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I love this picture and the quote.
For me, personally, though, this is a happy WISH, rather than an actual memory.
My mother didn’t like messes. She wouldn’t have provided the rain gear in this picture or countenanced me jumping into a puddle. My parents were both only children, strictly raised. They didn’t ‘forbid’ us to get dirty. They just couldn’t imagine it. Some things my brother and I ‘got’ without having to be told.
My best friend, Ann, down the street, played in the water. And, if some of it DID get on me, my friend’s mom would clean me up before I walked home. For several years I was at my friend’s house every day, and also routinely spent the night on weekends. We were inseparable and enjoyed countless hours of things my mom would have frowned upon – like finger painting, making chocolate chip cookies, and dressing up to play, “Children of Another Land.”
My friend’s house was always full. Ann had one sister and two brothers, and ALL of their friends felt the same way I did.
My wish is that every neighborhood have one shared ‘mom’ who delights in – and embraces – the many memory making joys of childhood.
We are all busy, caught up in what we need or want to accomplish today. It’s easy to move around in your own little bubble, concentrating on getting to the next thing. Every time I see someone take just a moment out of their day to open the door for someone, lift a package, let someone ahead of them in line – do some little thing they didn’t have to do to lighten someone else’s load – I feel three things:
- I feel guilty that “I” wasn’t aware enough to do it,
- Very glad that there ARE people who DO see the need and do it in such a natural fashion you know they do things like this all the time, and
- Determined to pay more attention to what’s going on around me so that “I” can contribute.
When I feel down, I plant something.
When I’m anxious about the future, I plant something.
When I’m frustrated at the world around me, I plant something.
When I’m angry and hurt, I plant something.
When I’m eager to make a difference, I plant something.
Today I planted two bulbs that my husband wanted when he saw the picture. We looked at the picture, then looked at each other and smiled. Here is what I planted –
Who could feel bad when there is hope that this will bloom?
I love this for several reasons –
- It made me laugh.
- We have this situation at our home. We have a pit bull (Bambi) and a cocker spaniel/schnauzer cross, Molly. We try very hard to let only one of them outside at a time. We have no fences. If one of them is out, he or she doesn’t go far from the house. If they are out together, they are a pack and head for the greater reaches. They usually come home filthy – bringing this picture to mind – needing immediately baths. We use the hose first, to get off the worst. Then my husband continues with Bambi – with Bambi chained to the edge of the deck. I carry Molly inside to the kitchen sink where I can soap her thoroughly a couple of times. See how happy the doggies in the picture look? So do ours…
- I also love this for the message at the bottom. Some of us can shrug off the bad things. Others of us are hit right between the eyes, where it truly gets us where we live. There are as many reactions to ‘stuff’ as there are people. Since we never know what others are going through at any time, we might consider giving them a bit of extra consideration…
I don’t make friends easily. When I say, “friend,” I mean a REAL friend. Not just people you enjoy being with because of location, a shared interest, etc. Those acquaintances are fun, too, and necessary for quality of life. But these acquaintances are free-flowing. When the shared activity goes, or you don’t share the same location anymore, they tend to fade, however much you might like them to last forever.
I think you ‘recognize’ a friend. You first meet and you feel you’ve known each other forever. You recognize it in her eyes. Most of the time I discover later it’s a depth caused by pains or losses, of down-to-the-ground living, and living through hard things, survival to find things in life to enjoy again. Recognition of a soulmate without more than a, “It’s nice to meet you.”
I have two friends in Tulsa. They know who they are. We may not talk every day, but when we DO get together again, we don’t even really need to catch up. We’re still on the same page. We talk as if we haven’t been apart. We still share and love. Our hearts reach out whether we can hug each other’s neck or have to rely on Facebook, blogs, emails, cards, phones, or email. The closeness and caring are forever.
I have another friend in Charlotte. We email every day. We “talk” about things we might never say aloud to others. We help each other through things. We laugh together. We share big things and little things. We don’t agree on everything, but don’t feel the need to win each other over to our way of thinking. We love and respect each other. I never feel my day is complete until I’ve heard from her. I feel extremely lucky to know her.
A relative in Thibodaux is also a good friend. If I were her neighbor, she would probably put tape on my mouth before I talked her arm off. We never run out of things/feelings/hopes to share. Even though we’re across the country from each other, I think of her every day.
I hope you’ve recognized a friend.
I saw this photo by Humor League posted on Facebook this morning. I shared it there, but wanted to be sure you saw it, too. I’m still laughing from time to time as I think of it again. :0)
“A hug is a great gift – one size fits all, and it’s easy to exchange.” ~Author Unknown