There are many things which I like about my job. One of the things is something we print on our cups. Its called "The way I see it". Its a chance for people to write in and express a view or a belief. Its meant to spark a conversation. If they are chosen, it will go on the side of a cup. I like this. It doesn't matter to me if I agree with it. I believe that opposing opinions can more than likely make you stronger in your own. When I find one that I do agree with, I get excited. I want to share with you. Its by Colin L. P0well. " All children need a laptop. Not a computer, but a human laptop. Moms, Dads, Grannies, Grandpas, Aunts, Uncles - someone to hold them, read to them, teach them. Loved ones who will embrace them and pass on the experience, rituals and knowledge of a hundred previous generations. Loved ones who will pass to the next generation their expectations of them, their hopes, and their dreams."
I like this a lot.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Busy days and a lot of help!
My son's name is Daniel. He is two and a half years old. Everyday I am amazed at what he knows, does and learns.
He likes to play with cars, he likes the Walmart commercial music and the Pampers Cool Alert commercial music (the one with "Galvin"playing chess), he likes to snuggle (or "nuggle" as we call it in our house). He likes a hundred different things.
One of his favorite things is to be my "helper". He helps me clean the kitchen. His job is to put the new trash can liner into the trash can. (he does it well) He puts the silverware away. (I do straighten it after he is done and his back is turned.) Then he fills measuring cups with water and dumps them out for very long periods of time. I say to him, "Daniel, you are such a good helper". He responds with an echo of "helper".
Today, he helped me fold the laundry. Its fun to watch him. He picks up a sock with his index finger and thumb and gives it a good shake. Then he balls it into the tightest ball that he can and puts it into a pile. He will do this as long as I am folding laundry. :) After we were done folding laundry, I had to write out checks to pay bills, finish the dishes, get into the shower, drop Daniel off at daycare, run to my mother in laws to help her paint, come home and get ready for work. Busy day indeed!
While I sat in the dining room, I kept hearing little footsteps. At first I ignored this. Then I got suspicious that something was up. I was just in time to see the last load of clean shirts go down the steps to the basement. My little helper cleaned out a dresser drawer full of t shirts and threw them down the steps to be washed! That was at 11 am....its now 11:48 pm, I just got home from work. The shirts are still there. I need to nuggle, so I think I will go to bed.
He likes to play with cars, he likes the Walmart commercial music and the Pampers Cool Alert commercial music (the one with "Galvin"playing chess), he likes to snuggle (or "nuggle" as we call it in our house). He likes a hundred different things.
One of his favorite things is to be my "helper". He helps me clean the kitchen. His job is to put the new trash can liner into the trash can. (he does it well) He puts the silverware away. (I do straighten it after he is done and his back is turned.) Then he fills measuring cups with water and dumps them out for very long periods of time. I say to him, "Daniel, you are such a good helper". He responds with an echo of "helper".
Today, he helped me fold the laundry. Its fun to watch him. He picks up a sock with his index finger and thumb and gives it a good shake. Then he balls it into the tightest ball that he can and puts it into a pile. He will do this as long as I am folding laundry. :) After we were done folding laundry, I had to write out checks to pay bills, finish the dishes, get into the shower, drop Daniel off at daycare, run to my mother in laws to help her paint, come home and get ready for work. Busy day indeed!
While I sat in the dining room, I kept hearing little footsteps. At first I ignored this. Then I got suspicious that something was up. I was just in time to see the last load of clean shirts go down the steps to the basement. My little helper cleaned out a dresser drawer full of t shirts and threw them down the steps to be washed! That was at 11 am....its now 11:48 pm, I just got home from work. The shirts are still there. I need to nuggle, so I think I will go to bed.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
My first blog
Well! I guess that I never really considered myself to be old....I'm trendy, hip, up with the times etc....I guess I just gave myself away. :) I work in a coffee shop with a lot of people in their twenties. I find myself reflecting on my own twenties. How wisely did I spend them? Was there a lot of drama and turmoil? What did I learn?
I remember thinking that I was going to travel the world. No one would hold me down or back! I would pick up and move at the drop of a hat. I would continue to have new experiences and new friends. Maybe I would never marry and that would be OK. I would then be the cool, eclectic aunt to all of my nieces and nephews. I thought that if I wanted to have a child...I would adopt. Yeah, I would adopt from a third world country and give a child a great chance at life. I would make a difference!
I find myself to be in the oddest of spots. I am right back where I started. I live in a very small town in a very lightly populated state. I traveled. I moved around.....A LOT. I have/had many, many colorful and fun friends. (barely a few sharing a common belief).
Now, I live in a town I grew up in for the first 18 years of my life. I am married and I have an absolutely amazing and exhausting two year old son. I came back to what I feel is home. I married a man that was one year younger than me. We never talked in high school, but always admired the other from a far. I didn't know I could or would ever have a child. I wanted a girl soooo bad! I have a boy....and I love him more than I never knew I could.
My life has changed! I drive home from work. I drive past the tank (yes, a tank) that I remember playing on when I was a child. I come home to a very nice house that was a classmates of mine in the third grade. It has a dog barking, a little boy singing, laughing or crying, a husband watching his hunting programs. I look around at the mess and I am satisfied. People always say that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence...for a change, "they" are right.
I remember thinking that I was going to travel the world. No one would hold me down or back! I would pick up and move at the drop of a hat. I would continue to have new experiences and new friends. Maybe I would never marry and that would be OK. I would then be the cool, eclectic aunt to all of my nieces and nephews. I thought that if I wanted to have a child...I would adopt. Yeah, I would adopt from a third world country and give a child a great chance at life. I would make a difference!
I find myself to be in the oddest of spots. I am right back where I started. I live in a very small town in a very lightly populated state. I traveled. I moved around.....A LOT. I have/had many, many colorful and fun friends. (barely a few sharing a common belief).
Now, I live in a town I grew up in for the first 18 years of my life. I am married and I have an absolutely amazing and exhausting two year old son. I came back to what I feel is home. I married a man that was one year younger than me. We never talked in high school, but always admired the other from a far. I didn't know I could or would ever have a child. I wanted a girl soooo bad! I have a boy....and I love him more than I never knew I could.
My life has changed! I drive home from work. I drive past the tank (yes, a tank) that I remember playing on when I was a child. I come home to a very nice house that was a classmates of mine in the third grade. It has a dog barking, a little boy singing, laughing or crying, a husband watching his hunting programs. I look around at the mess and I am satisfied. People always say that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence...for a change, "they" are right.
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