Monday, April 15, 2013

Enjoy Your Season

Terry and J are out fishing, Ri is in bed sleeping and I have quite house.  As much as I love the daily noise of our place, I do enjoy silence.  There was a time back in Truro (married but before kids), I would take a cup of coffee and a book and sit out side in my camping chair.  There I read many Erma Bombeck books like "If life is a bowl of cherries then what am I doing in the pits" and "When You Look Like Your Passport Photo, It's Time to Go Home".  My favourite time of year would be fall, where there would be a little chill in the air and I could look up at the changing colour leaves and pull the blanket towards me a little tighter. A snuggie would have been perfect.

Now of days there are not a lot opportunity to sit out side with a cup of coffee and a book.  Well maybe there are and I'm just making different choices.  It's a different season of life.  A good season of life.  There are still days I will stop and think "I am a parent.  I have a son.  I have a daughter."  But I don't want to rush through this season, I want to soak it up, live it, love it and hold it close to my heart.  

There are days and days that go by and my blog has no new postings.  Not because I don't want to or because I have nothing to say, some days are just like that and I know that too shall past.  J will be in big school in the fall and Ri will be in preschool a few mornings a week.  There will be more time to blog and I may even get myself a cell phone too ( a lot of twittering then).

Speaking of Erma, I found this and had to share:

Erma Bombeck  

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather rambling about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculped like a rose before it melted
in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more
while watching life.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment, realising that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's"

. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute . . .
look at it and really see it . . . and never give it back.”
~ Erma Bombeck

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