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amazing mother

A few weeks ago, I found myself lost in a time warp. Hours magically disappeared and I found myself wandering in the past…..

I took a trip to Target. For some, this is a weekly occurrence; for me, I have embraced online shopping for a long time, but decided to take a detour from my usual daily living.

While wandering the aisles, I looked at the arts and crafts supplies that I used to purchase in abundance. I saw the loot bags and treats to celebrate birthdays with young friends. Pretty clothing, funny tshirts, shorts, socks, small-sized sneakers… These used to be a few of my favorite things.

The shelves were crushed with fruit juice boxes and jumbo size bags of chips and snacks for packing 15 years of school lunches. I had lists of Column A and Column B choices for each child’s particular pickiness about fruits, sides, and main lunch options. Despite years of uneaten lunches and complaints, they all appear to have grown well and not a malnourished child in sight.

I am now so far away from being that parent to small children for whom I wanted to make things perfect. The attempts to find things to make them smile and be the prince or princess of their days seems long forgotten and dusty in their memories.

But, it was a reminder of where my life used to be, and transported me to another country, time, and place. Hours and years disappeared as I wandered those aisles.

I know that they cannot remember so many of the fine details that I labored over or the worries that entangled each decision for their well-being.

The life of a mother is long, as are the memories, and even when no one else can remember, we do. Our children are always in our hearts and on our minds; even the details of a life lived in the past remain with us always.

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monday motivation truth_william faulkner 5.22.17

It is not enough to make noise, it must be to make a difference.  There is plenty of rhetoric, but how much more meaningful to hear those ringing with possibility and positive change over the blustering and echo of empty words.

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Keep going and look for the humor.  As long as we are able to find something to smile about, however quirky, like us, we can rise to any occasion with an untapped inner strength.
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we all need somebody to talk to

Authenticity is a popular word today and used in so many variations from a hashtag anthem to self-awareness.  In its origin, from the Greek “authenticos” it came to mean genuine, and ultimately, trustworthy, as it referred to someone’s authority or recognized  signature.   In the Art world, a signed piece of art always needs to be “authenticated” to assure that it is legitimate.

While being authentic means to be genuine, rather than fake or copied, it was meant to be a representation of the vulnerable and flawed, but still beautiful, parts of ourselves.    People don’t want to have to apologize for who they are while others look down upon them.  There is a need for acceptance, tolerance, and understanding of our individual quirks or beliefs, our illnesses, and life experience.

However, I don’t believe that it was supposed to be an excuse to hurt people or behave in a cruel way.  “Well, you don’t want me to lie, do you….?” or some such remark to minimize the words and actions.

Being yourself in a world that is trying to change you, or expects you to look a certain way like a one-size-fits-all body, is a step of bravery.   Being cruel is not.  You may authentically be mean, but that is another story, and not one I would personally celebrate.

People are genuinely hurt, have broken hearts, and may struggle to live a good life.  When people ask how you are, and your reply is “Fantastic,” every single time, that is not necessarily authentic.  Life is not always perfect and there are ups and downs – not one individual is perfect all the time, not even in our sleep (look at how many snore or have sleep apnea!).

Emotional or physical pain is genuine, perhaps a given in certain circumstances, and having to lie about it or hide it is exhausting.  You may not respect or appreciate it as such, but pain is real and you cannot quantify how much it hurts another.

On the flipside, an authentic person doesn’t shy away from telling the truth in sincerity and vulnerability because expressing pain is not always negative.

Living an authentic life means deeply acknowledging what our values and priorities are and how we choose to express them.  It is appreciating a new way of thinking derived from introspection and awareness of one’s genuine goals or desires.  It is a way of behaving and operating from an internal barometer of truth and the underlying desire to seek and create restored faith in our humanity.

Being authentic means reviewing our own behavior and making necessary adjustments in our relationships with others; it is a reflection of the internal voice and the self.  When we believe so greatly in our ego that we feel we have the right to tell someone else how to live, be, and feel, we need to rethink what constitutes genuine compassion and empathy.

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