Truthy Tuesday, Changes

Another episode in over thinking it.  This week I wanted to analyze how different KidMakes’ childhood is from my own, sociologically and emotionally.

When I think of my own childhood, I remember pain and turmoil and sadness.  I know that’s not all there was, but that’s what stands out in my memories.   My mom had a breakdown when I was 7, which led to a diagnosis of Manic Depression, now commonly referred to as Bi-Polar Disorder.

I remember that day.  She was talking about how we couldn’t go outside to pick my brother up from tennis lessons because the world was going to end, and it was her fault.

I convinced her to get into the car and drive the mile or so to pick him up (not the safest thing, from my adult POV).  He had started walking home and was pissed until he got a look at my face.

Since that day, I have felt the need to protect my mother.  I think that day my childhood ended.

My child will be 7 in a couple of months.  This is bringing up some…stuff…for me.  To manage my anxiety around this, I used this post to show myself how different her life as a child is from how mine was, and in turn how different my life is now compared to my mom’s in 1985.

(Mother’s Day also brings up stuff for me, so there’s that as well…)

Truthy Tuesday

I know, another series. This one will specialize in naval gazing and will hide mostly behind a jump.  The posts that I enjoy reading always expose the writer’s soft under belly, some snapshot of their lives, minds, inner workings.  So I thought I’d write a few posts like that for my blog.

I’m also working on my feelings around adoption and how mine has affected my life, perception and feeling toward myself.  So there’s that, too.

RIP Adam ‘MCA’ Yauch

MCA of the Beastie Boys, has passed away at the age of 47. I definitely enjoyed their music, and found him to be an especially endearing member. So humble, so empathetic for the suffering of others, particularly Tibetans. I always considered him to be the heart of the trio.
I can’t imagine how they must be feeling right now, and his family.

Recipie for Making Love

Seven Eight years ago today I vowed to never stop laughing, never stop learning, to look for the good in every situation, to love PapaMakes for the rest of my days and show him how much I love him every time I see him.

Strange Thought Today

My blog stats are flipping me the bird.
WTF, blog stats?!?

Relief

The Makes family has found a new place to live. After much sturm and drang we were approved for a sweet little house in the Kid’s school district. The next two weeks will be filled with (more) packing and relocating our little family again, for the 3rd time in 18 months.

Once we’re established in our new place, I have grand plans for launching a new shop and some new blog series on crafting. I may break those out into their own blog, and use this blog to discuss the process of opening a shop for handmade crafts. There’s so much to learn and consider and create!
Blessed be…

Mistaken

I screwed up at work today, but I’m really happy with how I handled it.  After I discovered my mistake, I took immediate action to amend, then let my boss know so she wouldn’t be taken by surprise when she got to the office.

I feel such relief that I can make a mistake and then take a deep breath and deal with it honestly and without fear of shame or reproach.  It’s a blessing to work with someone who is calm and patient and understanding.

Makes up for a lot of little irritants about my job.  I work with awesome people, and we make a positive difference in the lives of dying people and  their families.

Not too bad.

Do you like your boss/job/field?

Resolute

Vow with me to increase self-care in the new year. Finding movement you enjoy and increasing comfort through regular movement. Not by losing weight, but by loosening up your joints and muscles. Increase flexibility.
You deserve to take up as much space as you need. Do not diminish yourself in 2012, expand. Fill your life with people and activities you love.

Top 5 Regrets of the Dying

From an article by Bronnie Ware,  which is now a book.  Please check out the link for more information about the writer.  I believe that the patient’s she had experience with were dying of old age, so they were raised in a very different time and culture.  That said, I still believe that everyone can benefit from their message.