Sparkling Trails in the Sunlight

This morning as Miss Sophie and I went for our morning constitutional, the sun was bright and it wasn’t quite so cold.  I could almost believe that Spring might be on her way.  (Yes, PLEASE.)  The sky was a vivid blue and the sun was reflected on the sidewalk, turning it almost white.

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In that gorgeous sunlight I noticed the sparkling silver trails across the sidewalk.  I wondered where the trailblazers were and if they had made it through the night.

Looking at those trails reflecting the morning light, I wondered, will my own trail reflect the light like that after I’m gone out of sight on this journey?  Will it be a beautiful thing to see and think about on a morning filled with hope?  Will those who knew nothing of me see the path I’ve traveled on and feel inspired?

Something to think about as I plan my steps and make my way.

Love to all.

 

Friending Folks in Real Life

I have been visiting with my brother and sharing stories of all kinds.  We have laughed and laughed until we cried.  But one story he told me made me want to laugh, cry, and shake my head all at the same time.

Bubba is in a caring profession, caring for the spirits and needs of others.  He was recently at a gathering of folks in his area in the same field.  They were gathering to brainstorm and problem solve.  He said what amazed his non-smart phone carrying self was not that there were bowed heads, which would have been appropriate in this setting, but that they were bowed over their smart phones of various shapes and sizes.  He said conversations were at a minimum, and he was blown away by the focus that so many showed over their miniature screens.

Bubba sat over his lunch quietly as most of the group were otherwise occupied, when the fella next to him punched his arm and said, “Hey, I just friended you on Facebook!”

*crickets*

Y’all.  For the love.

I mean, my brother was sitting.  Right.  There.

What on earth?

We do this though, don’t we, so many of us?  We sit with our heads bowed over these phones and long-distance/non-tangible relationships and when the opportunity presents itself, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, to spend time and get to know the folks right beside us, we totally miss out.  I have seen folks sharing pictures from their holiday festivities this year and many of them show people staring at their “little friends” instead of the ones they love who are gathered around them.

I’ve been guilty of this a time or two myself.

But I’m trying to do better.

Because I know better.

Phones and electronics should work for us, not vice versa.

Wishing you all a fairly technology free day…..so maybe we can start friending folks in real life.

Love to all.

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As good as this can be, real life is so much better!

 

Joy-Filled Store-Bought Cupcakes

I bought the cupcakes.

Bought.  Cupcakes.

I know to make them from scratch.

I actually prefer them that way.

But yesterday our Princess had to forgo tasting a lovely bakery confection because of her food allergy.  If I can’t guarantee it as 100% safe, it doesn’t happen.

And usually she’s okay with it–she knows it’s important and so she adapts.

But yesterday she got so frustrated and was so disappointed (“I hate my allergies, I hate my allergies!”), it broke my heart.

So today, when I saw the mini-cupcakes with a label indicating they were safe for her, I just about did a happy dance in the middle of the Getting Place.  And you bet I paid what they were asking for them…..they were worth every penny to see my baby girl’s big smile and get her hug and hear her whisper in my ear, “Mama, you’re the best ever!”

My only problem was I brought those in the house just before mealtime.  So my answer to the inevitable question “Can I have one now?” was of course the inevitable “No.”

After we ate I was busy cleaning up the kitchen and then working on Christmas-y things.  Both our Princess and Cooter came in asking for a cupcake.  Seriously, people?  You just ate (or picked at) lunch.  No.  Just no.  Cupcakes can be afternoon snack.  Please at least act like what I fixed you for lunch sustained you for longer than 2.5 seconds.

Finally, after they asked me the umpteenth time, I looked up at the clock from the cards I was signing, and I told them both, “2:30.  At 2:30 you can eat a cupcake, okay?”

And they were off, so happy.  (Note to self–next time set a time for them to watch for before they ask 227 times.)

As luck would have it, at 2:29 I was in the laundry room with my head stuck in the washing machine, digging out the last five items from the bottom of the washer. (It’s a tall washer.  I am not.)  I heard their excitement as they counted it down.  It was cute, but it was not without a little bit of exasperation that I wondered if they would SEE with their eyes that I was a little occupied at the moment and grant me an extra minute or two to get to those much-anticipated cupcakes.

I heard them wondering where I was.  Nope.  They wouldn’t be able to see past the cupcakes when the clock read 2:30.

And before I could get all self-righteous and huffy, thinking, here I am doing their laundry and they can’t just wait…..

I had the wind taken out of my sails.

And I realized that I do that too.

I have my sight set on something–a goal, an event, an item–and all I can think about is that.  Not what the person who can help me with it might be going through or what else might be going on in the world at that exact moment that I want this/need this/anticipate this to happen.  I can’t see anything beyond the “something” in that moment.

It is so easy to become self-centered and focused on something such that nothing else matters.

*sigh*

I quickly started the dryer.  And moved toward the cupcakes.  I had given my word, after all.  They were given out post haste, and the enthusiasm and excitement over them was worth it all.  My girl was tickled to find something bought that she could have.  And they were really quite pretty too.

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Tonight I’m thankful for the reminder that it isn’t all about me.  It’s easy to fall into that mindset.  Way too much so.  And while it’s important for the littles to learn it’s not always about them, it’s also important that I do make it about them from time to time.

And what better way to do that than with lovely cupcakes?

Wishing you all someone to make it about you, and someone for you to make it about them.

That’s what keeps the world turning, I think.  We all matter.

Love to all.