Have you ever had a day where you feel like you are exhibiting a sign PhD. ? I have those days almost everyday. My grown adult children are always seeking to have someone to listen to them. That certain someone is me. Most of the time I do not mind, I am thankful they come to a parent to unload or ask advice. Then sometimes I feel overwhelmed. Strictly speaking, motherhood has its joys.
Sometimes I feel like a glob of playdough,being pulled this way and that way. I am to be available 24/7 with basically no time for my own self. When I awake in the morning I dart around the house accomplishing all the housework including making myself presentable for the day. In this way I can have at least a few hours in favor of what I choose to do before the day begins for everyone else. By evening I am the worse for wear. Periodically I feel like wearing a sign, “DECOMMISSIONED”.
Today our family celebrates another Red Letter Day. Happy 88th Red Letter Day Dad! I am so thankful to God that my mother and Father are alive. They both endured a long abundant life. I am #4 of five daughters. My Dad is first-rate. When we were children he took us sled riding and ice skating in the winter. He loved golfing,he would take us to play putt-putt golf. We as a family all went to Canada every year and sometimes would fish.We all would take a family excursion to Cedar Point Amusement Park yearly.When we were very young kids, my Dad managed his Father’s car wash. My girlfriends and I would set up a kool-aid stand and we made a few dollars. When it was very warm out we would ride our bicycles through the car wash and we would be sprayed with the hose. On the weekends Dad would always bring home pop,chips,and ice cream,that was a special treat for us kids. In the winter he tried to make an ice rink at my Grandma and Grandpa’s field for us kids. He loved baseball and always threw the baseball around to us kids. We all would hop in the car on a Friday night and Dad would take us to a drive-in-movie theater. On a nice Sunday afternoon we all would go for a Sunday drive. Dad would buy us popcorn. I was 14 years old and has thoracic scoliosis.After surgery I spent about a month in the hospital. My mother would visit me every morning and Dad would come every evening. We would play 7 card rummy. To this day not many people can beat me at playing rummy. Thanks Dad. My Dad is one heck of a man. I love him so very much. I have so many memories,too many to list,but the one that stands out in my mind the most is,Dad always was and is a true gentleman. Happy Red Letter Day Dad! p.s. Thank you for memories of a lifetime!
This is my husband Pop. He sometimes amazes me. He is 48 years old, acquired juvenile diabetes at the age of 11 years old. Thirty seven years is absolutely a long time to endure such a disease. We have maintained almost 26 years of marriage. On an occasion it was a rocky road among uncounted mountains and valleys. Thanks to the Magnificent Almighty God he has blessed us remarkably. Pop is the type of character that will tackle any job that comes his way. My grandmother would call him “jack of all trades”. He does work in a bakery,interestingly enough it is located in a monastery for cistercian monks. They make mouthwatering bourbon fruitcakes,not the kind used for doorstops. Pop enjoys fishing. I would fish with him, however it was hard to watch our children when they were little and fish at the same time. Therefore, I told Pop I would fish again when the children grew up. Well, they are all grown up now,for quite a few years and I still have not fished. Our sons and Pop still fish,they can have man to man time. Over all my husband is understanding, gentle,very chivalrous,he is caring and loves me to the end. Thank you God for sending this wonderful man in my life.
The year 1996 our family went on a week long camping trip to Kentucky. We traveled through out the beautiful state and observed splendid sceneries. We were on a back road in Northern Kentucky where there were many tobacco farms. In Kentucky nearly all tobacco barns are painted black to retain the heat so the tobacco plants that have been cut and placed up into the barns can dry faster. Then the tobacco is sold at an auction building. Regardless as we were driving along this beautiful countryside,our son Jotko age 7 at the time, catches sight of the black barns and yells out “Eagle Feathers”. Well, he assumed the tobacco hanging upside down in the barn (kind of off in the distance) were eagle feathers. We somewhat chuckled,never the less 15 years later we still tease him about eagle feathers and we all laugh.
Kentucky’s winter weather has remained unusually warm,with no measurable snow. Our spring began considerably a month ago. I recall February was not over yet and the daffodils were blooming with color. Currently we are cutting grass and peoples allergies are reacting to high pollen count. The landscapes are exhibiting gorgeous blossoms on trees and shrubs. Grass is emerald green and sprays of color from an array of spring flowers blooming. Spring looks extremely beautiful this year even though it may be early, God always knows what we need.