Saying so long to a family member after a long visit can be bittersweet. Often bridged between feeling sad to see them go, and glad to have your house back. That;s how I feel typically when we have had family here for an extended time. For me extended time is anything after a week.By the I am tired of playing look for the needle in the haystack when even just trying to find the coffee filters in the mornings. Why is it that Bear;s best friend thinks that his sense of organization in my kitchen is best for me?
Usually this is where I’d be after a week, bummed to see them go, we really did enjoy every minute of each others company and can laugh off the coffee filters.
Not today though. Today I am just bummed. Today our grandson leaves to go back home. He’s been with us a full month and we have loved every second.
I don’t want him to go!
Lletting T go today will be a tug on my heart-strings that will hurt for days. I’ll smell his youth of him on my arms for hours after he leaves, refusing to wash even my hands for a bit, so to hold on to that which keeps him near.
It’s been a full, busy month with T here. Having just the energy alone has been good for me. It’s hard to focus on your woes when there is 13-year-old male energy running through the house, out to the basketball hoop, p-thack!-p-thack! —against the backboard. I love these sounds, love having his presence here. I told him just last week it does not matter if he’s hanging out in his room alone, or being forced to be part of what we’re doing (such tteenage ways) it does not matter to me. Just having him here in the house is what brings him close to me. Having him here, his energy, his soul, his tall lanky body fills the air up with hope and adventure.
When he left last time in the spring he was not as tall as his Papa, This time when he came back he had passed that self-imposed goal and now has to bend to hug me and is towering over me like a man. This little guy who grew into such a tall and fine young man is my favorite grandson. Oh I know, we’re not supposed to have favorites, but in this case it’s okay.
As T reminds me when I say, “T darling, do you know I love you the most, and you are certainly my most favorite grandson to date.” He says, Oh but Nana- I AM your ONLY grandson
Edited for correction. Thanks to the eagle eyes of two bloggers I have now corrected Tracy’s blog address. I am thankful for both of these two bloggers for catching the mistake, and saying something to me so that I could repair the problem. Thanks to both of you , you are my heroes today~ BB
In the spirit of the games and world-wide friendships that are occurring as I write and as you read I am creating this post.
Athletes and their entire team and support team have all been spending this time with one another and getting to know each other. Budding new friendships that may last them all their lives. There is so much to take away from the Olympics.
I’ve been celebrating the fact that watching the games this year has held a completely different and yet at the same time wonderful experience. Watching the same games as you are while knowing that we will soon be sharing thoughts and feelings has brought the games, the people, the countries home to me Knowing you that I do in the other countries that are also participating holds a completely different meaning for me. A meaning that I find brings me closer to you and where you live. It’s been maybe the most awesome aspect of the Olympic games for me this year.
In honor of the very games that are bringing us together I’d like to introduce you all to a new friend. She is recently new to blogging and WP. and she has already touched my life in a way that I’m still reeling over.
I’ve never created a post to introduce a sister or brother blogger before. I have focused a post a bit on another blogging sister but I was not introducing her like I am here with this blogger.
I am so pleased and proud to introduce to you…………Tracy, this sister blogger I have been so pleased to meet. You can check out her new blog and meet her as well at http://ohwhatapain.wordpress.com/about/
Tracy is a sister living in the world of chronic pain like I am. Though I don’t make my health a key part of this blog most of my readers know what I deal with, and that I am thriving in spite of my chronic illness that creates endless chronic pain and fatigue. From reading Tracy’s blog it became apparent to me that Tracy is a youngster in the fight of living with chronic pain. I mean this in the nicest wat possible. It’s been 28 years that I have been living with this disease which the medical association finally has determined several years ago that chronic pain in itself is a disease.
I believe that like all things in this world that can alter our lives that if you can connect with someone who has been, and IS there this is the kind of support that iI find is priceless. I am not saying this to toot my horn. It takes a long time to come to terms with what has happened to you, what is, that is, happening to you every day. There are days that not even those who love you and are closest to you can understand, and there is not a thing that does not seem to irritate you. Making everything in your life and around you feel off-balance.
It also takes a little longer in accepting where you’re at in your life with your illness and then finding that balance that works. It’s not one that has to be perfect, just one that works for you and everyone in your small circle. Those closest to you are the ones who may feel the brunt of what you are going through. This is just one reason why a support community of those who know what you mean, know what you feel, and may even similar thoughts is so vital to good emotional balance.
It’s true that for me when I first became ill having that camaraderie with other women who were going through the same thing helped in ways no one else could. It’s my hope that we can be a support to one another in any fashion we may need. But in particular my wish is that if you’re living with chronic illness, pain, and or fatigue I’d like to hear from you. Like with my new friend Tracy we will hopefully find ways to be there for one another in ways that no one else can.
For Tracy; my wish is for you to have a bountiful blog filled with friendship and kindness from others. My hope is that you will find the kind of support albeit casual that I have. That casualness for me has taken on a whole new meaning, it means I feel like I am sitting with my blog friends in a virtual cozy room filled with pillows that cushion and green plants that nurture our air. A room with tea on the table in front of us, a home where we can share and feel safe doing so. My prayer for you is that you find the comfort and support I do in all your blogging experiences. Best of everything my new friend~ BB
This weeks Share Your World Sunday is taken from the 2012 Olympics. And a nod to our dear friend Sis Caddo.
This is an exciting time to live in our universe. The Olympics seem to bring us all together every 4 yrs for summer, and every four years for winter. I have been a fan of the games since as long as I can remember seeing my folks and older brother completely consumed by the televised games. I recall when I was really young getting our first TV. My parents bought it just in time for the games. I recall their excitement and my mom’s sheepish grin because she had put up such a fuss about the purchase of such luxurious items. My mom was raised by her strict devout Roman Catholic Irish grand parents where nothing was ever purchased unless it was an absolute need. She apparently saw the misguided thinking of her own because she made just as much noise during the games as did both my dad and brother.
I’ve loved gymnastics ever since. I was a gymnast all through high school performing in what our school called a Youth Circus. Competition gymnastics though for me was not a feasible thing as the costs to run a training program was not something within my parents range. But I am on those bars each game, and watch the competition and exhibitions with as much passion as I did when I was on the bars myself.
This year the games have another whole new aspect to them for me. The 2012 Olympic Games & my blog have allowed me this time around to open a whole new door. Having blogging friends from around the world has been new to me. I am what I refer to as a sheltered traveler, so meeting so many of you from far off lands from my own has been a blessing I had not even thought of. A bonus. Reading your blogs is sometimes like being invited into your own hometown, or your living room. If that is even what you call the room that you do your entertaining in. Different cultures, different ways, different words…I so love every bit of what i learn from you. This year the Games have given me another insight into your own home land. And I love that. Having blogging friends that live in far off places who have teams participating in this year’s Olympics has been and is such an incredible gift. This happening I must say I think it’s rather one of the better and fun parts of the games.
Keeping track of the metal counts between countries has never been so much fun!
“Since the Olympics are an International event, I’ve decided for the next couple of weeks a couple of the questions will revolve around the Olympics, past and present. For those of you who are not Olympic enthusiasts rest assured there will be a couple of ordinary questions too. I hope you all enjoy what I’ve come up with for this week. This one is especially dedicated to a friend of ours, Caddo Veil.
If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels?
For me novels. Can any of you that know me and are familiar with my writing style imagine me writing a short story? Me, who never seems to know when it’s time to find an end? I’m not sure that writing poems is my style either. For the same reasons. Although I attempt both because I detest being told I cannot do something, even it’s myself doing the telling.
If you had only one book you could write what would it be about? Assume it is a top 10 seller of any genre.
A story about 4 women who have grown up together since birth. They are second generation friends as their parents were very good friends and their mom’s were pregnant all at the same time. They have since had children of their own who make up the 3rd generation, and the kids are now having kids of their own, creating 4 generations of friendships.
The story is about these 4 women’s lives, the trials, the tribulations, and the joys of growing older with one another. No one knows their secrets like each other does, knowing each others childhood shames and supporting through life’s stumbles along the way is the basis of this 50 year plus circle of friendship. When the three that married their husbands knew they were also marrying the other three women (not literally, I’m not going there) too as they’d constantly be in each other’s lives. It was required that the prospective husbands get this.
Did you watch the opening of the Olympics in London? What was your favorite part of the opening?
Yes I watched. I think as always the Parade of the Nations with their flags. It always gets to me. This year their cadence of steps seemed like they were moving along much faster than in prior years. Just an observation.
What is your favorite summer Olympic event or events?
I spoke of this above. The answer for me hands down is gymnastics. Although swimming is fun to watch. This year I enjoyed the women’s cycling road race which was new for me. I think that having an emotional tie through Kristen Armstrongs’ journey of never giving up, or in, touched my heart so much that I had to watch her. I won’t be a spoiler of the outcome of any games just in case you have them taped to watch later. I hate that when it happens to me.
In fact may I suggest that if anyone is going to speak about results and medals that first give a disclaimer of a Spoiler Alert? Our NBC television broadcaster here in the states is doing this during their news cast. The news anchor will tell before hand that are giving results in case anyone has them taped and has not seen the games yet. They do not give the results out loud so that there is not a chance of hearing them. Pretty cool of them I must say.
Thanks so much to our fabulous and wonder Cee. Every week she does this, comes up with great questions that allow others by our answers a peek into our world and who we are. I know I am speaking for so many of us when I say that we have been given a gift Cee,in this writing challenge each week. We thank you from the bottom of hearts ~
I’m so blessed beyond that I’m really a bit emotional today. Why?
It has been my dream always to create something special for and because of children. Anyone that knows me knows that I am extremely passionate about the safety and welfare of our children. I believe that we are a community of villages, and like Secretary of State of the USA , Ms Clinton reminded us that it takes an entire village to raise a chil., We need to become a village here at WordPress Blogs so that missing children and adult’s details are spread across the Internet.
The blogging community is a village. As a village we strive to take care of our children, to keep them safe and harbored from storms.
Another blogging friend and I have both seen the promise of great empowerment with blogs, the people we reach out and touch through blogging. We put our minds together and have created a new blog that will help empower our village. The reality of the power of a blog is what struck us both. And how could we better use that power for children’s sake. With deep concern and prior postings about missing children on both our blogs we saw the dream. We saw the power of the people. You.
You Bloggers have an incredible power at your fingertips, and with your computer. Reblogging posts of lost/missing children and adults that you find posted here has the potential of being seen by thousands. In those thousands there may be the one person who spots the face of one of our missing kids and reports it. Strangers bringing missing children home. What a novel idea.
My wish today is that you take some time to check out cobbie69’s and mine new blog called “Bring Them Home!
Like the title says we are in the business of trying to spread the word about missing people, and how to keep our families safe.
Another fabulous blogger who has joined the movement to move mountains out the way so that we may bring missing children home. This blogger has also added the Walmart Code Adama, in honor of it being 31 years since little Adam Walsh was abducted.
For more info and a gentle reminder read more….
I just needed to take a moment to celebrate out loud and to give a shout out for the fabulous job that London has done to prep for this worldwide competition. We have been invited as a world to take part together in the history of this world event; and to this day as a mature adult woman I still get goose bumps at all the pomp and circumstance that revolves around this incredible time.
Taking one small moment in time to thank London and the entire United Kingdomfor inviting us into their homes is the least I can do as I have my eyes focused on the television watching and rooting for my TeamUSA and cheering for all of the athletes.
Good on you United Kingdom, London, and all your good people!!
What a wonderfully small world we become for a couple of weeks. Good luck to every athlete, team & country.