First words…

Those special moments when first words tumble from a baby’s mouth bring so much joy to parents.  How we live to hear  Ma-ma or Da-da, utterances of recognition that soon grow into jumbled, giggly little sentences as the toddler emerges.

Vocabulary grows with the child;  the structure of thoughts molds the individual personality of that person.  Emotions are openly expressed…or deliberately hidden.

For adults,  first true words aren’t spoken until much later,  often through writing.  The person behind a book or a blog can be someone else entirely, miles away from all that developmental dialogue that guided them into adulthood.

Does this make sense to you?

In some ways, I’ve always been a writer.  Stories hid inside my head and page after page waited anxiously to be shared with others. Chapters came out in conversation but never managed to land in print until a few years ago when I started writing my book and  “Another cookie, please!” was born.

Then came the great crash!  Read about it here.  I can’t bear to re-hash my stupidity.

Once my panic subsided from the above incident and I entered the world of blogging,  I realized that I hadn’t lost anything.  Not at all. Those words circled in my head like an airplane waiting to land and since I’ve taken the blog-plunge, it feels as if I’ve been doing it forever.

It’s only been a little over one year.  Imagine that!

I see it every day on sites I visit.  People who start blogging to share mommy or other stories; photography, recipes…you name it, they write about it.  Very often they venture out in response to a writing prompt for fun or to try something new.  Their incredible words appear on the screen and the talent behind a post blossoms, as if it had been hiding, just waiting to be urged into the sunshine.

And then…our words run smack dab into a wall, that dreaded Writer’s Slump/Block..call it what you will. That’s where I’ve been of late and from several other bloggers that I’ve visited, it’s fairly contagious.  Actually, it majorly sucks!


This too, shall pass.  I’m sure of that.  The very fact that I finally published this post (which has been glaring at me from my drafts folder for the last three weeks) is evidence that the writing doldrums are easing.  I’m working hard on getting a whole new bunch of first words ready for the reading world.

Eventually. This post doesn’t count.  Just didn’t want my imaginary friends thinking I stopped yapping via my keyboard.






 

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Never…ever..

Never…tell me the odds or make excuses. 

   I hate that!

Never…tell me what you think I want to hear.  Tell me the truth.

  Always!

Never…assume that you know what my next step will be.

  Big, big mistake!

Never…think that I’ll stand back and allow you to hurt those I love or someone I don’t know at all.

  Doubt me?  Really? 

Never…pass on any moment where you can tell those closest to you that you love them and how important they are in your life.

  Children, especially.   Love is the best positive reinforcement they can receive!

Never…take a sunrise, or sunset, for granted.  Never think they are all the same and that there will always be another.

 9/11/01.  Need I say more?

Never…hesitate to reach out and offer help, or support, to someone in need even if all you have to give is just a kind word or smile.

  “There, but for the grace of God…”?  Think about it.

Never…doubt that we are all put on this earth for a reason and often spend a lifetime trying to discover just what that is.  Never doubt your potential!

  Enjoy the long wild ride that, hopefully, gets you there!  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hey there, Grandma!

National Grandparents Day is a secular holiday celebrated in the United States since 1978 and officially recognized in a number of countries on various days of the year, either as one holiday or sometimes as a separate Grandmothers Day and Grandfathers Day.

Got that?  Can you believe I forgot? (so did my family!)

This year, the date fell on September 11th and most of the world was focused on the tenth anniversary of 9/11.  I realized that I didn’t give my very special friend a call in celebration of her first Grandmas Day.  Actually, I have two dear friends who are first-time Grammas but this one person holds a special spot in my life and that of my family.

I’ve blogged about her, told of a fund-raising MS Walk that a group of family and friends did on her behalf, in an earlier post about shoes.  Her name is Dotti; to me and many others, she is the most beautiful, loving Grandma anywhere!

 

Dotti won’t see this post because she doesn’t go on the internet but I will print it out and send her a copy.  Knowing her, she’ll giggle and coo over this photo where she holds her new Grandson shortly after he was born.  She’ll ask me how I got this picture and I’ll have to lie admit that I swiped borrowed it from her daughter-in-law’s Facebook album.  

As I look at the photo, I know exactly what’s going through Dotti’s head as she looks down at the baby and my heart breaks.  The cruelty of Multiple Sclerosis will rob her of the chance to easily take her Grandson out for a walk, or tumble around on the floor for playtime.  Knowing her, she’ll certainly try but, with each day as her illness worsens, it becomes more difficult.  It doesn’t affect the amount of love she has for this new life and no other Grandma has a glow that comes close to hers.

Not even me.

An accomplished Hairstylist, Dotti still loves to work and can do hair for hours on end; standing in one spot is easy but the MS can make other movements hard to navigate.  Her ability to drive a car hasn’t been compromised and she’s out constantly, visiting friends and, of course, her treasured Grandson.

Right now, if it were in my power to change many things for her, I would.   I want her to enjoy her loving family for years to come.  My wish is that this new little life carries Dotti’s loving spirit inside.. always.  I hope he has her wonderful laugh and concern for how everyone else is, never focusing on her own issues.  I hope she gets to take him to a pumpkin patch, to visit Santa and on a trip to Disney.

I hope.

 

 

 

 

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