So much can be said about a Mother, especially as we arrive at Mother's Day weekend. Parenthood in any case comes without a manual, no licenses needed, no special education required, and we're are all off at the races one day ad-libbing, some by instincts, some by learned behaviors of what they saw as they grew up.
Our daily lives here are work challenged, challenged also by the news media and all it's saturation, add to that the things we witness as we travel to our jobs, and sometimes we land back home a little tired, worn down by a week, and then one makes a small discovery. And we remember to enjoy being home:)
About a week back my loving other 1/2 tends to some yard chores he thrust upon himself, and upon inspecting his yard he sees a female duck known as a drake hunkered down between his yard speaker which is disguised as a rock and some tall grass he'd cut down a few weeks back, and backed up to our garage exterior wall, and she is not just any duck she is a future Mama Duck. He tells us of his find, and like the small children we are at times, we all come to life, we check on the duck several times a day, we feed the duck, and water her too. She has not come out of that spot in a week, least not that we've seen. She pivots left, right, 180 degrees, forward, but stays put on what might be eggs.
Speculations as to her Mallard male counterpart ensue, we fear he must have had a mishap and speculate that otherwise he would not have left her on her own, we speculate he'd have come to relieve her so she could go feed herself properly. We think we are his surrogate, our son included in checking on her before he goes to work in the morning, and spying on her once he'd returned late at night to see if she is eating, lol.
And then my spouse " Mr. Google" who loves to google the internet for information tells us last night that Mr. Mallard is off dallying and amusing himself, he does not return to help his mate as even simple pigeons do, apparently this species does not have devote loyalties of care associated with it. His research indicates she will be here several weeks, he speculates on how much fun it will be to cut the grass and weed whack with that nice gas powered machine he has now or in a few weeks when we have so many little ducklings running around the back yard......
We have no idea where this is going, hopefully to some smooth birthings, and other wondrous moments of humanity, but it has given us all some sweet moments of enjoyment this past week.
It gives a moment to reflect on mothers of all species, and father's who are really there as a main support to their offspring, and the constant miracle of life on this planet daily, noticed or not.
We all walk through our days together knowing we're not quite alone in it. When one is weak, another is strong, that with time and care we can survive it all, enjoying all the great days in between. The Good outweighs the Bad, and Forgiveness walks hand in hand with Love, doesn't it?
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
A favorite quote of mine, and much thought given to:
A favorite passage of mine:
“What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.”
― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
I have found that for me this passage was the best description I ever came across on the real deal of family.
At the minimum I've had my core family I grew up in, and all of it's extensions through grown up children, marriages and more children to grow.
And my husband's large family so many siblings, and spouses, children grown up to have their own family, and their children growing up and thriving, so many directions, so many differences in values.
My brother married into a large family as well, so that has become another adopted family, as diverse as my hubby's.
My Irish family of the south side cherished from my youth for the color of Irish music and humor, my Polish family sprinkled across the USA and into England & Poland, my own cousins still making an effort to stay in touch via emails or others through Face Book postings.
Overwhelming at times, and stressful as well. Just in the years of growing up we had in extended family a crooked cop who killed suspects out on the street, another person of disgust who abused his own children sexually and when he went to get off of the charges on a technicality the children's social worker shot him to death, the burial of his shaking to death and dropped from the crib infant was one of the early funerals I attended, so as my cousin the mother jumped down into the small grave, it would go into my memory bank with many questions that still float.
By the time you grow up, you take things in stride, you sift, and categorize, you bend, you forgive, and you might come out trying to make things work, trying to blend the rifts, most certainly never understanding all the things others think are too complex to mend, opting to leave the black marks out on the horizon forever as some type of shitty legacy. Is it false pride that allows one to never say they're sorry? Or do they just not give a shit to right a wrong? All of these thoughts, and all of the questions, only bring me back to this passage:
“What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.”
― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
“What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.”
― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
I have found that for me this passage was the best description I ever came across on the real deal of family.
At the minimum I've had my core family I grew up in, and all of it's extensions through grown up children, marriages and more children to grow.
And my husband's large family so many siblings, and spouses, children grown up to have their own family, and their children growing up and thriving, so many directions, so many differences in values.
My brother married into a large family as well, so that has become another adopted family, as diverse as my hubby's.
My Irish family of the south side cherished from my youth for the color of Irish music and humor, my Polish family sprinkled across the USA and into England & Poland, my own cousins still making an effort to stay in touch via emails or others through Face Book postings.
Overwhelming at times, and stressful as well. Just in the years of growing up we had in extended family a crooked cop who killed suspects out on the street, another person of disgust who abused his own children sexually and when he went to get off of the charges on a technicality the children's social worker shot him to death, the burial of his shaking to death and dropped from the crib infant was one of the early funerals I attended, so as my cousin the mother jumped down into the small grave, it would go into my memory bank with many questions that still float.
By the time you grow up, you take things in stride, you sift, and categorize, you bend, you forgive, and you might come out trying to make things work, trying to blend the rifts, most certainly never understanding all the things others think are too complex to mend, opting to leave the black marks out on the horizon forever as some type of shitty legacy. Is it false pride that allows one to never say they're sorry? Or do they just not give a shit to right a wrong? All of these thoughts, and all of the questions, only bring me back to this passage:
“What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.”
― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Seeing the funny side of things in a relationship
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