Seasons for All

Sunday's Silence ~ Rose Kennedy on Motherhood

"I looked on child rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best I could bring to it."

~ Rose Kennedy

A Day to Remember

I spent some time today with my very cute grandchildren.  My 8-year-old grandson's softball game was canceled due to rain so he wanted to watch his 4-year-old sister at her gymnastics class.  He had fun watching her and she loved her class.  Then I took them out to lunch and on a couple of errands.  

As I drove them home, I played a CD they'd gotten with their lunch.  We did not know what to expect in terms of songs, but when the first track began to play, they were both visibly elated.  They recognized the song from a favorite television show.  And then they sang along with it.  The following two songs we all recognized and we all sang along.  As I was getting closer to their house, I asked if they were ready to go home or if they wanted to listen to music for a little while longer.  The music won. 

When we arrived at their house, my son met us at the car.  I'm so proud of him; he's such a great father.  I saw glimpses of my younger son today.  Our schedules are nothing alike, so we are like ships in the night passing each other at sea. 

Today would have been my father's 78th birthday.  I can't think of a nicer way to remember him on this special day than to spend time with my family.  Today is definitely a day to remember. 

Easter Eye Candy

 

Happy Easter!

Photo credit: Martha Stewart

Twenty-seven Years Ago Today

It was twenty-seven years ago at 4:10 a.m. this morning that my first baby was born.  A boy weighing in at 6 lbs 9 oz and 20 in long.  I had wanted a son for years.  He was adorable and easy and slept through the night at 5 weeks old.  His aunt and I always thought he was an old soul, and as the years have passed, I have found our theory to be true.

Today he is over 6 feet tall, is married, and has two adorable children.  He has many very good friends, a few he's known since the third grade.  His number one value is family.  He has a dry sense of humor and impeccable timing.  He is brilliant at problem-solving.  He worked with ease 250-piece jigsaw puzzles at age 3 and has continued to be a natural at anything mechanical or spatially oriented.

Although he and his family live less than a mile from me, I always call him to sing Happy Birthday and to tell him how very proud I am of him.  When I talked to him today, I apologized for gushing and said I wanted him to know how much I love him.  He reminded me I say the same thing every year -- that I love him, I'm proud of him for who he is and what he is doing with his life. 

I don't mind repeating myself every year.  The sentiments are genuine, and now I know they're consistent, too.

Twenty-seven years ago today was the happiest day of my life.