adult children, anxiety, clarity, family, identity, life, marriage, peace, purpose, raising kids, school, Uncategorized, writing

Ready to write…

It’s been a while. A while since I’ve been moved to write again. I have been doing a good job at looking inward and searching for a better understanding of me in the past few months.

I have been disconnected from FaceBook since May (9 months) and it feels refreshing. I do not do much social media at all. I am a new member of LinkedIn and I am enjoying it,  seeing other people’s professional accomplishments and other’s rooting them on for it, now that’s refreshing! We did away with cable and only use our Amazon FireStick for our TV, this has helped not have the news in our face.  I have a routine of doing a morning check of the news on my phone before work from sources that I have hand selected and of whom I trust.  This has been helpful in my daily life.  I was just feeling bombarded (literally!) by too much information.  I needed to set boundries and set limits for myself,  I find the steps I’ve taken have been helpful.

My husband and I are navigating the empty nest very well. We survived holiday break; getting first semester grades, adjusted social lives and the return of higher grocery bills. They have both now returned to the University, happy and ready for a successful second semester. We have settled into being just the two of us again and have adjusted to not hearing from them very often. It feels good to know they are out there navigating this big world without having to rely on us for much. They are doing great! Our oldest son is still very happy in his new career and is thriving in the business world. I guess it’s feeling more and more like I can breath.

Speaking of breathing… I began to meditate. This is something I’ve often thought about but have never practiced.  I am using the Calm App on my phone and it has been wonderful. I highly suggest it. It has helped to create space in my mind, I feel I am more at ease and have more clarity these days. First of all, I’ve never been able to let myself shut out the world. I literally put in my headphones and it is just me in my space for 20 minutes a day (10 min of meditation and 10 min of stretching).  I don’t know where or what anyone else is doing, it’s about me! This is an entirely new concept for me and it feels amazing! I feel as though I am on my way to taking better care of myself. I’ve done an awful lot of caring for others, but myself, not so much.

Which leads me to my husband having his surgery.  He had his second hip replacement  surgery in October. He is still doing all of his physical therapy and working hard at being back 100%… but can I just tell you, he is OUT OF PAIN!  The transformation is unbelievable! He is happier, he is stronger, he is more confident!  I am better because he is better.  I worried about him so much, he was always in pain. That is gone and we now take walks together, he wants to do things with me again… we are literally living a new life! I have to admit for almost the entirety of our marriage my husband has been in pain.  He has had 6 surgeries in a 10 year period and prior to his first hip surgery 10 years ago he suffered with the pain of his arthritis for a very long time.  He is a very young man for having been through all of this. He is only 53 and I am 46.  We have our sights set on our future now, he is healthy, happy and pain free.  I have been a caregiver to my children, my husband and anyone else who needed help for what feels like my entire life.  I am entering into the ME ZONE.  I am exercising, meditating, saying “no” when asked to join committees and boards.  I am feeling refreshed for the first time in a very long time. It feels simply wonderful!

There is something else that is different also. I need you to understand my husband is Superman.  He has worked to provide for us throughout all of his pain, he does not complain, he works a full day and then works around the house and maintains anything needing to be done… he is my hero.  Well, that being said, he is also my children’s hero. The disturbance and upheaval of our family from him being laid up over the years has taken a toll on myself and my children.  I have had anxiety since I was a child, but with the life we have experienced over the last 10-12 years it has flared up in new ways. The uncertainty of his surgeries, his recovery, his being out of work, the finances, his physical therapy, our car accident when he couldn’t be with us… the list goes on. This has taken a toll on my mind and my body.  I have been the one to care for him, I cared for the kids, I worked to keep his spirits up when he felt down about being laid up and not able to be the partner I needed. I was everyone’s cheerleader. I worked during this time also, trying to find the balance between my work and my home, this proving not to be an easy task.   Well, it seems we are on the other side of it now. He is feeling strong in body and mind, He knows what he needs to do to stay healthy and works hard at it everyday.  But in the meantime our two youngest children are battling with anxiety. They are both in college now and their doctor has told me that the trauma to the family through all of these unsettling times and not being sure of the outcome for their father being in and out of hospitals so often has played a big role in the people they are today.  They are fearful of the unknown, the “fight or flight” response is very real for them. Navigating college life and balancing their lives has been a bit of a struggle, but what I know from experience struggle brings strength and I have great faith in their ability to overcome these feelings of being out of control of their lives.  This is an unsettling time of not being able to see your future clearly and it is uneasy.  I do feel a lot of guilt due to my not being what they needed through out our family’s hardships. I wish it could have been different but what I know now is that I could not have controlled what happened to us.  We got through the difficulty and have persevered. They are seeing the end result of where the struggle has brought my husband and I and I know they will be ok.

Life is a journey, we often don’t know what’s around the next corner.  This exact notion has brought me great anxiety on the heels of many twists and turns, but I am also learning to embrace it. And with my husband standing strong beside me and loving me more everyday… I feel unstoppable.  It feels like we’ve climbed and climbed and have finally gotten to some sort of clearing in the trees and the sun is shining.  We can see the path ahead of us… we will just stop here for a while and enjoy the view!

“I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.” ~ Louisa May Alcott

 

 

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The Sound of Silence

Yes… it’s a Simon & Garfunkle song… a beautiful song etched in my memory from childhood… but it also the phrase that came to me when I arrived home from work today.

You see, it has happened. Almost every post I’ve written since I began blogging has mentioned it at one time or another… today it is my reality.  We spent our weekend moving our two youngest children into college… we are officially “empty nesters”.  This term has been thrown around for years as my husband and I have approached this moment.  Well, the whole weekend went well… We spent it together as a family in a rental home.  Our nephew, our oldest son and his girlfriend joined us and we vacationed a few days of the long weekend before the “move in”.  I did great… the diversion of disguising the whole good-bye weekend as something else really worked for me.  I didn’t even cry at the moment of good-bye at the University.  You see, our two youngest are going to the same college, only a 45 minute ferry ride and a 1 hour drive away.  I have felt good with the whole transition… “they have each other and they are close to home, easy for me to get to them if I need or want to”… these are the words I’ve uttered to myself and others literally thousands of times in the last few months.  I had adequately prepared myself… all went well at move in and drop off.  They were happy, we were happy… “wow that was easy” I thought yesterday as I drove out of the parking lot of the University with my husband.  I had worried a bit about my over-looking the fact that I would be saying good-bye to many of my loved ones within the same half hour, after our wonderful weekend together, but I did great.  Boy, I impressed myself.

About a mile into the drive, the car was silent.  There were no more piles of “stuff” to move, there was no more grocery bags of snacks and dorm room essentials that had been jotted down on lists for the last month or more… it was just me and my husband.  I realized we were driving further and further away from our children… each rotation of the tires meant we were entering brand new territory… our “new chapter”… uncharted waters.  Tears began to flow.  I know full well that we will be fine, we “may even enjoy it” (like everyone keeps saying) but if you’ve read any of my other posts you know that transitions can be hard for me.  We wept together on the highway on the drive home, not many words between us, we didn’t need them.

Well today… today is a brand new day!  A new school year started today… as a school teacher that comes with its own mix of emotions.  I had to switch gears last night and focus on today.  A busy morning of the new routine… what I was wearing, timing of the dogs feeding and going out, just all my own stuff!  I had even reached the point last night that I convinced myself how wonderful it will be to not have to share the car, my day would be my own! Bring it on!

So my first day back at school went well… a day of firsts for all the kiddos at school. New outfits, new schedules, lots to focus on!  I just moved along so easily… no tears when colleagues asked how the “drop off” went?  I was good.

I then left school and drove home. On my drive I saw the bus in my rear view mirror and saw parents waiting at bus stops to greet their children.  Ok… So? It entered my mind… those fond memories of yesteryear came and went quickly and I moved on… no tears, I was ok.  I then arrived home and the dogs were there to greet me (perfect planning on my part to have dogs a part of our life just as the kids were to begin leaving us) … That was great, I let them outside, we visited a bit in the yard.  We then came inside, they were content to go to their water bowl, the excitement of my being home had wore off for them.  I went to the back deck to water my plants…  As I pruned and watered I became fully aware of the silence.

It was my first day back to school… for 18 years it has always been someone else’s first day back too… someone to share with.  Before I worked at the school, I was the bus stop greeter… it was a hand-in-hand walk home talking about the days events.  When I began working at the Elementary School my kids attend in our home town I drove us all home… a sometimes quiet or sometimes enthusiastic exchange in the car about how our days went.  When they started high school it was different, I could feel it changing, but I was still the driver… picking them up at practices and having good conversation in the car with them and their friends.  Then licenses were acquired and it seemed they needed the car more and more … they became the drivers and they would pick ME up… they were older now and conversations got even better.

Well, today… today on the deck I realized there was only the sound of silence.  My mind went to the fact that I COULD call them, or text them… check in and see “How’s it going?”  Initiate that conversation I need so bad.  But I know I won’t… I remember the same head & heart battle I had when my oldest left for college… Wanting to reach out so bad with my heart but knowing with my head that it’s not in either one of our best interests.  It is healthy for them to not need to talk to me ~ It’s healthy to allow distance right now.  Knowing that and wanting to ignore my wisdom made it harder of course.

I cried on the deck alone today, I am crying now!  Coming to full realization that this is life now.  My children will only grow older by the day and need their mom less and less.  It is the way it is supposed to be.  They will have other people to share stories and days events with. Oh My God…. How did I get here??? My heart aches so terribly with this transition… my writing always helps me… this, this I am finding hard to write. Silence will become a new norm at our house.

I will eagerly await each day for my husband to arrive home so we can share stories. We will begin our new chapter.  We started last night after arriving home from move-in weekend … we tried finding a program on TV we both might like… we tried Episode I of Game of Thrones — I can say with absolute certainty that THAT WILL NOT be our new show… I can’t say it works for both of us! What I do know is we will figure it out.

I will pray for the strength that each day of silence will get easier.  That I will begin to smile easily through the memories and not cry as much.  I will envision their smiling faces on move in day and know they are where they want to be.  I know that growth doesn’t come without feeling uncomfortable… this is something I’ve always taught them and I will once again take some of my own advice.  I sincerely love them and achingly miss them… but I know I will be ok.

 

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Finding Ones Balance

How do I feel about my two adult children being prescribed medicine from a phsychiatrist in the last few months? Well, mixed emotions I suppose (like most things in my life). After all,  I am the one who suggested and advocated for the visit to the doctor.  Did I suspect medicine was a possibility?… Well the answer is, not really!?! Not right away.  Maybe get to know them and have an understanding of their lives before prescribing… but then I tell myself he’s a doctor – he looks at facts – he asked questions and he knows the proper answers. Well okay then, I understand.  But it is still my children, it is still their brains and bodies that are being altered.  But yes altered, altered because there is a possible chemical imbalance that is causing them to struggle, isn’t this what I wanted someone to help them with? Yes.

Do I fully understand medicine today and why it is so much more common than when my parents were children? No.  Do i want to learn? Yes. Do I look at my extended family and see alcoholism and struggle? Yes.  Do I want to find a way for my children to be successful and able to fulfill their own hopes and dreams? Yes.  Is medicine the answer to helping them through a difficult time so they can achieve this?  The answer here is… I have to put trust in their doctor and believe that they are well monitored. So yes.  Yes it is the answer for them for now.

I have also struggled in my life.  I ask myself the question “Am I trying to pave a smoother road for my kids than I have had?”  Isn’t that what parents do?  Is medication for them the correct answer for doing this? If I had been medicated for my anxiety would I have done all the soul searching that has led me to today?  Does medication take away creativity and true personalities?  Is this right for MY children???  I could ask 100’s and 100’s of questions and never have answers to them until it is tried for them as individuals.  I have to continuously remind myself that they are being monitored by both me and their doctor through the beginning stages of beginning the medicine.  This has been done thoughtfully and professionally.

Do I know whether or not medicine for me in the earlier years of my life would have helped me? No.  Do I think I may have been a better student or a better friend had I been medicated to help my anxiety and focus? No, I don’t know the answers to these many questions that flow through my mind… all I know for today is I helped my children to seek help for the way they were feeling and this is where it has led us.  Does there seem to be stigma attached to people on “meds”? Yes indeed there is. Should there be? No, there absolutely should not.  Each person is traveling their own journey… We all gain help along the way in different kinds of ways.  I am thankful that my children are on the path to self-understanding and learning about themselves and their bodies.  The medication they are on will help to regulate some of the things that have been out of sync for them and should help to put them back in balance.  Life is all about balance.

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The 3 R’s of Summer

School’s out for summer… We are always asked by administration to relax and rejuvenate over the upcoming months and prepare for our return in the fall.  I have always worked long hours in the summer, finding ways to supplement our family’s income and get ahead financially before the winter months hit. Last year was one of my most difficult years at my school job, digging deep to find strength to be patient and kind to someone who didn’t show the same respects to me. This summer I have made a conscious decision to work less hours and spend time focusing on my own well being. I will work on things in my home that I have put off for too long and I will find ways of managing things I haven’t had time to manage that feel messy.  I will spend my time this summer with the 3 R’s Resting, Relaxing and Rejuvenating myself.

I have had a realization that the things I will accomplish are going to be more valuable than money this summer.  Our youngest child will be flying the nest in September and my husband and I will be legit “Empty Nesters”. This moment has been on the horizon for some time now and I need to mentally and physically be stronger than I have felt in recent years.  I need to slow down and simplify our life.  I began this process by signing-off of my FaceBook account and taking a hiatus from social media.  That began with seeing a video about the Millennium Question and how social media is affecting our children in this generation, I felt by setting an example to my children may be one small step in awareness to its negative affects.  I feel like so much in this world is OUT of my control right now that I NEED to have some things IN my control… those things being my home, my finances, my health, my own, as well as my husband’s overall well-being. I want to get back to cooking healthy meals and exercising, finding order in our home, getting our finances on track and planning our future.  I want to feel strong mentally and physically. We also cancelled our Direct TV account a month ago.  I just couldn’t watch the news anymore… the negativity, the hatred, the sadness… it was all taking a toll on me. I look forward to slowing down and rejuvenating myself over these summer months.

I will begin with today. We had house guests over the 4th of July holiday weekend, a full house. Orchestrated dinners and gatherings for days… constant energy dedicated to the enjoyment of others.  Today is the first day since I finished my school year that I am not making lists, preparing my home and spending money for the enjoyment of others.  That is honestly what I do ~ I can feel that my husband is becoming exhausted of this ~ I hadn’t noticed this until pretty recently ~ that at the expense of me, at the expense of us, we cater to other people’s needs. Our oldest son came home for a much needed vacation after putting in long hours at his job. He graduated college a year ago, got an internship just out of school and landed a full time job after the internship… we are very proud! Well… we have an annual 4th of July party since he was a young boy… 4th of July is my husbands birthday and we have always celebrated big… he came home to the familiar stress of pulling this all together… House prep, yard prep, food prep… a LOT of work!! I felt terrible, his vacation days leading up to the party were lost to this preparation and the day of the party, and then the clean up… this has also become very “old” to my husband… cooking and cleaning to have a party for him and his birthday has lost it’s splendor.  It is in moments like this that I have clarity for how it is time for us to concentrate on us more.  We are learning that the moments we get with our children these days are fewer and fewer and we need to embrace them differently now. Our time together is becoming scheduled and dictated by jobs and adult responsibilities, we need to use the days wisely. Acknowledgement of a problem is always the first step…

I have taken today to gather my thoughts and rest. Tomorrow I will begin making lists of things I want to accomplish in the days and weeks ahead. Next week I will put it all into action ~ I feel fresh and excited for what’s ahead.  It’s all part of my journey… I deserve the time needed to feel refreshed… I will embrace the 3 R’s of summer ~ Rest, Relax, Rejuvenate.

“Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.”  ~ Mark Black

 

 

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Time

When I think of time and question if I use it wisely… I am conflicted.  Overall in my life I would say that we use our time well… we use it for creating precious moments, being together & building family memories.

But do you see how when I think of “my” time my response turned immediately to a “we” and I referred to family memories, being together and creating precious moments… Well, that is the conflicting part now that my children are grown.  They are creating there own memories now, elsewhere, without me.  I know that’s the way it is supposed to be, I know this means we’ve done a good job at parenting… but this is part of the transitioning process I am finding to be so difficult.

When I think of “my” time when my kids were young ~ my time was always dictated by their schedules.  School activities, sports practices, rides to friends houses, appointments… you name it we were doing it and all of these things were written out on a calendar ~ my life was based on their schedules ~ I didn’t have to think much about it. We were always in doing mode!  Now that they are grown, and two of them out of the house, my time is becoming my own and I have NO IDEA how to use it!  Literally… even dinner has been a struggle… even our dinner time was dictated by practices and activities.  With no instruction, no have-tos, I find myself not knowing how to manage my own time now.  Our youngest is 18 and a senior in high school, we are doing college visits and we use our time these days for senior year basketball games and keeping busy helping with all aspects of the basketball program… this has always been our normal with our kids activities.  With that on the horizon of no longer being our reality… it frightens me. I’m not sure how long it will take me to stop mourning that part of my life and begin to know how to live the next phase.

I believe my husband wishes I would figure it out. I think that even though we speak of the major differences in our lives since the kids have grown, I realize that the running the kids around, the hours in the car with them, the scheduling of activities, all those aspects were mine during his work hours… although he understands the changes, I do believe they are impacting my life differently.  I do know that I am happier when I’m busy.  I cannot sit idle too long or my energy is used to overthink things, and when my mind is racing it often can turn negative and I beat myself up for not doing anything.  I need to find ways of keeping busy and my mind hard at work.  I’m not sure what that looks like for my future.  When I think of next year, I think of our youngest son playing basketball at college and the potential for us to travel to games, I think of our oldest with his new promotion, his steady girlfriend and his life direction and the possibility of weddings and grandchildren… but again, do you see that my thoughts revolve around our children?  I can’t envision my alone time with myself or with my husband yet.  This is frightening.

As I have stated in many posts before, I am a work in progress. There are changes ahead and I can’t see my life’s direction clearly yet.  For 23 years (our oldest son’s age) I have had my daily decisions made for me…I dealt with things directly in front of me. I’ve been a mom, I’ve poured my whole soul into that one job… my role as my children’s mom is changing. Even with each day I am learning how to fit into the role of a mom with adult children, their needs are so different now…  I think I’m doing okay.  I will continue to grow as a person and learn my own likes and dislikes again… I will be patient with myself…I will learn to focus my energy on me and into my relationship with my husband.  After all, we just bought his and her bikes… spring days riding by the beach with my love… I can see it!

 

 

 

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Growth and Transitioning in 2017…

Today is the 2nd day of January 2017. With the New Year brings hope, it brings change…with change brings transition…with transition (for me) brings anxiety. I have anxiety.  I am beginning to understand it. The “what ifs” often over run my mind. I learn daily how to deal and cope with the thoughts.

We are beginning a new year. Welcome 2017!

I am learning with each day to understand myself and others.  We just had a wonderful holiday, surrounded by lots of  friends and family, we had a blast!  I am an active member of FaceBook, I enjoy seeing others “news” and happenings.  I like to post, I like to be positive, I like to inspire, that is what I use FaceBook for.  I very rarely share the way I share here in my blog, I’m not sure it feels like the right venue.  I don’t see a point in a negative world to be negative… I usually keep negative thoughts to myself and override them in public with more positive things.  What I’ve realized this does is makes the world see one side of you… They don’t know that I wallow in sad thoughts sometimes, that I cry, that I get angry… They think all of life is rosy.  Is that really inspiring?  If I’m going to share should I try to share all of me? I really don’t know ~ who would it help? Would it help me?  I kind of feel like a fraud sometimes, like when I’m around people and they are seeing me and experiencing me… I am human, I have opinions, often negative and judgemental. Most people don’t know that about me ~ am I hiding? Do I intentionally do this? I am becoming increasingly more aware of the pressure of people saying how wonderful I am – how wonderful our family is – how wonderful our marriage is – all of these things are true – life is marvelous, we are Blessed!! I am Blessed!!  But we are human too – we struggle – we fall – we get up – we have and feel ups and downs too! Does this need to be aired out to be understood?  As I write this, I feel like I’m answering my own questions – which is why I write! I write to find clarity in things I question… I am feeling like I don’t tell untruths when I post, I don’t pretend to be happy when we are in photographs, I am genuinely happy – I am genuinely filled with joys most days, in most moments… I am not hiding.  When I get close to someone and we have ‘real talk’ – I am honest about who I am – I put no effort in trying to be someone else, so what is the worry?  Anxiety.

Most recently my anxiety runs through my mind in a strange way. As I said, we’ve had a marvelous holiday. Lots of special times… friends, family, food, laughter (all my favorite things!) But there has been terrible local news lately with the death of two local teenagers in Falmouth, both 18 years old (my youngest sons age) They were athletes, sons, grandsons, friends… kids! It is horrifying to think of their families – it is very difficult for me even allow myself to think about it. These things weigh on me so very heavily. What it does is makes me assess everything – that is what leads me to this post – when I look at our perfect Christmas card, when I look back at my pubic posts of fun times and love & laughter, when I assess our amazing year of 2016 with successes of college graduation, new relationships… all of the wonderful things… it scares me – My mind will often wander to those families who lost their sons.  I wonder if that were me… would I still be able to find joy in everyday? Would I become bitter? Do people who have had these types of losses look at me like I live in some sort of dream-state – that I don’t and can’t understand that there can not be joy… Do some of the people who see how happy we are get angry? I have a guy at my work who is cynical, he’s negative, he’s open about how life has dragged him down… He is divorced, his son is a grown man now and lives far away, they don’t see each other hardly ever anymore… He makes statements to me sometimes about how I’m “too happy” and that he was happy once too.  He says I live the perfect life.  I guess when he says these things I know them to be true – but I work at that EVERYDAY!! I nurture relationships, I love and honor my husband, I make an effort to be near my children, I combat negativity with positivity – I honestly create my own world! I wake up each day with intention!!!  So, when I worry (when my anxiety strikes!) When that moment strikes and the inner dialogue begins about scary things… like “what if” I lost one of my children… who would I be? Who would I become?  The way that I combat that fear is that I envision the struggle, the pain to overcome… I keep hope and faith that I would have the strength to honor them and that we would have enough beautiful memories to sustain me.  But I also turn my thoughts to TODAY… Live today with no regrets if it were all over tomorrow. That I think is the key – try not to fear the possibility of loss – embrace the now, we still have each other, don’t waste a single second to be stolen in the now!!

As I said, I’m learning… I am a work in progress.  I am learning to not allow my anxiety to rule me and steal anything from me. I love and I am loved… that is all I need to continue to be the best me. Happy 2017!

 

 

 

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Illumination

This morning brought illumination.  My morning started early… SATs start early on Saturday morning. My son asked me late last night if I would go with him early to grab coffee and a bite to eat before his test time.  I was delighted to join him.  I was a bit groggy dressing in the dark and it was cold walking out the door, the car was cold, other than my son’s company there was not much to be out of my toasty warm bed for.

As we left our dark wooded neighborhood and approached the downtown area, the world began to illuminate.  The spots where you can peek through to the ocean took our attention…  First the clouds, pink and purple wispy clouds, “cotton candy” as my son described them.  We agreed to take a detour away from our destination and head for the ocean.  We drove to the seawall just in time to see the sun peek above the ocean and greet the new day.  The sky on the horizon was on fire.  What a wonder!  No matter how many sunrises you see, each one is filled with its own mystique.  The blazing colors of the clouds, the shimmering blue water, the time with my son… all of it a gift.

When we arrived at the coffee shop my son’s girlfriend was also there. Coincidence? I say not. He says yes. Maybe. Either way, my time with him had ended as quickly as it began. He shared with me that maybe it would just be easier if he just jumped in with her to go to the High School, I agreed, it was logical.  A bit disappointed I pulled out behind them, they drove together ahead of me, and I drove alone.  Up out of bed to spend time with him and he’s now gone off with someone else.  As I drove, it seemed silly to go home, the sun was rising in the sky and seemed to call for me to come back to the waters edge to greet it. I realized that the gift of time with my son had been just that, a true gift.  I embraced the time we were given and began to enjoy my time alone.  I sat with my coffee and watched the world illuminate in front of me as the sun began to splash color upon everything.  The fall colors of the trees were just magnificent, the sparkle of the water, the blue of the sky, the white trim of homes were whiter than white.   I drove around my town and took it all in.  I drove to the harbor to watch the osprey pole illuminate, to the beach and saw the glistening shells illuminate, to the pond by my grandmother’s old house and listened to the families of geese honk a friendly “Good Morning”… the reeds that surround the pond were ignited like candles by the sun, pure beauty surrounded me.  I drove home in awe… delighted to have had a reason to have gotten out of bed.  To be awakened to my new day this way.  I had had a long week at work and I truly needed this gift of enlightening this morning.  Thank you son for inviting me, I enjoyed my time with you.