Tag: #mydaughter

It Was Time

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“Do you want a new Christmas stocking?”, she asked. I hadn’t thought about it till that moment.

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I haven’t had a new Christmas stocking since the divorce. The one I brought with me is laying in a box of unused Christmas items. These items that at one time, we enjoyed having, but they no longer resonate. That was my stocking.

Letting go of what you once were makes room for the new.

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My new Christmas stocking is completely different than the other one. This is how my daughter sees me today. She knew before I did that it was time.

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Just Be Sweet

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There’s memes floating around this time of year about, ‘finishing the year strong.’ It’s tiresome being strong all the time and I want to finish the year more gently. I’m taking the rest of the year off from being strong.

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I’ve been told, “You come across a little strong.” Well, that’s what I’ve become, but it doesn’t have to be who I am.

I’ve also been told, “You’re so sweet’, and not solely from my daughter. Even though she tells me, I’m not very accepting of it. It’s like the words won’t sink into my skin, they swerve.

This morning I had a message from SC Lourie waiting for me. She’s so sweet and that is why I started following her so closely. I tend to follow the heart I want to have.

There’s two weeks left in the year. In what way do I want to spend it? I’m going to just be sweet.

Life is Complete

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I saw a paper tree with lights for our coffee bar. The display was magical at the store, but once I got it home and on the bar, I didn’t like it.

I gave it some time to see if it would grow on me. There’s so many shiny things that get my attention this time of year. The paper tree is going back in the box and back to the store.

Surprisingly, I had the right tree all along.

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It’s a crazy looking little tree made up of tinsel and red lights.

We bought it the first year my daughter and I were out on our own. It was sitting in a treasure/junk shoppe in Elgin, TX for $5.00. After all the moving around we’ve done, it’s made it through unscathed.

Now, plugging the tree in is an adventure.

You never know what you’re gonna get.

Sometimes the lights behave and stay solid red. At any given moment, they’ll start flashing, but after a while go back to solid red. They all work, you just never know in what way. It’s part of it’s charm.

Like so many things at Christmas, it’s not about the tinsel tree. It’s the moments wrapped around it.

And just so you know…

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There’s Christmas wrapping paper with Unicorns and Rainbows. Life is complete. 🙂

It’s Worth It

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My daughter was away from home and sent me this meme. It’s us.

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Her memes are hilarious.

I found myself recently responding to comments with, “It’s worth it.” My mind began flashing images of this life and it’s all been worth it.

When my daughter is away from home, I close her bedroom door. Our dog Winnie loves to lay on her bed, even if she’s covered in dirt from playing outside. Daughter comes home and it’s okay to hop up there.

This is one of my favorite photos.

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Phot Cred. Simply Semloh

Letting doggo on bed for moments like this? It’s worth it.

The Anchor Piece

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Since posting under the bed, my room has become a haven again. My daughter walked by the room and couldn’t believe it. It went from something I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to, to well loved. She said,

“Wow! Your room is more beautiful than mine now!”

For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt.

She noticed the clock first thing and commented on it’s size. I had also purchased some star shaped lights made of paper, to fall onto the drapes. She noticed every detail and reached up to touch the heart shaped ceiling fan pull.

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We each have a body pillow, but I wanted a new cover for mine. Good ol’ Google found this Faux fur/Sherpa cover on sale at Target.

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I’ve decorated my daughter’s room most of her life, but as she enters adulthood, she does her own thing. Her room changes along with her.

She loved not only the look, but the feel of my room. Most everything was there, but now it flows.

My bedspread is the anchor piece.

A while ago, I bought my daughter the same brand name spread as mine. I don’t buy her things unless I believe she needs it. She likes it but it may change as she continues to evolve.

I cannot bring myself to change mine. It’s classic Peacock Alley and has been with me for many years. Maybe that’s why I wanted my daughter to have the same brand. It will last.

Wherever her wings take her, I hope she will always feel the anchor piece.

Hand Her Chocolate

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We’re in high vibration mode this week.

My daughter is studying for finals, which she will take Saturday morning. Then Saturday afternoon, her beau arrives from England. I’ve been sitting at the kitchen table with her as she speaks strongly to her laptop screen. Challenging the competency of the practice quiz in a high pitched voice.

Then in the stillness I hear this soft, sweet voice say, “Can you hand me a piece of chocolate?”

As her Mom it’s all I knew to do for her today. I bought her favorite chocolate and placed it in a pretty dish. The dish belonged to my Mother, so it has Grammy mojo about it. She saw me walking toward the kitchen table with the dish and said, “No! Not on the kitchen table!”

I did it anyway, but not within reach.

If it helps her get through this week, I am happy to sit with her and hand her chocolate.

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I See Rest

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My daughter has left for the weekend.

The house is still and quiet. The dogs just came in from a full day of playing next door. They come home around the same time each day. I appreciate how they know they’ve had enough for one day.

Watch and learn from the doggos.

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Yesterday, I found myself physically tired.

This weekend I’m going to take care of me. This month I’ve been giving away more of myself than usual, but cannot pour from an empty cup.

Yesterday, my daughter noticed I was being quiet and she knew. Mom is tapped out for a bit.

I changed my theme for this site and forgot about it. When I typed in the address to come here and write, I didn’t recognize the site as mine, but thought, ‘Wow. That’s so pretty.’ 🙂

That is what we call dog tired.

Self-care weekend in full pursuit my lovelies. Looking at my dogs in this moment, I see rest.