It’s been a sweet and sour week of fun in the sun.
A beachy time
Me, my family and my guy friend, along with his son vacationed together for a week in Garden City, South Carolina. Oh the beach was glorious and all the mommy-son time was magical! These sweet things will be dearly missed, however there was a sour side to the week. You know it, the guy friend! Of course, the vacation was planned months ago and at that time I was optimistic about this relationship. But as time passed, the lack of chemistry became undeniably obvious to me.
Therefore, as this vacation comes to an end so shall this relationship. It should have ended a month or two ago but with the reservations made and the deposit paid in full, it would have been very difficult to throw a break-up in the mix. Nonetheless, the concoction is sour and must be exposed. So, here I am, riding down the freeway in deep thought regarding breakup techniques. It is so difficult to be honest in a situation like this. I don’t want to hurt his feelings but I don’t want to drag it out any longer either.
How have you broken it off in the past when the other one is still interested?
A Sock Monkey Winter
It’s a “Sock Monkey” winter at our house this year! My almost-two-year-old son received this darling knit hat from his Granny for Christmas. Prior to this, my son refused to wear a hat which limited our time playing in the snow. I tried to coax him in many creative and humorous ways but to no avail. I would act goofy wearing my own hat. I offered to let him wear my hat. I tried bribery. I did all but stand on top of my head to convince him that wearing a hat was fun. He was not interested, period. Then along came the “Sock Monkey” hat!
To say that my son loves this hat would be an understatement. He adores this hat. He puts the hat on all by himself. He even wears the hat indoors! This hat is magical, I declare! His enthusiasm led me to learn more about this crazy looking, red-mouthed monkey, called “Sock Monkey.”
Did you know that the Sock Monkey is considered American folk art? Crafty American began making this unusual creature out of socks over 60 years ago. But not just any sock. They used the now patented Red Heel work sock by the Nelson Knitting Mills in Rockford, Illinois. The town in fact is still known as “The Home of the Sock Monkey.” The town even hosts an annual “Sock Monkey Madness Festival.” This coming March will be their 9th festival.
Although Fox River Mills has taken over the Nelson Knitting Mills, you can still make a classic sock monkey from their patented Rockford Red Heel® socks. Fox River even has the instructions on their website. I’ve caught the fever myself and hope to make my son a classic Rockford Red Heel sock monkey soon. Who would have ever thought that the creation of a simple work sock would lead to so many adorable little toys for children? I’ve read that these sock monkeys were first created during the Great Depression. This confirms what my mother has always told me. “Necessity breeds creativity.”
I am off work today. That seems like a good thing until it actually happens. It’s difficult to change routines, not just on myself, but on every member of the household. I’m normally up and gone to the office by the time all the others get up to start their day. Then I don’t arrive home until late in the evening, usually somewhere between 6 and 7 PM. I come in right at dinner time. I join the family for dinner; do some basic chores; give my toddler a bath; then it’s off to bed. I spend at most, 3 to 4 hours every evening with my family – not long. So, today, on my day off, I had a pleasant and relaxing day in mind. It has been far from that.
I’m not sure if it’s just the “change in routine” or what, but my toddler has been a living nightmare all day long. Everyone is edgy and it has been quite unpleasant. Perhaps I am dreaming and not being realistic when I long to have a “normal” at home, family day. I do realize that some of this could simply be driven from the fact, I’m not accustomed to the “at home” life. In contrast, I’m most comfortable at the stressful, fast-paced office work style.
I pray the Lord will give me more patience with my family and they with me as we adjust to a full house for a few days.
Happy Thanksgiving holiday time 🙂
”If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile… But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.”
What a very special weekend we had! On Saturday, we packed everyone in the car and went to the park. This might not sound like a great feat but when you are hauling an 81-year-old woman and a 21 month old, it is quite the task. Aunt Gene, the 81-year-old woman, seemed to really enjoy the fresh air and adventure. She had been stuck in the house all week-long and it was a joy to get her out for a short while. She’s doing so good since moving in with us. I was worried about how we would all adjust to another member of the household but my worries were for nothing. Everyone has adjusted easily and she fits right in. It’s a blessing to be able to have her with us and I love that we are a bigger family now.
At the park, my son refused to slide or swing or anything besides sit on the bench and watch the traffic go by. He was in an odd mood. Not sure why but he simply didn’t want to play at that time. So we didn’t stay long but left there and went to eat at Shoney’s. After that, I took him to a 2 year old’s birthday party where, again, he was not interested in playing. Well, let me back up. He was not interested in bouncing in the bounce house. What he was interested in doing was playing with the pedal tractor and wagon. This little boy is obsessed with tractors and wagons! Of course this might have something do to with his Papaw having a tractor! Well, he was in luck on Saturday! The birthday boy’s Papaw had a real tractor and offered to take us for a ride. We happily accepted! My son was in HEAVEN!!!! LOL It was a good day.
He spent the night with his Papaw and Nana on Saturday night, then I picked him up Sunday morning for church. We tool Aunt Gene to church with us too and she seemed to enjoy that as well. It was a really great weekend!
Here it is Monday morning and time for the rat race! But I will not worry about all the problems ahead of me at work. I will rest my mind on the Lord and know that He will enable me to do good work. I’m so blessed and so thankful that I know the Lord as my personal savior. Without Him I can do nothing. I pray that He will guide me and be with me all day every day. God bless all who happen upon these words. Amen!
In the Bible, 2 Samuel 13, one of David’s sons is very sinful. David, himself can trace the sins of his children to his own misconduct. This scares the you know what out of me. I have a son, 21 months old. I have sinned a great deal in my past. I repented. I have been forgiven. But will my past affect my son’s future? Oh, Lord in Heaven above, please say it isn’t so. Surely, my son will not follow in my footsteps. Surely, and with the help of the Lord, I can show him the consequences of my mistakes so that he might make better choices. I don’t want him to suffer the way that I did. I want him to have a peaceful and blessed life, all of his days.
I was studying the Bible this morning when I came across this issue and it is very worrisome to me. I pray God will open my eyes on this subject so that I might be assured there is hope for my son. Does anyone else have anything to add here? Please comment if so.
*****UPDATE: I truly believe that God has forgiven me of my past sins and has blessed me with a new beginning. Knowing this and having faith that God knows exactly what I need, I look forward to a blessed future with my son. God bless all those who happen to read these words.
We are born. We grow as children until we become a fully matured adult. Then we begin to die. Slowly we grow older and older. There is no other way in this life. Death will happen to each of us. We cannot stop the hands of time.
With this in mind, how very hopeless it would be to live life believing this “is it!” How very unfair all the trials and suffering we must endure if this life were our only destiny. I thank God it is not. He said, because I live ye shall live also. He promised us an eternal life with Him in Heaven. This life is only a flash in time compared to the eternal life we are promised.
Today, we are moving my Great Aunt Jean into our home. Her health is failing and she can no longer care for herself. We are the closest family she has since she never had children of her own. Her options are either a nursing home or our house. And, although nursing homes are great in theory, we all know that the patients are not cared for as well as they should be. So, in her last years of life, we hope to provide her a little comfort and love.
Going from a three-person household (including a toddler) to a four-person household (with a toddler and an elderly person) is going to be a big adjustment for everyone. To be perfectly honest, I’m slightly scared. My fear simply stems from the unknown. I don’t know exactly what to expect. I’ve never been in this situation before and it’s scary. So, I must step-back and remember that I have no reason to be afraid because God is with me. He will provide. Upon His promise, I believe and I am comforted. I will not dread today. I will rejoice and be glad of today.
*The picture above is not of Aunt Jean but is of my dad’s Aunt Ima. I don’t have any pics of Aunt Jean, yet.
As we fast approach the holidays, Thanksgiving Day will be here first. This is a day which reminds me to count all my blessings. Although I try to be mindful of all my blessings each day, the hustle and bustle of routines and deadlines interfere with this thought process. I forget to take a moment and just reflect upon all I have, not material things but those things that tug at the heart-strings. One of those is my relationship with my mother.
My mom is my best friend. She is my son’s Mamaw, whom he adores! She has spent her entire life making sure I was well taken care of and continues to worry over me even though I am a grown woman, fully capable of caring for myself. I never understood the love she has for me until I became a mother. I thought I knew but, looking back, I didn’t have a clue. The love a mother has for her child is beyond description. It comes from the deepest part of the soul and is pure and beautiful in form. I am so thankful to have been blessed with the kind of mother who values family and God above all else. Material possessions come and go as easy as the wind. But the bonds and ties of a close-knit family endure a lifetime.
My mother has taught me how to be a mother to my son. She continues to teach me about what truly matters in life and I pray that I have her in my life as a teacher for many years to come.