One Morning in May

May 4, 2013 at 6:43 pm (Gratitude, Realizations) (, , )

An eye opener this morning-

An employee at a local store has never smiled at me. Something about her demeanor has had me leaving a few times either feeling like she was judging me and/or my crazy kids and/or my bad purchase choices, or judging me for judging her for being a sour puss.

Today, on a slow unrushed Saturday morning, we managed to have a lovely long conversation on multiple topics. It was just a random interaction, yet it nearly made me cry.

I don’t think she was ever judging me. And I certainly shouldn’t have judged her for being a reserved women who doesn’t find starting a conversation any easier than I do.

Turn’s out she’s perfectly friendly once she gets to talking.

I have realized something over and over in life, and today reminded me again- People’s reactions to you have something to do with what you say and a little to do with how you look and a lot to do with what’s going on in their own lives.

The less history of interaction you’ve had with the person, i.e. a store clerk, the more the reaction has nothing to do with you. In fact, it’s fairly narcissistic to think otherwise.

Thusly, I can, and NEED TO, let negative interactions with strangers slide off my back as not applicable, not judgements on me.

And then remember not to judge them back.

Thanks Lady. I needed that.

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Our road trip, in numbers

August 6, 2012 at 9:47 am (Parenthood) (, , )

Days gone: 10
Miles driven: ~850
Relatives and friends I visited with: 43
Times we sang “Happy Birthday” to one of them: 2

Times pulled over by police: 1
Speeding tickets: 0
Times I pulled over the car due to misbehavior: 0 (this is saying *a lot*, because I’ve had days I pulled over three times *on the way to school*)

Times I put up and took down a tent: 4
Times I put out and then stuffed/rolled a sleeping bag: 14
Different places stayed (aka times I hoofed everything in and out of the minivan): 5

Meals consumed: 29
Times we ate out: 3
Peanut butter/Nutella sandwiches consumed or made in the car: Countless
Pictures taken: 305
Pictures taken of kids eating [something cute, according to me]: 14

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Times we located all the swimsuits: 7
Times we didn’t but got wet anyway: 2

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Different set of twin fawns spotted: 4

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Times I was thankful for the grins on everyone’s faces: Countless

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Times I was glad we were doing this, despite a lack of grins at the current moment: Also countless
Years I hope to remember this trip: All the ones I’ve got left

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Sometimes I need this reminder

June 19, 2012 at 2:02 pm (Uncategorized)

Things which are never a “waste” of time:

  • Sleeping when one is tired
  • Rocking a child, however old she gets
  • Hugs
  • Ten minutes with a cup of coffee to plan the day
  • Looking into the eyes of one’s lover
  • Slowing down (or stopping) when one is ill
  • Asking a friend or family member how their day is going, and *listening* to the answer
  • Heading outside, breathing fresh air, and getting one’s heart rate up
  • Enjoying the taste of food
  • Showing one cares by reaching out, whether by letter, email, Facebook post
  • Saying thank you

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Daddy vs Mama

April 9, 2012 at 12:14 pm (Parenthood) ()

I’m not really back to blogging, this is just too long-winded for a Facebook post…
Sleepless one year old is crying in the wee hours. I go in and nurse her, comfort her, tell her it’s still time for sleeping. Leave, she cries. And continues crying.
I go back in, lay her down, cover her up, tell her it’s still sleepy time. Leave, she cries. And continues crying.
Repeat.
Repeat.
I send in the big guns.
Mark goes in, tells her to go to sleep. Leaves. She goes to sleep.
Is my authority already undermined? She already knows Daddy means business while Mama does not? Or does she just want Mama that much but gives up when she figures out she’s not going to get it?

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Thanks 20

November 24, 2011 at 4:00 pm (Gratitude) ()

Today I’m thankful that for the first time in a long time, I DON’T have to cook AT ALL for Thanksgiving.

Ahhhh, a day to relax. I will bask in it as I still have to work Friday and Sunday this weekend.

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Thanks 19

November 22, 2011 at 7:15 pm (Uncategorized)

Though, I’ve said it before, today I’m feeling thankful for where we live.

Auden and I just made a list of animals we have seen through Bothell and Kenmore to and from school: donkey, bald eagle, deer, coyote, falcon, squirrel, cow, goat, sheep, crane, horse, crow, dog, cat, rabbit, chickens. Children are so observant!

(for TODAY!)

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Thanks 18

November 22, 2011 at 6:55 pm (Gratitude) ()

Though it my be poor form for a series of Thanksgiving posts, today I am grateful for Christmas carols.  Before bedtime last night we all practiced Jingle Bells, Little Drummer Boy, and Away in a Manger.  ALL of us.  It doesn’t happen that often that all of do ANYTHING without cajoling.  “Come sit down at dinner.  Dinner’s ready guys.  Come to the table.  SIT DOWN!”  I have to be grateful to unscripted impromptu togetherness!

I also watched, as I do every year at the beginning of the Christmas season, a video of four year old Auden singing a made up song, “Christmas is Coming”.  The cuteness bowls me over.

(for Monday)

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Thanks 17

November 22, 2011 at 6:41 pm (Gratitude) ()

Today I was thankful for a day with just my girls while the “men” went camping. And for a rare “stay home” day, as Greta calls them.

(for Sunday)

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Thanks 16

November 22, 2011 at 3:25 am (Gratitude) ()

Today I was grateful for chicken enchilada leftovers to have for lunch, though I do so hate putting them away every night.
(for last Saturday)

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Thanks 15

November 22, 2011 at 2:20 am (Gratitude) ()

Today I was grateful to have two wonderful inquisitive exuberant boys in my life for exactly seven and one half years. Alas, I did not bake them a cake.
(for last Thursday)

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