I have a confession…

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I have a confession…

I never wanted to be one of those women and I never thought it would happen to me. I actually despised those women and secretly (maybe not so secretly) made fun of them. Who did they think they were?

But, things and feeling change, people change. You change too. You get married, have children and become wrapped up in doing things for others and not for yourself, and that trend turns into a lifestyle, trickling over to other aspects of your life. Ugh.

The years start to go by faster and faster, you feel like you’re running out of time. Then the societal reminders start coming at you at an even faster rate. And technology makes it even easier. You know it’s not right, but you let go of the reins, no matter what your intuition is telling you. What is happening to me?

I have really fought this for years, but I couldn’t any longer…

I bought a Christmas present before Thanksgiving!

Okay, I bought a lot of present already! Why?

Deep down in my soul I know this is wrong, I don’t even shop on Black Friday. But, I did it, and now I have conflicting feelings of guilt and satisfaction. All the gifts are still tucked in their shipping boxes stored on the highest shelf in the closet, but I check on them like a sleeping baby, just waiting for them to awaken. I can’t wait!

Oh, one more thing. Does this count as decorating? I picked up a rosemary bush shaped like a Christmas tree and put red star lights on it. Oh, please help me!

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Bridging The Gap

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Now as a mother, I am enamored with the ability children have to learn. They are able to take separate concepts and join them together to create some kind of understanding by relating one thing to another. And once this collection of knowledge is formed by association, the possibilities to comprehend seem endless.

This morning Azul inquisitively asked, “Why do we have this thing between our two eyeballs and over our nose?” while touching his face.

“You know what that’s called between your two eyeballs, don’t you?” Sometimes I answer his questions with a question, I want him to be able to make the connection himself.

“What?” A typical six year-old response, he still wanted my answer.

“The bridge, it’s the bridge of your nose,” I finally replied.

“Oh,” he paused, “Then I bet the eyes are called lakes!” he excitedly stated, using his knowledge to make it come together.

“That is very logical,” I said, sounding kind of Spock-like, and then, “It makes sense to me!” sounding much more mom-like. The conversation continued as to why we have a nasal bridge, and together we laughed at each other and with each other, bridging the gap between each other.

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Azulism #16

Oh make no mistake, the Force is a lifestyle!

living the Force

Darth Vader’s Theme

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