Monday, May 5, 2008
Well, I hope that you have all had a little laugh at my expense over the drama of last week. I have to admit that I have grown quite fond of the girls new "styles". I don't think I have spoken to one person who cannot sympathise, due to the fact that they themselves were self proclaimed "beauty technicians" or one of their children is. I love you all for helping me through it and not telling me directly how silly I am.
So tonight I celebrated my oldest daughter Sterling's thirteenth birthday. Yes, can you believe it THIRTEEN! Sometimes I feel like I couldn't barely be older than her. Do you ever feel that way? So, we celebrated in true Cinco de Mayo style, as always. I always laugh that we are the "whitest" people in town celebrating Cinco de Mayo. Rob's grandmother asked me, in dismay, a few years back, why I insist on serving Mexican food on Sterling's birthday, and wasn't I worried she would become culturally confused. I teased her and told her that I was contemplating renaming her Rosarita Bonita Voortmeyer, so that she would feel more comfortable with it. What could she say to that? I told Sterling that I would make something else this year if she wanted me to, but she told me she loves it. Anyway, this is her first year of taking Spanish at school, so she especially loves it!
But on the subject of daughters, I just wanted to send out a thought to you all this week before Mother's Day. Yesterday, at church, a daughter of a much respected member, stood to bare her testimony. Although I cannot tell you much of what she said, because I was so focused on another thing. I was watching her mothers face. How softly she gazed at her daughter with eyes brimming with admiration, and how sweetly her lips were turned upward, and how I could feel the warmth and love radiating from this mother for her daughter. All I could think of at that moment was "does my daughter (or son) know how I feel for her." in all the business of our days, the cooking, the cleaning, the running, the fighting....are we sending the most important messages to our children? Of course, I tell her every night as I tuck her in that I love her...as I do with all of my children, but does she feel it, does she know it, and can others sense it as I did yesterday? Just a thought.
This little moment yesterday reminded me of a lovely quote I had heard from Erma Bombeck, written after she found out that she was dying from cancer. I wanted to share it with you...
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment
growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's"
More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize
every minute...look at it and really see it . . live it and never give it