Joyful Childhood

Our neighbors have four beautiful girls, ranging in ages of 12 to 2. Blonde, thin, athletic, and cute as cute can be.

Today I happened to be outside to witness a wonderful event. Their grandmother lives some 70 miles or so away and visits fairly often. She usually spends a night or two, which is what she did this weekend. . As she was leaving, the girls, all four of them, ran behind the car yelling, ‘Bye, Grandma, we love you,’ as she drove away. The joyful young voices make me stop my gardening just to watch, listen, and enjoy. As Grandma drove out of sight, the girls gave one final call, the loudest of all, and in unison!

What an adorable tradition they have. I have been lucky enough to witness it several times, and hope today was not the last.

What family traditions do you have?


Someone on my staff said to me the other day that she would hate to be one of my kids, that I had such high expectations, they would never be able to live up to them.  Well, I guess I do have high expectations of people around me – my kids, my husband, my staff.  I gave up on the wider world awhile ago, but I still have HOPES that they will all see it my way, just not exepctations any more.

High expectations, she said. I really think I am a good mom to my kids.  I think I have always let them be what they wanted, how they wanted.  I express opinions sometimes, keep them to myself more than I want to (especially with my daughter), listen to their ideas, try to set a good example.  We didn’t have to be particularly strict when they were growing up, because they were good enough/smart enough not to need a close watch. They got love, support, lots of opportunities to explore who they were, safety.

My kids have turned out just about perfect.  I enjoy their company.  They’re funny.  They choose their friends wisely.  They’re smart.  They have ambitions and goals.  They are democrats.

Would I change anything about them?  Maybe a few little things, but none of the things that matter.  I wish my son would drink fewer soft drinks.  I wish my daughter would take things less personally. But on the big things, they are Mary Poppins perfect. Was it because I had high expectations?  Perhaps. Or did they just come that way? 

My husband is different in the way he interacts with them. He tends to do too much for them.  He has yet to see any fault in about anything they have done.  He is their biggest fan (mine too).  His example has not been as good as mine, IMHO. But they have learned a lot of good things from him, too. Unconditional love, for one.  And that is important.

If it’s high expectations that made my kids who they are today, then that is a good thing. 

getting stronger . . .

Greetings!  One of my favorite saying is, “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” This blog is my attempt to make myself stronger – expland my horizons, get out of my comfort zone.  You see, they tell me I should start blogging.  This is a totally new concept to me, putting my thoughts, rants, ideas, opinions, celebrations out into the world for anyone and everyone to see.  But blogging I will try.  I suppose it won’t kill me.

I will be blogging about the things that are important to me.  The list is fairly diverse:

I’m an avid gardener, and find the stress relief and satisfaction I get from watching things I planted grow, well, satifying.

I am the director of a nonprofit organization, so I am passionate about how this country treats those who are less fortunate. I also have an opinion or two about management, mentoring, community involvement, that I am likely to share from time to time.

Being a mom, I am pretty passionate about my kids, too.

And who knows, a word or two about politics, religion, the environment, travel, entertainment may creep in from time to time.