Tuesday, March 11, 2008

• Moving On...

  Don't stroke out...  I am on Spring Break... thus two post in two days.
  
  From the comments left on my previous post, I am certain that my last post was overly melodramatic, depressing, and sarcastic.
  
  Let me just say, we are not about to be on the streets, not yet, and if we are then we will have a new fridge to take with us, along with a new stove top and microwave.  I guess the economy and all the talk about the economy has me a bit concerned, but I do believe that things will get better... don't you?  Jeez, I hope so.
  
  As for my 19 year old son... well, I was his age around 1980, back when gas hit a dollar, and we had just wrapped up the Vietnam War a couple of years before, and there was an energy crisis, and poor Jimmy Carter looked like the biggest idiot in the world, because he couldn't wrap up the Iran Hostage Crisis, and then Reagan came in and wallah everything seems to be better...sounds a lot like today, huh? 
  
  Anyway, my point is, I was oblivious to how poor I was then.  I moved out of the parents house and lived in a three room garage apartment, a bathroom, kitchen and bedroom, and I had a roommate.  I worked for minimum wage and was having the time of my life.  So, I  am really okay with him making a road trip.  I guess I just felt that he should have consulted with the owner of the car, and the person who pays the insurance on the car.  That being said, I hope he has a wonderful time.  He really is a good kid, compared to good ole mom at his age, and I completely trust him.  I will learn to let go..., I still want to protect him from all the harshness in the world, and I just can't anymore.  It is not my job. I have to remember these words my dad shared with me late one night over a glass of wine... dad was a smart guy too .
  
  

  On Children
   Kahlil Gibran

  Your children are not your children.
  They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
  They come through you but not from you,
  And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

  You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
  For they have their own thoughts.
  You may house their bodies but not their souls,
  For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
  which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
  You may strive to be like them,
  but seek not to make them like you.
  For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

  You are the bows from which your children
  as living arrows are sent forth.
  The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
  and He bends you with His might
  that His arrows may go swift and far.
  Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
  For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
  so He loves also the bow that is stable.  
  

  

  

  Yes, he is all grown up now..., come on mom, be a trooper.
  
  
  I am watching Oprah and The Osmond Brothers are on... when did we get this old?  They are grey-headed and old looking, except for Donny, who is probably using that hair color for men.
  
  

  
  
  The Osmond Brothers today!
  
  

  
  
  This is what I remember... how many years ago was that?
  
  

  Tonight is AI..., I know many of you are not fans, but if you are definitely check out CynaraJane's post today.  She has really done her AI homework.
  

  
  
  

  So, I leave you with warm, fuzzy, happy thoughts, and rainbow dreams, and ice cream kisses and so on and so on.
  
  Peace, Love and Energy,
  

  
  

  
  

  Currently Listening 20th Century Masters: Millennium Collection - The Best of Donny & Marie Osmond By Donny Osmond & Marie He Ain't Heavy, He's my Brother see related

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