It is amazing how God has provided me with super
powers! No, I am not talking crazy. I have eyes on the back of my head, a lie
detector integrated in my brain, lips that provide healing with just one kiss,
super hearing that sounds an alarm in my brain when there’s trouble, arms that
dissolve fears with just one hug and a super sense and awareness that wakes me
up from a dead sleep when my child stops breathing because she is shocking in
vomit. Pretty amazing powers if you ask me!
My children trust those powers and count on them to
protect them, to comfort them, to make them feel safe and loved. They are also
annoyed by them because they know they can’t get away with anything lol. But
oh, how they try regardless .
I love how they will be crying, saying how bad it hurts and one kiss makes them
all better. I love seeing that smile and the love in their eyes that says “thank
you mami, for making it all better”. I love how their world was about to end
and then is all good and off they run ready to face the world again. As
frustrating as it is at times when they do the things they know better not to
do, it is also comical sometimes to watch them try to get away with it and
see that twinkle in their eyes that says “I know what I am doing but look at me,
I am so cute!, How can you get upset with me?” LOL Children try and push their
boundaries just to keep you on check! Some days I am too tired to find it
amusing and “the look” comes out. They know “the look” (another super power,
thank you God). That’s when they stop dead in their tracks and say “I love you
mami” AKA “please don’t be upset”. But “the look” should not be used in
abundance since it is this magnificent power that can help keep them safe in a
second. Take for example when the 20 month old is about to stick her finger in
the wall outlet that somehow escaped being covered, or when the 4yr old is about
to take off running into the street. So do not abuse the power of “the look”.
Is a precious tool to be used with discretion in order to keep it’s
effectiveness.
This world we live in is pretty messed up. We, as
parents and even other adults need to remember to slow down, and take the time
to teach our children about respect, self value, morals, hard work, compassion,
empathy, responsibility, consequences to our actions, answering to some higher
power. No matter what your faith is or what you believe in they have to know
we are accountable for our actions, they need something to look up to, they need
inspiration from us, so do what you preach. Not an easy job but one we should
aspire to accomplish every day.
I had no idea where I was heading to when I sat down
to write this post. There is so much going on in my life right now. Many,
including me, are going through difficult times right now due to the economy,
but as I look around I see so many things to be thankful for. Me personally I
am thankful for God’s love and grace. You don’t have to agree, is what I believe
and what gives me strength. I have the best motivation in the world to keep on
going….my children. They are precious blessings and for some reason God granted
me 7 beautiful souls to care for. I take that very seriously and I love the
rewards that come along with it. Even my beautiful angel girl, who I will see
one day motivates me. And the six I have here on earth are a constant source of
joy, tears too but mostly joy. And the tears are not of their doing, is because
of that amazing love I have for them that sometimes I cry when I am frustrated
with situations that affect them. I look at my two grown boys and I know they
have turned out alright because they had that base growing up. Makes me even
more determined to do better with the remaining four.
I wish it was a better world but it starts at home.
Sounds corny but children ARE our future. So even if you don’t have any keep
this in mind. What you do, how you act, what you say at some point touches a
child, so be mindful, care.
The tittle might suggest one of those trendy DVD
programs for toddlers that will make them more intelligent, better motor
coordinated….Nope, I am not referring to any of that. The truth is my toddler
daughter who is almost 22 months old gives me a work out. Any time that she is
free of her playpen or crib she is a force of nature that never stands stills
and never stays out of trouble. She is curious, devious and mischievous. Amazing
how little people learn so quick to watch out before they do what they know is
a no-no to see if you are looking, how they turn on the “cute” face as soon as
they are discovered.
I still think of her as a baby, she still has the
baby roundness, the baby thin hair and she still wants the bobbies. But don’t
let her looks deceive you, her intellectual capacity and ability to turn my
world upside down merits recognition. But today I got justice as one of her
infamous deeds backfired on her. She knows better than to mess with the dog’s
dish and water bowl. Maybe after today she will remember better…
It was actually very funny. I heard the sound of
the bowl (which is stainless steel) hitting something, I turned around and there
she is holding it, trying to put it on the dinning room table. As I am staring
to rush over saying “Coral put it down” she tries to hurry and do it and then it
went into slow motion. Her face was priceless as she tilted the bowl and spilled
the whole thing over herself! Her eyes went as round as saucers and she just
stood there with her arms up looking at the bowl in amazement at this
development. She was totally soaked and the floor became a huge puddle of water
all around her.
This are the times it becomes so hard for me not
to laugh even if I am feeling angry at their actions, because I have to bring
the point across that, THAT is unacceptable behavior. But at the same time the
whole picture, specially her facial expression is so comical. The shock of the
event caused a good 5 second delay on her putting on the cute act. Of course
this was a little difficult to accomplish looking like a wet rat, trying to move
out of the crime scene and realizing its slippery. I saw the indecision in her
face as she contemplated what to do knowing I am about to grab her and tell her
a thing or two. She opted for tilting her head sideways and throwing that smile
of hers hoping for the best. Inside I smiled, outside I tried to look stern as
I grabbed her and said “the cute act is not going to work, mami us upset with
you because you know not to grab the dog’s bowls “. And do not think for one
second that she is too young to understand this. I am blessed with very smart
children (I believe all kids are actually) and her being the baby has gotten an
education already from watching her oldest siblings.
Things like this, well, maybe less wet, are the
daily incidents I have multiple times during her waking hours. No matter how
much I tried to keep conditions in a way she will not cause trouble (or so I
think, but we all know better) , she always manages to find a way. Even from her
playpen, siblings beware, “if you sit near I will pull your hair or casually
throw a toy at your head. If you leave the Wii controller within my reach I will
exit your game without saving, I might hide your favorite toy in some black hole
only I know about, leave your coloring picture around and I will tear it up or
crumble it and throw it in the trash, leave your snack within reach and I will
eat it”.
So yeah, instead of going for a jog, I just ran
after her, exercise my biceps by constantly picking her up and removing her from
the top of a table, the edge of the couch, her sister’s room, etc., etc. And for
all this efforts I get rewarded with sweet giggles, the pitty pat of little
running feet, kisses and the best hugs ever : )
Being a single parent is not an easy thing
to do. Specially when you get sick, or there is something wrong with you. Add
to that not having family in town, having well meaning friends but who are
busy with their jobs and own families and you find that you alone are the only
thing your children have to take care of their hourly needs.
Today my 10 year old daughter realized how
hard it is at times to be a parent by herself.
I had a very bad day. I need two root canals
but is something I can’t take care of right now. I have dealt with the pain on
and off as it comes and goes using Ibuprophen. I woke up this morning with
slight pain, but the kind I knew would escalate. So at 6 am I took 800 mg. I
know that’s ok since is how I got through two c-sections recovery. By 10 am the
pain was pretty bad. it makes my head hurt, my ear and it feels like somebody
shot me and the bullet is stuck on the side of my face. But I know better than
to take any more medication without at least 6 hours in between.
My grandmother in law called to see what
time the kids would be home to come over as she got them something at the
store. I haven’t seen her since Thanks Giving for one reason or another
(including my dumb van problems) so I was more than happy to tell her to come
over. Plus the kids would love seeing her too. She is an amazing lady and a
wonderful great grandma to them. It was a short day at school so they would be
home by 1. I figured that I would be taking meds by 12 so I should be ok by the
time she got here around 2pm.
Boy was I wrong! The pain really didn’t go
away, it just stayed at the level that it was , which was a good 6 or 7 on a 1
to 10 scale. I did loved having her over and I smiled and chat with her without
letting know how much I was hurting. She left around 3 pm and my pain exploded.
Nausea overtook me along with dizziness due to the intensity of it. I couldn’t
take anything else until 6 pm…. I put the 21 month old down for a nap and told
the other kids I needed to lay down. They are usually well behave and were
entertained playing Prates of the Caribbean on the WII. I laid down and the
pain was pretty unbelievable. The nausea was horrible and I couldn’t focus my
vision. It got so bad I started to cry. I never do that…Even through tough
labors I didn’t cry as I did this time. Unfortunately my kids heard me. My 10
year old is a very sensitive girl, so she came over and started to cry too. I
explained to her it was just that I was in a lot of pain and that it would be
ok. After that she took charge or her siblings. I managed to sleep for about
an hour after much trouble and the pain etc continued to be as excruciating.
Then the baby woke up from her nap.
Estrella ( the oldest) came and asked me what to do and I told her to put her in
the playpen so that she could be in the living room with them. I can hear
everything thats going on in my room. Of course my 21 month old doesn’t like
being in the play pen too much at times. She is very active and loves to have
free run of the house so she was crying in protest. Noel, who will be 6 in April
was saying he was hungry and wanted a sandwich and Analise who is 4 was trying
to convince her sister that she could have a lollipop. It was the normal chaos
I deal with daily, but I was still incapacitated by pain, nausea and
dizziness. I heard Estrella’s frustration when she said, “Now I know how hard
it is to be a mami, how does she does it?” I called her and told her the baby
will get over being upset about being in the play pen, give her some toys she
doesn’t have in there and it will distract her, you can all have sandwiches for
dinner and tell Analise she can have the lollipop after dinner.
So she calmed the baby, made sandwiches and
came back and said “It’s so hard to be a mami, I am sorry I am such a pain
sometimes”. This would had made me laugh if I hadn’t been so miserable.
Instead I cried again out of frustration and out of love for my precious child.
I told her I was very sorry and she said “What are you sorry for? You haven’t
done anything’, I said “I am sorry I couldn’t take care of you guys this
evening and you had to do it”. Then she said “Don’t be sorry Mami, you are not
feeling well, you need to rest, I can do it, do you want me to put everybody to
bed when is time?”. God I am so blessed! I told her no, I would go lay in the
living room until bed time and then put them in bed. By the way the baby had a
sandwich too lol.
I was still in so much pain, the nausea
wouldn’t leave me and I couldn’t stand to keep my eyes open. Noel brought me a
pillow so I could be more comfortable and they watched a Barbie movie. Poor kid
has to watch 80% girly movies since he is the only boy among the 4 of them and
my oldest boys are grown and do not live here. At 6 pm I took another
dose
I managed to semi sleep some more while they
watched the movie and then it was time for bed. They know the routine, bathroom
, drink water and bed. Sure they didn’t take a bath today but who cares. it was
raining all day so they did nothing that would made them sweat or dirty lol.
Noel has been sick and he is prone to develop asthma attacks so he has been
sleeping with the humidifier on. I set it up while they were using the
bathroom, warmed up a glass of milk for the baby and put them to bed. By then
my pain had finally subside enough to be a throbbing but no more nausea or
dizziness. My oldest daughter instructed me to get a good night
sleep.
I managed to eat a little something and took
a shower.
I am writing now, killing time as I know if
I don’t take more meds at 12am I will greatly regret it later. That should get
me through to 6 am which is when I get up to get them ready for
school.
I am use to dealing with my kids on my own
as my ex’s work has always involved a fair amount of traveling. Yet there are
some of the times I feel alone, and frustrated and guilty that I am not super
mom. But then my kids do things like make me a certificate that says “Awesome
mami, you are magnificent, I love you” and leave it on my bedside table for me
to see and I know I must be doing something right : )
I just watched a most wonderful movie. It made me
cry and it made me smile. When the movie was over I thought to myself “I need
to write about this in my blog”. For a good 5 minutes I looked in vain for my
eye glasses until I realized they were on my head. I had pushed them off to the
top of my head when I went to rub my eyes and massage my temple as I had a bad
headache. I wear bifocals but my long vision is not as in much need as my near
one so I totally forgot to put them back down and kept watching the
movie.
I needed to get my laptop, since I had left it on
my desk in the living room. I clumsily stumbled over the area rug, I forgot it
was there, I only put it there two days ago. It would had helped if I had turned
on the light first. I grabbed my laptop forgetting the mouse was connected.
Yes, I was a Ballerina and a Ballroom dancer and yet I manage to be totally
clumsy and scatter brain sometimes.
Anyways, I managed to make it back to my bedroom
with the lap top, the mouse, a half full can of Coke and a brownie. Have I
mentioned before I am a confessed chocoholic? So now ready with my late night
snack (very unhealthy I know, but hey, we all deserve a little indulgence once
in a while) I am finally ready to get to the task at hand.
The movie is an old movie with Sean Penn and
Michelle Phifer, I Am Sam. My mother or my sister had given it to me as a
Christmas present years ago and for some unknown reason I had never watched it.
Right now with my lack of TV and internet and nights that start too early, I
have gotten into the habit of reading or watching a DVD in bed after I put the
kids to bed. It helps me relax and go to sleep.
The movie is about a father with a disability. He
has a degree of Autism and the intellect of a 6 year old. Under unknown
circumstances he impregnated a woman that ran away the moment they left the
hospital with his daughter, leaving him to raise her. Everything was going good
with the aid of his neighbor until his daughter was about to turn 7 and he gets
erroneously arrested for soliciting prostitution. He really wasn’t, watch the
movie. Anyhow child services gets involved and the movie is about his battle to
be able to keep his daughter.
I do not want to spoil the movie if you are really
interested in watching, but let me say I strongly recommend it. As parents there
are times we obsess about what we should give our children, their academics, and
a million things we are supposed to provide. But when it comes down to it, the
one thing they need the most is our love. Even in the craziest of days when we
think we don’t have an iota of patience left, when we feel we have no clue how
to deal with something, when we feel like pulling our hair in frustration it all
comes down to giving and showing them love, taking the time to really listen to
them.
We are human beings therefore we are not perfect,
we don’t have all the answers. Life, circumstances are constantly changing, and
not only that, but every child is different. What may have applied to one might
not apply to another, what works with one may not work with another. I have
been raising 6 children in the last 21 years and I still get stumped sometimes
and think “wow, I never had to deal with this before”. But the one thing that
is universal, is love.
If we constantly show our children love, there is
hardly a mistake, an outburst, a momentarily lack of attention, a non pleasant
show of authority (aka no, you can not eat candy for breakfast etc.) that a
child wont get over if you constantly show them love. On occasion I have felt
like I had been a lousy mother and it never ceases to amaze me when my kids tell
me often what a great mom I am. I am glad they feel that way. I know is not
because I am perfect, God knows I am far from it. I know is not because I wrote
the book on parenting, like most I have gone by what I was taught by my own
mother’s actions, by my morals and judgment on what I think is best for them and
by the seat of my pants. Specially during the last two years when my life was
drastically changing, my personal emotional life was rather stormy and there
were days I was so distraught inside and exhausted I thought I could not go
on. There was one thing that kept me going and that was my children , my love
for them and their love for me. My youngest was totally dependent on me as a
newborn, I knew she needed not only her physical needs met but also to feel
loved, safe. When the separation came all of them needed it more than ever.
With all the changes they needed to feel and know mami was the same mami as
always. I confess, some days it was very difficult to be that way, I wanted to
crawl into a corner and cry like a baby. Some days my patience was very
limited, my smile forced and the tears barely held at bay. But they had a good
base. The love shown to them through the years, having the strength and humility
to say “I’m sorry” when I snapped or was unjust, to admit when I was wrong all
show them I love them too. It also teaches them that just because sometimes we
get angry at each other or are disappointed doesn’t mean we stop loving each
other. Teaches them to look at the bigger picture.
Another thing I found this movie illustrates is
that is impossible for us to provide everything on our own. A good “support
system’, circle of love if you will, is extremely beneficial to them. My kids
are very blessed to have this. Their father and I are not together but they
have a father who is present in their lives. It hasn’t been easy sometimes but
we have been able to put our differences to the side to be parents, we can share
times with the kids together too, not just apart. It shows the kids, we are not
the same family we were but we are still the same parents they always had who
love them and care for them. Sure they would be ok with just me if their dad
had nothing to do with them but no matter what I did I could never give them
what he as a father gives them, same as he can’t give them what I as a mother
do. That’s why we have work on being their parents first and foremost after all
we both love them and there is no point in letting our personal issues get in
the way of that. They also have family members and friends in the circle. Why
is this so beneficial? Because all this people that love them have something
unique to bring to their lives that no other could. When we recognize this and
allow others to be part of our children’s life we enrich it.
So when you feel at your wits ends, remember that
some moments,some circumstances, some mistakes are ok and they will come out
alright if they have constant love not just in our hearts but shown to
them . Children have an amazing capacity to forgive and to see past the “cover
of the book”. And remember, like I said before none of us are super parents …
but we can be imperfectly perfect parents to our children : )
I do not remember why, as it has been many years
ago since I had read it, but The Catcher in the Rye by J D Salinger use to be
one of my favorite books I read in High School. While I was rummaging through
some of the stuff I hadn’t unpacked, I found my old book. I knew what it was
about of course but couldn’t tell you why I had liked it so much. I read it
again today. I must confess for a good 3/4 of the book I was wondering why it
was such a favorite of mine. I mean, I could see how I probably found myself in
some aspects of the main character, being a teenager myself at the time, going
through all the insecurities, fears, and pains of growing up and finding my path
in life.
I have been thinking about it all evening. There
are several things in the book that kept coming back to my thoughts. The sole
character of this book is Holden Caulfield. Yes there are secondary characters
but really they are not of much importance except to demonstrate how Holden
perceives the world.
One thing aside, that has nothing to do with my
philosophical thoughts, but that amused me as I read today was the mention that
a Jaguar cost “damm near four thousand bucks”. Of course the first publishing of
the book was in 1945.
Anyhow, back to Holden. He pretty much sees
everything in the world as a big fat lie. Now I do not perceive the world in
such manner but I have always had a very strong dislike of deception , lies, and
hypocrisy.So I can see how I probably identified with him quite a bit back when
I first read the book. Being in High School back then,as Holden is, many of the
things he observes and talks about are/were very real.
Sadly many of those things do continue on through
adulthood for some. And what I mean by that is that many continue to live in
their appearance world, and others continue to be as lost as Holden was that
winter even though they have left their teen years behind many winters
ago.
There are some quotes from the book I find worth
retyping because to me it encloses the whole discussion. Most of them are from a
conversation between Holden and his former English teacher, Mr.
Antolini.
Mr. Antolini tells Holden that he is headed for a
terrible fall.
“ The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear
himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s
designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for
something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. Or
they thought their own environment couldn’t supply them with. So
they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got
started.”
He then writes something on a piece of paper for
Holden to read carefully and keep with him.
“the mark of an immature man is that he want to
die nobly for a cause, when the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live
humbly for one.”
He then advises him that “one of this days, you’re
going to have to find out where you want to go, and then you got to start going
there”
And here lies one of my observations of life. I
believe the majority of us go through this phase more than once in life.The
biggest one being going from childhood to adulthood. But then life keeps moving
forward and it might be for different reasons that we are faced with this
question again but I believe it can be as daunting as the first time in some
cases, although we are supposed to be better equipped to handle it. Some live in
this constant circle and they never get out of it, a lot find their way into a
new direction and a few lucky ones never encounter it again in such force and
gently move from one path to another or are blessed to only have to make minimal
adjustments because they found their true path early on and for whatever reason
were granted all the conditions to stay on it for life.
Farther in the conversation Mr. Antolini tells
Holden:
“Among other things you will find that you’re
not the only person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by
human behavior…many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as
you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You
will learn from them-if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to
offer, someone will learn something from you.”
Of course the key words here are: “if you want
to”. Some never do…
Maybe that is one of the reasons I like writing so
much and I usually write from my own experiences and thoughts. Might not help
anybody to share it, but it might. You just never know. Sometimes you are
blessed enough to actually find out that you have in fact helped somebody just
by sharing your thoughts and experiences. Maybe you didn’t clear their
questions but you motivated them to search their own answers in a positive way.
Or made something click in their minds that they knew but couldn’t see before. I
know I had benefited from others who have shared.
In the end Holden crashes and the book is not very
clear about which road he takes after that but it does gives a hint that he
might finally be willing to become less pessimist and more focus in building a
life for himself where he can be true to himself and maybe even happy in this
complicated world. In other words he starts to grow up and get out of his funk
by approaching life with a different attitude,at least to consider thinking
about another possible way. And through it all there is one thing that ties him
to that road. Children…his little brother (even though he had died) and his
little sister and children as a whole. You see, children in general are honest
and are able to enjoy the moment and see beauty and fun in things we start to
forget as we grow up and become more preoccupied with world/man matters and
expectations. It is true we all have to grow up at some point and is sad when
some don’t and continue to live as confused teenagers. But if we can keep the
honesty and ability to adapt without compromising that most children have we are
much better off as adults. This are some of the lessons I am trying to instill
in my own children and hopefully I am doing a half decent job at it.Their
empathy, loyalty, imagination, colorful view of things are valuable traits to
preserve. Traits that I am trying to remember to keep in myself as I travel
through life and its challenges. This are things that used in a mature balance
can make our life fuller and more beautiful and full of meaning.
Is Christmas time and all sorts of movies are playing
on TV. Does everybody else loves to sit and watch them as much I do? Some I
have seen probably over a 100 times literally. It started when I was a child and
then continue for the last 21 years as I have been raising my own children and
will continue for many more since my youngest is only approaching her 2nd
birthday. In a few years I imagine I will also become a grandmother which is a
scary thought because my youngest will still be a child!!! LOL. I can just see
it, going out with my children and grandchildren and people assuming they are
all grandkids. Watching their jaw drop when one of my kids say, no, this is my
mami and this are my nieces/nephews lol. Then again I have been told I don’t
look old enough to have kids ages 21 and 19 so it would be equally funny to see
peoples reaction that think they were all my kids when I tell them some are
grandkids LOL But well, we are not there yet and I don’t expect to be there for
a couple more years at least. But I digress.
I love watching the children being spell bound
watching the old classics like How the Grinch stole Christmas, Frosty the
Snowman, Jack Frost and all the others. There’s also the newer movies like the
Santa Claus ones with Tim Allen. One of my favorite newer ones is the North
Pole Express. I love its theme of growing up and loosing that innocence and
illusion and finding it all over again. Do you hear the jingle bell? I do. Yes I
am a big kid at heart.
Is great to make hot coco shock full of marshmallows
with the kids, hear their laughter of anticipation and see their funny faces
with their little foam mustaches. Everybody in their winter pj’s, cuddling up on
the couch with their favorite character blankets over their laps. No matter how
many times they have seen any given movie they always laugh, uhhhs and ahhhhs .
It puts a smile on my face. This is what Christmas is really about, cherishing
each other, spending time together, being a family. After all we are celebrating
the birth of Jesus and his main message to us was love one another. As I write
this I am watching Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp. The
grandfather tells Charlie, when he wants to sell the ticket to help the family
with the money: “young man there is lots of money out there, they print more
every day, but there are only 5 golden tickets in the world and there will never
be any more” He wants him to experience this rare opportunity, to enjoy it, to
live the moment with his grandfather who gave him his last coin to purchase a
chocolate bar, why? Because he wanted his grandkid to have hope for something
special, to be a kid . Many have lost what Christmas should be about, is not
about gifts, is not about parties. Sure those are nice elements of Christmas but
should not be the focus.
When our children grow up they will not remember what
toy they got but they will remember snuggling with you, they will remember that
you took the time to read them a Christmas book over and over, the fun they had
baking cookies with you, making a popcorn strand for the tree, dancing
together. Sometimes life gets tough, or busy and we forget to take a time out
and be kids with our kids but when I think of my favorite memories none of them
have to do with making a budget, or doing laundry, or a business meeting. My
favorite memories are of Analise with a red glittery mouth because she tried to
eat an apple ornament of the tree, Arturo and David jumping on my bed telling me
to get up, Santa came, of Estrella, Noel and Analise covered in flour when we
made ornaments out of home made “clay”. Coral finally figuring out how to rip
off the wrapping paper and having so much fun doing it. Things like that are
what makes my life extra special. Of course there are other things but this
blog is about parenting after all.
So again I went off the theme of movies. You know
going from one thing to another and then back again is a common side effect of
motherhood. At least for me lol Seems that when you have gone for years starting
to do something and then being interrupted by a crying baby, a thirsty child, a
boo boo that needs a kiss, a fight that needs a referee , a homework question
and the list goes on and on. And by the time you are done you forgot what you
were doing, see something else that needs to get done, get working on that, get
interrupted again….what was I saying? lol You get my drift
Oh yes, Christmas movies. I love them all, the kiddy
ones and the classics, the tear jerkers . I know most children do not like
watching the ones like It’s a wonderful Life and the likes. And that’s alright.
If you have a partner is nice time to watch them after the kids go to bed and
enjoy some adult time. All parents need some time to relax and not be “on
duty”. I do not have someone at the moment but that’s ok, I still enjoy watching
them by myself and there’s nobody around to see me get all sentimental and cry
lol Or watching with a friend that is as much a silly goof as me. Either way is
a great way to end the evening. Add some coffee or an adult drink of choice, put
your feet up and we are in business.
Hey, I found another font I like : ) Sorry
, the little things get me easily excited, specially lately. If you have read my blog in sequence you are aware that I have had
some difficulties lately. Also that I have been living in a house in the country
like Snow White with little people my only company. Isolated from the modern
world, through the lack of technology, mainly no cable, no internet, no radio
and a broken carriage, I mean van.
Ok I am not in the middle of the forest but I am
in the country, I have horses bordering our back yard, a dirt road that deposits
white greyish, yucky mud in my driveway when it rains, and the sounds of cows in
the not too far distance, deer occasionally can be seen “galloping” through and
God only knows what other creatures are out there. Oh yeah, I once saw a pig
around here too. The little people I share the house with do not go to work at
a gem mine. I only live with four not seven of them and none of them have
beards. Three are princesses, but not your typical storybook kind, trust me on
that one! And there is one male, and I guess his ears are kind of elfish if you
squint when you look at him, some days he is Optimus Prime, other days he is a
handy tool extraordinaire cowboy, sometimes he is Spider Man. I never know who
he will morph into from day to day. I swear he is part robot because it doesn’t
matter what day of the week it is, whether we need to get up early or not, he
wakes up at 7:30 am in his own if I didn’t woke him before that….
So you can imagine that after almost two weeks of
only them for company and conversation for the most part, I was starting to feel
a little cuckoo. Now I love my little house mates but after all I am a “queen”
and even queens need to interact with “higher court” individuals once in a
while. So you can imagine my glee today when the King Elf aka the little people
co-creator offered an opportunity for me to get out of the palace and venture
into the dangerous world of “Stores”. This is a dangerous time of the year to
venture into other worlds away from the castle. See is almost Christmas and
even though is a beautiful celebration many forget what they are celebrating to
begin with. Some dwellers turn sweeter but others who normally hide the monster
inside let it come out. Many drive their carriages like maniacs trying to get
places a whole minute faster than they would had otherwise….and because …wait…
what was I saying? See this is what happens when I try to write while the little
people are still awake. I get interrupted, and by the time I get back to it I
have no clue what I was getting at.
Oh yes! The little things. Like Ibuprophen lol
Anyways, the weather was lovely today, quite warm actually for this time of
year. I made it through the world of Stores in good time actually managing to
accomplish my mission of assisting Santa Claus and the Wise men in finding
Christmas and Three Kings day presents for the little people without going over
the assigned budget. And trust me, as most of the kingdoms, the budget was very
tight. After all Santa and the Wise men, are experiencing the effects of the
recession too. Had to downsize the amount of elves in the work shop, really sad
but even some of them got the pink slip, some camels did too on the transport
department for the Wise Men. But God was good to me and I am guessing since
Christmas is about celebrating His birthday, he made it possible in the spirit
of the season. I breath easier knowing we were able to preserve the innocence
of my little people for another year, I pray other’s find the same favor.
The king Elf was gracious enough to find me a
radio from one of his knight friends for me to borrow and brought it over. I
suspect my latest, not so friendly outburst gave him a clue that I needed some
distraction and a way to find out what the weather is going to be. You see is
very hard to figure out how to dress the little people for bed if I don't know.
If they are too warm or too cold things happen….Too cold and the laundry pile
may grow overnight due to waterworks, waking them up wet, cold and crying, too
hot and they wake up in the middle of the night very grumpy also, which makes
me tired in the morning.
Music has always been a companion to me. Since I
can remember music has been a daily part of my life, in the house, the car,
through dance and piano lessons. Music affects your mood, it can enhance it,
make it better, match it, make you sad, silly, sentimental,happy. Music has a
power of its own. When I got home and after the King Elf had departed back to
his own world, the little people were obviously hyper. I turned the radio on
and immediately felt like I had found a long, lost friend. There was an upbeat
song playing. I started to dance and my oldest and youngest princesses joined
me, the middle one was too busy running through a lava filled course along with
the young elfish prince on the Star Wars World in the land of WII. We dance and
laughed and clapped for a few songs. I left them enjoying themselves while I
went about making dinner. This castle has no servants or workers of any kind. I
am a queen of all trades.
So anyways such a little thing like a radio can
make a huge difference in our kingdom existence. The queen is in a better mood
and humming along now that music permeates the air, the little people break into
dance here and there and we know how to get dressed for the day and for bed : )
The little things make a big difference. And like I stated in the beginning of
this, Snow White I am not, as I am not a soprano but an alto, birds don’t come
perch on my arm when I sing (thank goodness lol) and I am really not that fond
of squirrels and I will eat rabbit without any qualms. No evil queen envies my
porcelain beauty (have you looked at my pictures?) and my little people are much
more entertaining, unpredictable and adorable than the seven dwarfs and their
kisses and hugs are what makes this queen go to bed smiling and feeling warm
inside no mater how cold is outside !
