Create The Day – With A Little Help

Everyone needs a little help now and then. If someone were to say, “I don’t need any help, ever, from anyone”, well they would just be lying – to their self as well as to whomever they were saying this too. It’s just a fact of life that human existence is dependent on helping one another.

Don’t believe me? Think about it, were you able to give birth to yourself and fully care for yourself as soon as you were born? Of course not, and I’m sure your mom appreciated the help she got while giving birth to you. Oh, I know, there are some women who have given birth without assistance, but I’m sure they would have gladly received help if it was available. Although there is a lot of instinct, and natural bodily processes, that move the birthing process along, the mother has to help the baby enter the world through pushing a little. Then the mother helps the baby find her breast, and she keeps helping that baby through all the processes of growth and development until it becomes an adult. That’s at least 18 years worth of all different kinds of help.

Washington AIDS International Teens helping out at the food bank.

Helping one another is a form of love. We are created in love and are meant to exist in loving relationships – at least that’s the ideal even though it may not always be the reality. Human beings are meant to exist in inter-dependent relationships, not co-dependent, that’s something else altogether. We are also not meant to be as independent as we think we want to be. As a matter of fact, if we could achieve absolute independence we would be alone and miserable. Living is about loving and loving takes two.

There are as many ways to help someone as there are to care about another persons well being. We have no shortage of ability to help because even a kind word or a smile might help to make someone’s day brighter. We can help in big ways or small ways, it’s not really something that needs to be measured because it is simply the way life is designed; to give according to your ability and to receive according to your need. No I’m not a raging Communist, but I’ll prove this point.

The entire Universe exists on the basis of inter-dependent relationships, giving and receiving in cycles that support all life. A simple example can be seen in the trees that give us oxygen and we breathe back carbon dioxide. Trees help us in a multitude of other useful ways as well, so wise people fight to preserve the existence and reproduction of trees (and other plants as well). That is not only helpful to the trees but helpful to the preservation of the planet and all life. Oh there are endless examples I could give of how all living things are dependent upon one another to thrive and prosper, but I think you get the point. All life is inter-dependent.

I often wonder why it is that humans are so insistent upon being independent, and often not helping each other. We find it easy to help when it is convenient, or to our advantage, but we don’t often stretch ourselves to help as much as we are capable of helping. We create reasons for not helping and wrap ourselves up in doing what we think we need to do to take care of ourselves and those closest to us. By doing this we limit our capacity to love, which is also limiting our capacity to experience the full value of life.

Striving for independence is something we do as we are growing up and the purpose of this is to become fully functional and capable according to our individual potential. Once we become a fully functional and capable adult, if we are really mature, we realize we received a lot of help along the way and we begin to look for ways that we can give back. We also realize that although we may be very capable and independent, we are not really complete or happy alone, we want someone to love and be loved by.

If we could just take this simple process a step further and project it onto a global scale, I think we might find solutions to the worlds problems. There are enough fully functional and capable adults in the world to help those in need, but we have been focused on our own perceived needs and limitations for so long that we have forgotten our purpose. We have confused wants with needs and created a really ugly system of taking as much as we can get and still wanting more. The world is in a mess because we are looking for fulfillment through “getting what I want, because I want” instead of “giving what I can, because I can”.

Sometimes we need to receive or ask for help, it is natural and there is no shame in it as long as we are doing our best to also give what we can according to our capacity. There will always be times and places and possibilities for giving and receiving because it is the natural design of life, inter-dependence. Unfortunately, the world is very out of balance with it’s own natural design because of human greed, lust, resentment and generally self-indulgent thinking – the world needs a lot of help. You and I can help, by creatively using our time, abilities, knowledge or resources to help those who have serious needs, in your community or someplace else in the world. Join me in striving to live in balance with our natural design, by creating each day with a helping hand toward others.

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Create The Day By Sharing

There are a lot of things that we can share with others as we go through life that might be of value to someone. My philosophy is that it’s good for the soul to share what you care about, what is valuable to you. One way or another I believe we are all here to benefit each other, to value each other, and to experience love.

Sharing is not always easy because sometimes we just want to keep things to ourselves, and sometimes we are afraid of rejection. Sometimes we think that no one cares about “what I think”, or no one wants “what I have”. That’s a case of not valuing ourselves enough, not realizing that we are here for the sake of others. Wouldn’t the world be a better place if every person realized deeply that we are here to care for each other, and share our goodness with each other, because that is the only way we can truly experience love and feel gratitude.

When we share what we value, not only do we meet like minded people who enrich our lives, but we will also meet many people who are different from us but also have valuable things to share. You can share just about everything: food, clothes, money, your home, your work, your thoughts & insights, your experiences. Isn’t that what life is about really; building relationships through sharing with one another?

I like to share, it’s one of my favorite things to do. I love it when people share the things they value with me too. My sons like to joke, it’s one of the things they value, and they make me laugh. My daughter and my husband share by telling me all about their activities and friends, it’s interesting and helps me understand people more. My parents shared so much of themselves, their home, their money, their activities and it allowed our lives to be full and rich with flavor.

My home is always open to friends as if they were family, and I’m always open to making new friends. That is the way I was raised. One of the other ways I share is through writing, and photography, thus blogging. Not everyone will find value in what I share, but some will, and that is all that’s important. Give what you value, from the heart, and someone will receive it with their heart.

Today I’m also sharing a guest article at Our Mom Spot. If you have a chance please check it out. Especially if you’re a parent, or a grandparent, you might enjoy this topic – Talking To Grandparents About Parenting Choices.

Winter 2012

It started on October 31st, 2011, but then it went away. For 3 months I have listened to my son complain about the lack of winter this year, you see for him winter means snow. As for myself, I was perfectly happy with the mild weather, not needing to shovel or dig the cars out or worry about slipping on ice.

March 1st, 2012 brought the beautiful white winter decoration my son was so longing for. Ah, it is beautiful. . .

The white on white out my dining room window with a touch of twiggy contrast.

The heavy laden branches of my cherry tree out front, and it’s still snowing now.

It’s also humorous to look at my neighbor’s ice cream cake swimming pool and frosted swing set.

But now it’s time for the son’s who so love and long for this weather to go out and deal with it. Go shovel your hearts out, and have fun while you’re at it!

The Lost Day

Yesterday I could not even enter my own linkey list, not surprised that no one else did either. That’s okay, I wasn’t expecting a big turn out right away, especially since I didn’t have much chance to promote it. However, I’m submitting my “Create The Day With Joy” post today. It won’t be what you expect.

Yesterday I woke up with a migraine headache. I get these sometimes, maybe a few times a year. I had an early appointment, so I took some medicine and left the house at 8:00 am. By the time I got back at 9:30 the headache was worse, so I asked my older son to take his younger brother to school.

I had another appointment at 10:30, so after resting for 40 minutes I struggled to get there. Somehow I had not been given good directions and I couldn’t find the place. My headache was getting worse, I had forgotten my cell phone, so I went home. I called from home to explain why I had missed the appointment and rescheduled it. By this point I was on the edge of collapse, had not eaten anything and could not because I was close to vomiting. I crawled into bed.

Suddenly I remembered, “today was the day I was going to write a post titled – Create the Day With Joy”. How fitting to be laying in bed with a migraine. Thinking hurts, the room is spinning, “God, please let me sleep”. I slept until 2:00 pm. Suddenly I awoke and realized I had to go pick up my son. I got up, but the headache was still there, slightly improved.

I had another appointment at 3:00 pm, however as I drove top pick up my son I realized that I should not be driving. The headache was getting worse again and I was a danger on the road. My son doesn’t drive yet, so I took back roads, deep breaths, and went carefully, sometimes closing one eye and then the other. When we got home I lay down on the couch and called to cancel the other appointment.

Still, in the back of my mind I was thinking about “Create the Day With Joy”. Yes, sometimes it is very hard to do that. Sometimes you just have to find a way to get through a day. So I thought about the most joyful day in my life, but it hurt to think. I needed to sleep more. I needed to eat something because I hadn’t eaten all day, and take more medicine. I pushed myself to get up, find crackers, take medicine, and crawl back into bed. Joy will have to wait.

I covered my head with a pillow and gave myself up to the soft blankets and mattress that was surrounding me. As I drifted off a picture flashed across my mind:

My most beautiful “Create the Day With Joy” experience.

Although it was many years ago now, and there was a lot of pain involved, it is still to this day one of my most joyful moments in life, and it comforts me to remember it.

To Keep Giving

I’ve been absent, missing, maybe even avoiding this blog. This time of year has become painful, depressing and stressful even though I don’t want it to be. I think, “I should decorate, I should buy presents, I should be spreading joy.” But this year, and last year I only felt great sadness. I’ve been missing my dad, this was his favorite time of year.

Christmas Eve morning 2008, we packed 2 cars full of gifts, kids & cats and drove the one and a half hours to my parents house. This was the first year we had been able to get there early, and we needed to be early to help with preparations. Mom & Dad were getting older and their health was declining, especially Dad.

After arriving we hustled & bustled to finish putting up decorations, help wrap gifts, and settle the cats. I asked where Dad was and someone noticed his car was gone. Mom thought he probably went to the post office or the grocery store. He had been using oxygen for a year so he usually didn’t go far because he had to carry it with him. After several hours we began to worry. My brother said, “You know Dad was frustrated last night because he hadn’t bought any gifts, I bet he went shopping.”

My dad was under doctors orders not to go shopping, and not to push himself. My brother had done all the shopping online for him. He was hard of hearing and didn’t use a cell phone so we had no way to find out if he was okay. Finally, late in the afternoon he came home with 2 shopping bags full of gifts. I said, “Dad, you didn’t need to do that,” and he replied, “But Christmas is for giving, I didn’t have anything to give.” My dad had always done most of the Christmas shopping for our family himself, he just loved doing it.

We told him to go rest, and he did, but after dinner he was down in the basement wrapping all the gifts. My brother went to help him but he wouldn’t let anyone else go down there, he didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Dad had always done a lot of the wrapping to, he loved fancy wrappings and bows and making every present look special. Mom’s thing was baking and card making, she helped Dad with the gifts, but he was in charge.

Christmas morning went according to schedule: the stockings were plundered, we had a lovely breakfast and cleaned up, did the annual family photo session, and then gifts were handed out. It was lovely, but dad looked a little weak. Later as we were enjoying our gifts and tormenting the cats with ribbons we didn’t notice he had slipped out of the room.

Our Christmas dinner starts around 2 PM. It’s a grand affair like Thanksgiving, and we usually eat so much that we save the desserts for the evening. When we sat down to say grace I asked “Where’s Dad?” Mom said, “He doesn’t feel well, he wont be coming down.” Never in my life had I seen Dad miss Christmas dinner. We said a special prayer for him and reluctantly ate without him.

Mom was very fidgety and restless, she kept going upstairs to see how he was. My Mom was an RN and had worked with Hospice for 20 years. I knew something was wrong, but she was trying not to alarm anyone. We did the dishes and got out the board games as usual and then Mom came to tell us she needed to take Dad to the hospital. I said I would go with her. My husband and brother helped my dad to the car.

He was in bad shape and we got there just in time. His heart stopped and we watched as they used the defibrillator on him. We were there a long time until they got him stable and we knew he was being well cared for, but he didn’t come home with us that night. This was the beginning of 9 months of repeated hospital visits, surgeries, and lengthy spells in the hospital.

Eventually he was in convalescence care, but they ran out of insurance and medicare benefits, and my dad wanted to go home anyway. Six weeks after he went home he died, in August of 2009. Mom and I, and my youngest son, were there with him. It is not something you can ever really be prepared for even though you know it’s coming.

I told this Christmas 2008 story at his funeral, because Dad was a giver right to the end. So many people loved him and over 200 people came to his funeral, many from out of town and even out of state. I was trying to be strong for my mom and my kids, and there were so many details to take care of, so it took some time before his absence hit me.

Christmas 2009 was when it really hit home. The impact of him being gone has gradually grown on me over the past 2 years, and I think I’m grieving more now than before. Our lives go on and there were many other crisis situations I had to deal with, having 2 kids in college and being laid off from work. Oh yes, Christmas 2009 I was laid off and have not been able to find consistent work since.

My mom has also been in the hospital and had surgery since then. Her health and memory has declined rapidly causing my brother to move in with her, to care for her and her finances. It’s like watching someone slowly wither away. We try to keep our visits positive, fun and loving, but since my dad passed it’s just not the same. My Mom really misses him a lot and I can see what it’s doing to her. Christmas 2010 was also challenging.

I know my dad is in a good place, I just miss him. He was always bright and positive and strong, always helpful, always giving. Seeing my parents age and leave this world has made me look at my own mortality, especially since I also have health problems. I’m not as healthy as they were at my age. I take care of myself but the stress of being unemployed is not helping me.

Christmas 2011 feels like an illusion, or trying to recreate a memory that’s fading. I’m trying to be positive, strong and giving like my dad, but we have serious financial troubles. If he was here he would find a way to help me, he always did. I’m trying to be like him, I’m trying to find a way to keep giving.

In Support of Mom Bloggers

“I love this crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful, beautiful life!” – Mom Blog Society

Now that is a very nice way to introduce my blog. I really appreciate that MBS totally picked up on what I’m expressing here. Mom Blog Society has been really supportive, and I’ve learned a lot from participating there. It’s really comforting to know that there is a group I can go to for support that isn’t trying to make money from me. I’ve met some wonderful other mom bloggers and I wish everyone the best with their blogging.

Aside from that my life has been a bit crazy lately. I took a one day trip to Las Vegas (did not even have time to gamble), and will be off to New Jersey next week. I’ve taken on way too many projects lately (typical me) hoping for some magic, but fortunately nothing awful or tragic has happened (except for the poor birds my cat keeps dragging home. Why don’t they fly south?) Haven’t even looked at the (very few) photos I managed to snap in LV. Maybe I’ll post some later.

Mommy taxi time, bye for now.

Maxabella loves…: Postie delivery: Living confidently ever after

 

 

Hey, that’s right Maxabella, we do need confidence, but not the superficial arrogant type. Where does confidence come from? I believe it begins by being nurtured in love in the security of a happy home, while also being sufficiently challenged to keep growing toward your fullest potential.

Maxabella loves…: Postie delivery: Living confidently ever after.

What do you think?

A Star in a jar.

Genetics of the Messiness

I was visiting my mom yesterday and realized how similar our messiness is.

I guess it runs in the family. I have to say though, that she is a lot more organized than I am, but then again, she collects a lot more stuff than I do. She packs it all away in boxes & drawers, file cabinets, shelves & closets. I could never remember where everything is if I had that much stuff (I think she is beginning to forget where it all is too).

Now every time I visit the table is covered with the most used items, the most recent projects, and the current stacks of want-to-do’s & will-get-to’s. Unfortunately it’s getting harder & harder for her to do her craft projects due to arthritis, osteoporosis, as well as memory & concentration issues, basically old age. (Oh would she be mad if she read that!)

Too many things to do and so little time. That is life, that’s my mom, that’s me, and that’s my daughter too. We have so many ideas, inspirations, plans, projects, but we just can’t get to it all. Make priorities, yes. Make lists, plan, eliminate, accomplish what’s most important. Yes, we do all that, but we still want to do more. Someday we will.

Another genetic trait that runs through the 3 generations is being a helper type of person & doing all this stuff to give gifts. If we could have been paid for all this mess we’ve created we would be rich. Oh well, we like to think of ourselves as rich in other ways. It’s what we do, we like to create even if it makes a mess. Eventually it all gets sorted out and finds it’s rightful place.

Hello world!

When I was a young child I was sick a lot so my mother kept finding craft projects for me to do while I was at home. I also learned to sew and design clothes. My mother was always making things, from the knitted Afghans on our couch to the carpet cut & glued from samples on our family room floor, to the stuffed animals on my bed and the scrap books in the closet, she made everything. Her nick name by my dad was “picky fingers”, because her fingers always had to be busy.

Although I’ve always enjoyed making things, I pursued a lot of other goals in life that left me with little time or money. I don’t regret that because I loved what I was doing, working to create a better world, and raising my kids. What I learned along the way is that all of life is creative and we are all co-creators. I enjoy appreciating and sharing the ways we all make effort to create a beautiful life.

Everyone wants the world to be a better place, full of peace, love and happiness; but how much influence over these things do you or I really have? We can each make a difference through our attitude, relationships & activities every day. Join us on our creation journey.

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