Make Believe…Real

When they are young and life is a zoo, we cannot wait for our children to grow up. When they are grown and ready to venture out on their own, we wish they were still our babies. There is truth and wisdom in truly enjoying every moment with our children. There is truth and beauty in allowing the good and the bad to be remembered, to be time spent together well. Before we turn around, what seems like just playing dress up turns into the real thing.

This past weekend my oldest daughter had the final fitting of her wedding dress. Wow. She’s just incredibly beautiful. She had her trial run with hair and makeup on Saturday and when I saw her after work, again, wow. On Sunday, as I watched her youngest sister play volleyball and the second oldest coach volleyball, I listened as she and her father were trying to decide upon a song to dance to after the wedding. I’m cheering for each point as tears fill my eyes. I’m happy to be in a large arena sitting alone, my emotions bouncing off the walls. I’m happy to be multi-tasking as I have for years upon years, enjoying each and every moment that I could with my children while juggling work inside and outside our home. It’s funny but I think the harder we had to work to make it to many of our children’s events, to spend time with them, to take care of them when they were sick or to arrange for them to be taken care of, the more all those times mean to us. My children are keenly aware of all of those moments. They seem to take nothing for granted.

Ya see, my mother took them to choose hats and furs and to drink tea that day. And that night, they enjoyed the day all over again by sharing it with us. I guess my point is that time does fly by and we may feel we miss some moments but what’s important is that we make the most of those that God gives for us to be together and that our children know the importance of being there for one another. Seems like yesterday when this bride-to-be and her maid-of-honor were playing dress up together and in a little over two weeks the one will be making sure the other one’s veil and dress are laid out perfectly to walk down the aisle. Ya know, we have to live life no matter how fleeting, no matter how hectic, one event at a time, one moment, one diaper, one game, one dance, one wedding at a time. It may not be all make believe and dress up in fur coats and hats, but it is a gift. A real gift. And I could not be more grateful to God for all of it. The make believe and the real.

The Big 5-0

Since I’m probably half way through my life, I’d just like to take this brief moment to thank God and all He has put in my path thus far. Longevity’s in the genes on one side anyway, so it’s possible this is my half life birthday and I am so grateful for all I have and all I have been refused. I must admit, if God had given all I’ve prayed for in the past, I’d probably be in trouble by now. But, since He does know better and only gives what is good, well… Yes, there have been disappointments and yes, there have been tragedies and yes, there have been tough times but I am so fortunate to have someone who loves me despite myself. I have a wonderful husband (he won’t read this) and awesome kids (they will) and incredible parents and siblings (they might). It hasn’t always been great but I am grateful, not always smooth but we have sailed, not easy but we’ve moved forward. And, most of all, it’s included faith and love and tons of fun.
From a card I received, the year I was born, 1960, included the filming of West Side Story and the premier of My Three Sons. The cartoons that were most popular were Peanuts and Lil Abner. A movie ticket was .69, a stamp .04, a home $13,725, a gallon of milk $1.04, and bread .20. And the fact I truly love since I just refurbished a 1963 convertible, Ford’s new Falcon became the top selling compact. God is good!