish cloudy skies. It’s just so true. In the midst of this storm, we had golfball-sized hail. Something MSH and I have not had since we moved to our place thirteen years ago. Actually, something we've never even actually seen. Listening to the sound of those stones on our metal roof? Daunting. Frightening. Downright disturbing. And yet, there we stayed. Outside. On the porch.

From our frontporch...
the horizon is 30 miles away.
I think seeing the rainbow somehow
made MSH and I forget there
was still potential danger...and the
white "funnel" looking cloud?
We wonder if that was a tornado...

There were other hailstones
as big as this golfball,
but we'd have had to walk further out
into the rain to get them...

As we watched the swirling, yet amazing, clouds, taking pictures and marveling at the sheer power of Mother Nature, MSH commented: “There it goes. Right to Granbury.” TLC and I have talked about Granbury in the pastAs the crow flies, MSH and I are about 25 miles from the western outskirts of this charming town.

Here is the last picture I took from the porch (it's looking south/southeast):

From the guest room side of our front porch..
The contrast of the gorgeous blue sky
with the huge white, ominous cloud
makes the evening's upcoming events even more gut-wrenching...

Eventually, we went back in to park ourselves on the couch. The TV was calling.  (And Teddy Buddy Boo Bear was almost catatonic. He's extremely afraid of bad weather. Bless his heart.) MSH perched his iPad on his lap—to monitor several weather radar sites. He fancies himself an amateur weatherperson.  I was in constant touch with TLC—by text messages—as the weather for all of North Central Texas was getting more serious by the minute.

I don’t know the exact time the tornado hit Granbury—approximately 7:20ish?—but it did. In a vicious and evil way. It killed six people. Injured dozens. Caused pets to be separated from their owners. Hundreds of pets. Destroyed hundreds of homes. I’m not sure if it was the same tornado that hit the town of Cleburne, Texas, because we’ve been told there were twelve separate tornadoes that touched down that evening. The Cleburne tornado was a mile wide. A MILE. No one was even seriously hurt—but the damage was incredible.

And here’s something that struck me Wednesday night during all the confusion and fear: Autumn, who grew up in West, Texas, lives in Granbury (as you know from another previous post). As I checked with her to make certain they were safe, she told me they had baseball-sized hail. BASEBALL. Wwwhhhhaaaaatttttt? She, Clooney and Princess Kate were fine (her Hubby was out of town but on his way home). I think she'll gladly pass on any future trauma. For the first time in my 59 years on this Earth, I heard a weatherman talk about bowlingball-sized hail. Please say it ain’t so. For us, pea-sized is entirely too big. BOWLING BALL? Shiver. Shudder. Shake. I'll leave off the last "Sh" word that comes to my mind. I know you know what it is. Say it LOUDLY and with conviction.

As I type this, I get teary. Again. I can’t imagine the pain and suffering the families, who have lost loved ones and/or their pets and/or their homes and vehicles, are experiencing. I can’t imagine losing every single thing you’ve ever had—everything—in a matter of minutes. Gone. Forever. Over and over and over, on the news, these shattered folks tell us how grateful they are to be alive. I have no doubt they mean this. Still...

And, once again, I would ask anyone reading this post to please say a prayer for the people of Granbury, Cleburne and Texas. I promise you, they will appreciate it.

It’s been a rough year. It’s just May.

Thank you…

Have a SAFE weekend wherever in the World you are, Friends…

Monday, May 13, 2013

let her sleep...

... for when she wakes, she will move mountains.

(I'm not certain who originally said this. I saw this on Pinterest.)

ELC had seen the following "25 Rules for Mothers of Daughters" floating around Facebook and printed out a copy for me to read and keep. I'm also not sure of this source and thus cannot give them proper credit -- which is quite unfortunate because I adore what they wrote. It rings true to my heart. I love my daughter with every ounce of my soul. And I'm equally blessed because I get to be the daughter of an incredible Mom -- my ELC -- my inspiration.

Without further ado...

1. Paint her nails. Then let her scratch it off and dirty them up. Teach her to care about her appearance, and then quickly remind her that living and having fun is most important.

2. Let her put on your makeup, even if it means bright-red-smudged lips and streaked-blue eyes. Let her experiment in her attempts to be like you... Then let her be herself.

3. Let her be wild. She may want to stay home and read books on the couch, or she may want to hop on the back of a motorcycle -- gasp! She may be a homebody or a traveler. She may fall in love with the wrong boy, or meet Mr. Right at age 5. Try to remember that you were her age once. Everyone makes mistakes -- let her make her own.

4. Be present. Be there for her at Kindergarten performances, her dance recitals, her soccer games... her everyday-little-moments. When she looks through the crowds of people, she will be looking for your smile and pride. Show it to her as often as possible.

5. Encourage her to try on your shoes and play dress-up. If she would rather wear her brother's Superman cape with high heels, allow it. If she wants to wear a tu-tu or dinosaur costume to the grocery store, why stop her? She needs to decide who she is and be confident in her decision.

6. Teach her to be independent. Show her by example that women can be strong. Find and follow your own passions. Search for outlets of expression and enjoyment for yourself -- not just your husband or children. Define yourself by your own attributes, not by what others expect you to be. Know who you are as a person, and help your daughter find out who she is.

7. Pick flowers with her. Put them in her hair. There is nothing more beautiful than a girl and a flower.

8. Let her get messy. Get messy with her -- no matter how much it makes you cringe inside. Splash in the puddles, throw snowballs, make mud pies, finger paint the walls -- just let it happen. The most wonderful of memories are often the messy ones.

9. Give her good role models -- you being one of them. Introduce her to successful women -- friends, co-workers, doctors, astronauts or authors. Read to her about influential women -- Eleanor Roosevelt, Rosa Parks, Marie Curie. Read her the words of inspirational women -- Jane Austen, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson. She should know anything is possible.

10. Show her affection. Daughters will mimic the compassion of their mother. "I love yous" and "Eskimo Kisses" go a long way.

11. Hold her hand. Whether she is 3 years old in the parking lot or 16 years old in the mall, hold on to her always -- this will teach her to be confident in herself and proud of her family.

12. Believe in her. It is the moments that she does not believe in herself that she will need you to believe enough for both of you. Whether it is a spelling test in the first grade, a big game or recital, a first date or the first day of college -- remind her of the independent and capable woman you have taught her to be.

13. Tell her how beautiful she is. Whether it is her first day of Kindergarten, immediately after a soccer game where she is grass-stained and sweaty or her wedding day. She needs your reminders. She needs your pride. She needs your reassurance. She is only human.

14. Love her father. Teach her to love a good man, like him -- one who lets her be herself... She is, after all, wonderful.

15. Make forts with boxes and blankets. Help her to find magic in the ordinary, to imagine, to create and to believe in fairy tales. Someday she will make her 5x5 dorm room her home with magic touches and inspiration. And she will fall in love with a boy and believe him to be Prince Charming.

16. Read to her. Read her Dr. Seuss and Eric Carle. But also remember the power of Sylvia Plath and Robert Frost. Show her the beauty of words on a page, and let her see you enjoy them. Words can be simply written and simply spoken, yet can harvest so much meaning. Help her to find their meaning.

17. Teach her how to love -- with passion and kisses. Love her passionately. Love her father passionately and her siblings passionately. Express your love. Show her how to love with no restraint. Let her get her heart broken and try again. Let her cry and gush, giggle and scream. She will love like you love or hate like you hate. So choose love for both you and her.

18. Encourage her to dance and sing. Dance and sing with her -- even if it sounds or looks horrible. Let her wiggle to nursery rhymes. Let her dance on her Daddy's feet and spin in your arms. Then later let her blast noise and head-bang in her bedroom with her door shuts if she wants -- or karaoke to Tom Petty in the living room if she would rather. Introduce her to the classics -- like the Beatles -- and listen to her latest favorite -- like Taylor Swift. Share the magic of music together. It will bring you closer or at least create a soundtrack to your life together.

19. Share secrets together. Communicate. Talk. Talk about anything. Let her tell you about boys, friends, school. Listen. Ask questions. Share dreams, hopes, concerns. She is not only your daughter. You are not only her mother. Be her friend, too.

20. Teach her manners, because sometimes you have to be her mother, not just her friend. The world is a happier place when made-up of polite words and smiles.

21. Teach her when to stand-up and when to walk away. Whether she has classmates who tease her because of her glasses or a boyfriend who tells her she is too fat -- let her know she does not have to listen. Make sure she knows how to demand respect -- she is worthy of it. It does not mean she has to fight back with fists or words, because sometimes you say more with silence. Also make sure she knows which battles are worth fighting. Remind her that some people can be mean and nasty because of jealousy or other personal reasons. Help her to understand when to shut her mouth and walk away. Teach her to be the better person.

22. Let her choose who she loves. Even when you see through the charming boy she thinks he is, let her love him without your disapproving words -- she will anyway. When he breaks her heart, be there for her with words of support rather than I-told-you-so. Let her mess up again and again until she finds "The One." And when she finds "The One," tell her.

23. Mother her. Being a mother -- to her -- is undoubtedly one of your greatest accomplishments. Share with her the joys of motherhood so one day she will want to be a mother, too. Remind her over and over again with words and kisses that no one will ever love her like you love her. No one can replace or replicate a mother's love for their children.

24. Comfort her. Because sometimes you just need your mommy. When she is sick, rub her back, make her soup and cover her in blankets -- no matter how old she is. Someday, if she is giving birth to her own child, push her hair out of her face, encourage her and tell her how beautiful she is. These are the moments she will remember you for. And someday, when her husband rubs her back in an attempt to comfort her, she may just whisper, "I need my mommy."

25. Be home. When she is sick with a cold or broken heart, she will come to you -- welcome her. When  she is engaged or pregnant, she will run to you to share her news -- embrace her. When she is lost or confused, she will search for you -- find her. When she needs advice on boys, school, friends or an outfit -- tell her. She is your daughter and will always need a safe harbor, where she can turn a key to see comforting eyes and a familiar smile -- be home.

ELC followed every last one of these rules with me. I pray I am this to my precious Little Leighton.

And now, between this and Sarah on The Voice singing an ELC favorite, "The Story," I'm boo-hooing my eyes out.

Smooches, y'all. And nighty-night.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Happy HAPPY...

Mom's Day 2013!

To all of our Sweet, Precious Friends who are Moms, Stepmoms, Grandmoms, Sisters, Aunts, Godmothers...heck...to all Women EVERYWHERE (because, let's face it, motherhood involves so many kinds of relationships) who "mother" someone. Or some pet(s) or animals. Or some place(s). Or some thing(s) like homes, businesses, family heirlooms, etc. All of these require love, respect, gentleness, dependability, loyalty, kindness, caring, and a hundred other qualities that define "motherhood."

And don't we all believe there are definitely some Dads and/or men who should be wished Happy Mother's Day?

May this holiday remind each of us that Motherhood is an honor.

Hugs and Smooches from
All Three of Us...