Here's the thing about me. I'm am not a nurturer. In fact, my family calls me "Nurse Ratchett". When my husband is hurt he asks for my help only out of desperation. I don't like pain and suffering. I'm more of the 'suck it up' 'your legs aren't broken' type of person. I think I've actually told my kids that. OK. I confess. I have told my kids that. Yet, I'm oddly empathetic to total strangers and those in need. I still get choked up about the Titantic, people. When I read a blog post, "It's Getting Real Bad" from Virginia, a Pittsburgh blogger, I got choked up. Then motivated. She has friends Jamie and Ali McMutrie in Haiti who run an orphanage there. If you didn't read the link I just posted here's the brief … [Read more...]
In a Child’s Eye’s
Smiling Mom is on vacation. Here is my version for July's blog Exchange. In a child’s eyes she was more than the woman who could scarily flip her eyelids inside out she was the one and only person who I would eat Total cereal and unsalted potato chips for. In a child’s eyes she made ‘Mystery’ just as much fun to watch as ‘Love Boat’ and the Sunday night Disney movie. In a child’s eyes she made swinging on the porch the only way to spend an afternoon, going to the grocery store an adventure with special treats, and she instilled the fine art of French cooking even the dreaded Buche de Noel.In a child’s eyes she would play endless kiddie bits on the piano for a concert of one. In a child’s eyes it was all in good fun and not the glass ceiling breaking concert pianist that she actually … [Read more...]
Do You See What I See?
Welcome Smiling Mom to my site today for July's Blog Exchange.I thought a lot about July 1st's blog exchange topic, "In my child's eyes." The reality is my life is so busy and fast paced that I often don't slow down and allow myself the time to see, I mean really see, what is important to my kids. So I decided to hand my son a camera and let him take pictures of anything important to him.This is what he saw.Our dog Kayla, one of the most important things to him.His Sister, eClaire. They live to disagree, with moments of pure love and tender moments interspersed. What boy doesn't love his Mac truck? The racetrack. Oh the racetrack. The blanket, "It has big holes and little holes. It' s my blanket." This about sums up my son's favorite things. If his Grandpa was here, he'd of photographed … [Read more...]