Archives For Truth

In the blurry days of summer, when light takes hold of dark

When kids grow faster than flowers, and memories make their mark

When you spend time treading water to keep your head afloat

And reflect on putting pen to paper or making mental note

The older you get the more you sit and watch your days unfold

It’s the same story from parent to child no greater truth will ever be told

You yearn to rewind and freeze time but know you never will

For humankind is simply powerless at making life stand still

Far too often we fail to recognize when all is good and right

When troubles are fairly minimal and we sleep peacefully at night

Our perceived hardships are quite trivial in the grand scheme of things

Surrounded by those who love us, true contentment family brings

Moments are like bubbles of time floating carelessly in the breeze

Both beautiful and fragile they move on as they please

You try relentlessly to catch them knowing in your heart you never will

For humankind is simply powerless at making life stand still

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This is the first, but certainly will not be the last, entry that I would categorize as a brain dump. So many things I want to blog about, so little energy to pull together one comprehensive piece of quality writing.

Bear with me.

Apples should silently fall from the tree.

My three children and I have this longstanding tradition of reading a book together before bedtime in my husband and I’s king size bed. After a duration of time, we all get pretty settled in and sleepy. My two boys (10 and 8) then alternate who is forced to…errr lucky enough to…take their 3-year old sister to her bed and tuck her in.

The oldest boy also has responsibility for feeding his pet fish who happily swim in a tank located on a dresser at the foot of his bed. As I’m snuggling into my covers and adjusting my pillows just right, I hear an argument ensue between the two brothers.

Owen: GET OFF my bed!
Austin: Mom says you’re supposed to feed the fish!
Owen: Be quiet! Go to bed.
Austin: MOM! Owen’s not feeding the fish!
Me: Owen, FEED YOUR FISH! Don’t ignore them.
Owen:  <<ridiculously loud sigh>> Why? Why can’t I just do it tomorrow?
Me: Just do it now.
Owen: That’s no fair. I’m tired. YOU never get out of bed when YOU’RE tired! No matter what!

I should have seriously let him have it. But, let’s be honest. It was like 9 o’clock so I just mumbled “touche” under my breath and called it a night.

Blue collar miracle man

My husband still drives around the Nissan Exterra we purchased before we had children. More than a decade old, this SUV is seriously on its last leg. Yet it refuses to die.

Its only saving grace is that we are total tightwads who are not ashamed to be seen driving our respective eye sores all around town (I’ll see your Nissan Exterra and raise you a Dodge Grand Caravan).

Earlier this week, Ryan calls me from the road as he’s en route with our oldest to baseball practice. I can barely hear him over a sound I can only describe as a tornado in a tunnel. Turns out that is what an SUV going 50 MPH sounds like when it blows a spark plug.

He manages to get the rubble on wheels back to our garage and proceeds to tell me he needs to run out and get a part. To which I laugh and give him a look that says, “No matter how long we’ve been together, you can still make me laugh.”

And then I realize he’s serious.

Turns out he was able to follow a neighbor’s advice and fix the spark plug all by himself. Even more unbelievable than that…the damn thing is STILL running 48 hours later.

Blue collar guys are amazing. My Ryan’s collar is more of a robin egg hue, but he’s pretty spectacular nonetheless.

Finally a sign that speaks the truth

I had to snap a picture of this restroom sign because it reminded me of a recent piece I wrote for momaha.com. I find the bluntness refreshing.

As the weather improves, so does my mood

Outside time with the kids is something I absolutely love. No scheduled activities for once. Just time to suck in the spring air, screw around, and smile.

Jaycee had pajama day at preschool today and apparently decided to complete the look with bed head.

Jaycee and Austin playing under a weeping willow tree. Yes, I realize my son's bike helmet is probably too small. But the way I see it, it's still protecting at least 35 percent of his skull.

I swear it just seems like a few years ago when this man-child was able to ride this tricycle.

I love that he shares my sense of humor. This image of him on the tricycle is equivalent to me attempting to squeeze into a size 4 outfit.

And last but certainly not least

My blog was shared today by a brilliant blogger who is nothing short of amazing. Made me very proud. Thank you to elisariva. If you want to follow an inspirational woman who will challenge you to stretch your own human potential, I encourage you to check her out.

 

I received unbelievable news earlier this week from the top-ranking female administrator in athletics at my collegiate alma mater. She called to let me know I will be receiving the school’s Leader for Life award on May 3, an honor that she herself had received in 2007.

To say I was caught off guard is an understatement. In fact, I believe my immediate reaction went something along the lines of, “Seriously?! I thought people had forgotten who I was after I had kids.”

This annual award is given to an individual whose actions have made a lasting impact on women’s sports at Creighton University.

I don’t know why, but hearing this news made me flash back to my senior year of college when a teammate of mine thanked me for everything I did for her. She confessed that she didn’t know if she would have made it through the softball program had it not been for me. I looked at her dumbfounded, completely caught off guard.

She has no idea, but that remains one of the best compliments I have ever received.

I didn’t really think about what I wanted to become post-college other than a wife and a mom (those roles I knew for sure). I was fortunate to secure a job in a field that fit my educational strengths. I could easily answer the question, “What am I good at?” but never paused to ask myself, “What inspires me?” Over the years, I’ve discovered there is a vast difference between those two questions and finding an answer to the latter has become more important to me.

So upon hearing that a committee voted me to be the recipient of an award for having a lasting impact, I felt truly humbled. It solidifies my belief that I am inspired when I can make a connection with people. It reminds me to take the time to thank those who have rallied behind me to help me become the person I am today.

Earlier this year, I asked my boys to build their “walls of importance,” which simply are poster boards that they’ve glued pictures and written words on to symbolize what is most important in their lives. I built one too.

Things I've done that make me happy and people I love who make me complete.

We went through this exercise to remind ourselves that whatever we place on those boards are the things/people we value the most. The boards also serve as a visual reminder to avoid those situations in life that might jeopardize what is important to us.

To quote Oprah, “What I know for sure is that you feel real joy in direct proportion to how connected you are to living your truth.” I don’t think I’m living my truth 100 percent yet, but I’m getting there slowly and surely.

If you care to share, leave a comment about what inspires you.