In case you're not familiar with the term, a bucket list is a list of things to do before you die (kick the bucket). I see it as a great way to set some goals for your life. In my opinion, they don't have to be limited to things that are 100% realistic. You have a wonderful opportunity to dream big and fill your list with some grand ideas. We did something similar as kids when we would make our Christmas lists. My sister and I would sit down with the Sears, JC Penney, or Montgomery Ward catalog and go a little crazy making one heck of a wish list. We had reasonable items on the list, but we couldn't resist adding stuff we knew we would never get - a stereo, a car, etc.
With all my extra time driving to and from my job, I've been thinking about some of the things I'd still like to do before I die. This blog now has a new page so I can keep writing my own bucket list - take a look.
Much like the Native American tradition of placing an intentional flaw in their beadwork, my purpose here seems to be avoiding perfection.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
How Do You Feel About Mother's Day?
Dad and Mom with me and my sister, Kathy |
One of the things that impressed me with my mom was that she kept the macaroni necklace I made her in the same jewelry box as her pearls and other fine jewelry. She valued the noodles and Cracker Jack charms strung especially for her by her daughter much more than anything purchased from a store.
My husband & sons celebrate my bachelor's degree |
My favorite Mother's Day as a mom was in the last couple of years when my sons gave me handmade cards. Each card showed the personality of the one who made it. They are some of my most prized possessions now.
All a mom really wants is to know that she did okay and that she's loved. We worry about being too strict or too lenient, caring too much or not enough, and on and on. When your kids get to their teenage years, they tell you how unfair or mean you are, that you don't understand them or that you're never there for them. That transition from having kids who adore you and can't live without you to having your kids push you away can be heartbreaking. It sure was for me.
My own ability to truly appreciate my mom and apologize for the stupidity of my youth came after I had children of my own. I'm so glad I had a chance to tell her I was sorry and to show her that I loved her. One of the things that keeps me going right now is knowing that my time will come with my own children.
Taking our youngest son to the MTC |
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