Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The sun rose precisely
The coffee is reeeeeally good this morning!! I will be in the studio on and off throughout the day. I hope to get in the garden later. My devotions with mom began as a teeth and heart grinding experience. Eventually, she stopped and said "are you there?" I said "yes I'm just listening." So she dropped it and we went on. It turned to be a day with little fellowship, but we got through it. There's always another day, I hope. On the home front, the coffee's good and the sun rose precisely when it was supposed to. Be blessed this day my friends.
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gotta love the moms
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed! The coffee is good this morning. 'Becca the beagle gifted me with a dead sparrow this morning, starting the day off on a good note, after disposing her new "find".
ReplyDeleteMy mother and I come from two different parts of the kingdom. She didn't ever like me much and one day I discovered that I had never liked her much. We have been working on our relationship for about 12 years and it has been a rocky road. I do love her but I don't resemble the girl she remembers and her words don't sync to the mom I remember but we go on as though we understand each other perfectly. The other one just needs to change. Yet there are days when our fellowship is sweet and the bond has grown strong. This was not one of them.
ReplyDeleteI really need a good dog, Rusty-George. The cat is not a comfort cat. We put a collar with a bell on him. He's mad and frustrated that he must settle for cat food in the time of bunnies and birdies.
We love our family, there are times we do not like them much. part of the deal, I bet my kids think the way you do at times
ReplyDeleteWow.....I know how that goes. I have a hard time relating to my daughter too. She is only 18 so i have a lifetime to go. I love her but somedays.......
ReplyDeleteThings can only get better, right?
Well, my mom is 95. She has spent her life hating the 2 men I admired the most in my raising. My bond to them gave her more cause to 'dislike' the energetic, over acheiver, bull-headed person I became. She was very ill for the first few years of my life and the bond to me became my father in place of the mom who could not care for me. I think we've both come to understand this and the effect it has had on us both. What is curious is how hard the reconstruction has been. We do love each other. We just can't see eye to eye on much.
ReplyDeleteMoms. Oy. I love my mom but we don't have much of a "relationship." She's a hard nut to crack.
ReplyDeleteYes, I too know that I am not liked by my kids at times...what can ya do. Sometimes I don't care for what they are doing either but it doesn't mean I don't love them to death. There is that with any family if they are truthful. I know I have to walk in things differently but it isn't any easier. I did, however, find a cool thing. Fat free.....Italian Sweet Cream...lol. Haven't tried it yet, going through the opened stuff first...lol
ReplyDeletelol. girl, learn to like your coffee! (hey you saw my coffee stuff!)
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