I saw a post today called, “Measure Your Words.” The point of the post was thinking before you speak, realizing that your words have power, etc.
I immediately thought of my mom, though, when I read the title.
My mother’s dad would only pay for one year of college, so my mom – in one year – took all the courses required for graduation from the two-year, Cottey College in Nevada, Missouri, but one (not available that year) almost graduating. She read voraciously, worked a crossword puzzle and the cryptoquote from the newspaper every day, almost always finishing both.
She could stand up in a meeting and say what was on her mind succinctly and persuasively. My husband has said he wishes he could do HALF as well as she did with no notes, talking off the cuff, no matter the occasion. I personally die off at the idea of speaking in public. When I do, my lip twitches…
I remember that I could tell how angry she was by how long the words were. If she were miffed, her message was straightforward. The more angry she was, the longer the words got. She had quite an impressive vocabulary, making a point of learning new words all the time, memorizing their meanings and proper pronunciation and usage. She once got up in a meeting, ripping the previous speaker’s words to ribbons, using words that were SO long, many of the people – including the speaker – didn’t realize he had been gutted like a fish.
“Measure your words” brings back lots of memories of growing up with a wonderful role model. I would give anything to be able to listen to her now – no matter how long her words were. :0)
Raising kids is one of the hardest jobs in the world. Sometimes your kids become really good people in spite of you. Whatever happened in our case, I’m really proud of our son. He’s across the world from us, living and working in Chiang Mai, Thailand. He spends part of each day learning Thai. His kindness and generosity make me humble.
He wrote us last night, saying he was going out today with New Year’s cards – with money in them – giving them to people he didn’t know who ‘had crappy jobs.’
My eyes are filled with tears of pride that he would think to do this, and actually do it. He makes ‘loans’ he won’t allow people to repay, he gives away stuff he has to people who don’t have it, he gives hugs to me without my having to ask. These are only a few examples of the way our son lives his life. How lucky I am to know such a person!
I love making things for friends for Christmas.
This year I did personalized note cards for 8 people: the three ladies who work at the post office; my Lunch Bunch friends, Linda and Kay, and my good friends Carla and Nora. I’ll do two other sets over the next few days for the two wonderful waitresses at the Pizza Barn in Greenwood, where we have Lunch Bunch. They gave each of us a Christmas mug! I also enjoyed giving some of my mosaic Christmas ornaments, plus jewelry, etc.
There is almost nothing that gives me the pleasure of watching people I care about open gifts from me at birthdays and Christmas. Next year I’m seriously thinking of giving some “Just Because” gifts, purely for the joy it gives ME. I know – I’m thinking of myself again, but at least I’m honest about it….
I hope you have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Recently we drove to Thibodaux, Louisiana to visit with our dear cousins/great friends, Murray and John. We write, we call, but seeing them face to face and being able to share hugs is the best. They couldn’t make us feel more welcome. We just wish we could see them more often.
The latest trip I was so touched that Murray insisted I choose something I liked from her wonderful collection of glassware. I chose this wonderful purple pitcher because I LOVE pitchers of all shapes and sizes. Murray said there were glasses that went with it; but, although we looked and looked, we were unable to find them.
Murray was setting up for a meeting of one of her clubs, getting out fall things, and found the glasses! They arrived in the mail today along with a nice letter from John.
This set belonged to one of my husband’s aunts, Kathryn Dennis.
I love the set because –
- I love pitchers, with our without coordinating glasses
- I love purple
- I love things with texture
- the set belonged to my husband’s Aunt Kathyrn
- the set most recently belonged to my wonderful cousin/friend Murray
Zen to Zany via Cathy Ruggiero