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He’s Smarter Than He Knows…


It was one of those days, with all the details and “have to’s” coming down on my head.  Too much demanding my attention, too many things vying to converge on the same space-time continuum, too many worries and nothing I could ignore, put off or say no to.  And it all required a lot of concentration.  I stare at figures and paperwork and bills, trying to apply a sense of logic and peace to it all.

My son runs into the kitchen (my office).  His enthusiasm about a funny incident at school gushes over me. Then he notices I’m already sitting there in tears.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry honey, things are not so great right at this moment and I have a lot to figure out.”  Caught off guard, I’m not very good at choking back tears.

“Well, but things are going to be so much better now that you are here,” he tells me.

I smile.  “I love you very much son.  That was sweet.  Thank you.”  There are times he’s amazingly sweet and his belief in me catches me off guard.  Changing subjects and pulling myself together though I add, “But I do need you to do your homework.”

“No…” he declares.  “First I’m going to come over and hug you right now!”  He loom tackles me in my chair.

Sigh…..  It’s one of those sighs where I love his hugs, wish I wasn’t so stressed and am trying to refocus so I can do what I need to do.  My son never hugs lightly.  It’s always a tackle and a bear squeeze.  And in effort to comfort me he hangs on a little longer.

I hold on to the moment just a bit and then pat his arm.  “I wish I could just live on hugs dear.  But there are just so many things coming down on me right now and I need to think.”  He lets go.

“So…” he says lightly, “just use an umbrella.”

I know I am here to teach my kids and guide them in life, but so often it is they who teach me. I stare at my son as he walks away, his words striking a tone.

And I realize he’s right.  It’s so simple.  Just use an umbrella.  And there’s always time for hugs.

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The Gift of a Mother


I don’t often share my poetry and prose.  But today, I finally share this as my Mother’s Day Gift to you, dear reader.  If you like it, please thumb it up and share the link back to my blog post.  Thank you for sharing.


The Gift of a Mother
06-10-2005


It just happened,
The Way
She was lying in bed
When I chanced
By her open door,

That her silhouette
Suddenly appeared
Just as that
Of her 3 year old self. 

I was about
Morning Chores

When Suddenly
Out of the Corner
Of my Eye,
I caught Her
Sleeping Visage. 

Back turned,
Laying sideways,
Head buried
In her pillow

Bedclothes piled around,
There she was…

My Toddling Little Girl. 

 I stood There,
Caught. 

The lighting
Trickery
Brought out her short
Tousled Curls,

Back when
It was just finally
Starting to grow. 

Head turned,
Her Face appeared
Smaller
And Younger. 

I felt the pangs
Of Beauty
Of Sorrow
Of Fear
As I turned to continue. 

Sorrow that Time
Seems to pass so quickly

That I Haven’t
Held
My Baby
As Much
As I’ve Desired. 

Fear that Time will
Escape
From my grasp
Completely

And I might
Forget
Or Lose
This Moment Forever. 

Beauty because a single Glance
Holds an Infinity
Of Joy
And Knowing. 


As I passed on
Through the house
Capturing
The Reflection in my Mind,

I Saw that it was
The Gift
Of a Mother

To see Her Child
So. 

To Know Her
So. 


For a Mother has the Privilege
To See Her Child in Ways
Even her own beautiful Child
Will never See. 

 To watch Her Child
Grow and Develop.

To Remember
The Quirkiness,
The Sweetness,
The Sheer Innocence,
The Purity of Heart. 

To Remember
Their Boldness,
Their Courage
And Determination,

Their Worries,
Their Challenges.

The Privilege to
Nurture them,
Teach them,
Guide them,
Protect them,
To Set Them Free… 

It’s all Summed
Within a Glance. 

As I came back
By her room…
There She was again.

Face returned,
Angelic in her dozing,
Cuddled into blankets,

Transformed
In a second

From
The Toddler
To the Girl. 

All that She Is,
Flooding Back
To Me
In Pride
And Joy. 

A rare Moment
Of Experience;
Remembering
With Feeling
Yet again,

How our Time
As Parents
Of Little Ones
Is so Small. 

I have Seen
Beauty
That no one else
Will See,

Nor ever can. 

I have the Privilege
Of the Truth:

You don’t know Her
As I Do.
You haven’t seen
What I have Seen. 

It is My Prize.
My Gift.
As a Mother. 

It is the Gift
Of my Mother. 

To See
The Face of God.

Copyright © 2005 by Julia Meek Chambers, All Rights Reserved.

She turns 14 soon, but it is still the same as 6 years ago.


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A Roomba for the Lawn…


Sighing, I gaze at the lawn after pulling into the driveway.

“I wish I had a Roomba for the lawn,” I say.  “Only to cut it, not vacuum it.  A Roomba lawnmower…. yeah….”

In his completely genuine, yet most logical Spock-like tone, my 11 yr old son quirks his eyebrows at me from the passenger seat.

“You do realize that if you did, someone could hack into it and go on a killing spree.”

Blink.

No.  That was not the first thought that came to mind Son.

Not at all.

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Is This FlyLady Thing a “Cult….?”


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This was a question posted to Yahoo Answers this morning, wondering if perchance FlyLady could be a mindless satanic cult of some sort, with their Stepford wives clean houses and everyone repeating a similar mantra of “Join – it’s great!”

Well anyway, the FlyLady “cult question” was really, quite a funny tongue-in-cheek post I thought, knowing that the author was likely looking for quirky entertainment value in the way it was written from an “outside” point of view. Maybe even looking for fodder for her blog. Certainly not an attack – just a sense of humor. (Albeit perhaps a younger sense of humor than some Fly members might have shared.)

The thrust of her post seemed to wonder if she did say – actually join the FlyLady band wagon with all the moms who said www.FlyLady.com was so wonderful – if she’d eventually find herself “trapped in a cave somewhere scrubbing toilets and worshipping flies,” I think is how she put it. I was chuckling with a “Lord of the Toilet Flies” moment pictured in my head.

(Hey – it was certainly a better tone in humor than one super-organized friend of mine who in all seriousness said she felt FlyLady was for women who were depressed. No offense to me of course.)

Unfortunately, with the influx of responses (some indignant) that poured in from Fly fans like me, the question was deleted in process before I could finish my own answer to her question. And with it removed, there is no way for me to properly quote how her question was worded exactly, or I would try to share it in all it’s humor.

However I felt a semi-serious but humorous question such as this deserved a likewise answer. So I thought I would share my own response here.

For your enjoyment…..

Question: “Is FlyLady a Cult?”

Answer: “I suppose so. Now that I think about it!

I realize now that I must have been brain-washed into thinking cleaning my house and keeping a routine, can actually be fun! That habitually just simply swish-swiping the toilet and sink first thing in the morning even while in my zombie state of mind (always am at that time of day) that I can be worry free about company needing to use the facilities – even if there are boys in the house. That a shiny sink could possibly make me smile when I stumble out into the kitchen to get my brain juice in the morning. That I really could have more energy and less pain from my injuries if I’d just drink my water, wear my stinkin’ shoes and go to bed on time from the get-go. That I could actually improve my quality of life and state of mind in 15 minute increments?

Good Grief! What was I thinking! How could this BikerMom have possibly been conned into thinking anything domestic could possibly help me be happy? How could this brain-washing dream-world possibly be reality? How did I get sucked in??

Except – my house is cleaner with less effort now. And I am happier! Because I can be freer to be the mom who loves to ride my motorcycle, rock out on my piano and drums, to meditate and design crochet and run my two home businesses when this mom’s command performance is not demanded at home or other work, or even as a military wife. And I have not aged as quickly either.

I’m not a joiner by nature. Nor do I have time for typical housework attitudes or approaches. I’m a professional mom in three fields – alot for anyone. But truth is, cult-like or not the “FlyLady” general attitude and approach to life has helped preserve my freedom and identity as a woman and as a professional, instead of feeling like motherhood stripped it away or left me trapped – like so many of my friends have felt.

I am not trapped. Truthfully – I am empowered.

And so was my response!

If you are unfamiliar with FlyLady- that’s OK. But for those of us in the know, it has helped bring peace into the many lives of those who struggle with wearing so many hats in life: including motherhood, secretary and maid. The FlyLady system may not be for everyone, but it has been a stream-lining tool for many of us who appreciate some help in putting together a framework for success in managing our homes.

Me? It has saved me so much time! A system ready to go, straight out of the package and easy to implement. YES!

Marla Cilley, the founder of it all, has given great service to families around the world through “FlyLady’s” reach.  Thanks again.

Now – if only there was just a TaxLady who could convince me that taxes could be fun too….. :P

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