Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Legacy of Heroes

Her hands are clammy.  She attempts to wipe them on her skirt.

Her throat is dry.  She takes a sip of stale water.

Her eyes are swollen.  She tries to hold back the tears that have fallen for days.

Her legs are weak.  She still has to walk in front of all these people.

She traces her finger along the flag laden coffin and the tears flow once again.

In front of everyone, her voice shakes, her hands tremble, her eyes throb. 

She begins.  The legacy of heroes are the stories they leave behind with the ones they love.”

I'm a day late, but can you ever put a time frame on thanking those who have fought and remembering those who have died?  Thank you to all the soldiers and their families who have sacrificed so that we may live in this great nation.

The story is linked with Saturday Centus, a 100 word limit influenced by the prompt 'the legacy of heroes'.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

My Favorite Game

As we pounded up the wooden stairs racing towards the door I could not hide my excitment.  This time I won the board game argument, and we were going to play my favorite game.

We plopped down on the carpet securing our place between the brick fireplace and the coffee table.  The top was removed and the fun began.

I sat up the board while Allison gathered all the cards.  The hills were placed where they needed, and the spinner was secured in the center.  The small cardboard cards were stacked in the center in even piles, face down each one holding a new surprise.  Money was doled out and piled for each person.

First we had to decide on the cars.  Colors were chosen and one pink girl placed in each for me and Allison.  The spinner was spun and the sister with the higher number started first.

We always started at college.  Of course we would take the 40,000 dollar bank note so we could head to Auburn for college.  As our lone cars headed down the track we envisioned ourselves one day making the same trip.

Stop!  College graduation; take a surprise card.  Stop!  Job selection; pick from a pile of facedown cards.

We fantasized with each job.  Maybe one day I really will be a doctor, I would think drawing the highest paying card.  Maybe I’ll really be a teacher my sister would counter with her card.

Stop!  Get married.  “Oooh, you’re gonna marry Chris,” Allison would sing at me joking on a crush.  “Well, you’re going to marry Jonathon,” I countered with an equally as embarrassing revelation.  We giggled and placed little blue guys next to our pink girls in our cars.

We continued along the path specified on the board.  Houses were chosen; I always wanted the Victorian yet ended up with the Split-level.  Paydays happened, and then taxes paid later.  Job changes, lay offs, fires and floods, doctor visits and even vacations were all a possibility as our plastic cars traveled along the path up and down the plastic hills.

Kids were added, each one agonizing over if it should a boy or girl, and naming the addition before adding the pink or blue peg into the car.

Allison reached the end first and retired at the mansion.  Fine with me, I always wanted to retire in the country.

Finally we could revile our accomplishments.  “I wrote a great American novel,” I revealed with a smile.  “I was in the Olympics,” Allison replied.  Statements about curing cancer and inventing new toys could be heard from the nearby kitchen.

The point of playing the game of LIFE wasn’t winning or losing, but dreaming about life in the years to come.

This post is brought to you from remembeRED. Board games seem to take a center stage in many of my happy memories; wether it was my sister and I playing connect 4, guess who, LIFE, and more on the carpet in the living room or the entire family yelling over dice in Yahtzee or bringing out the dictionary to check words in Scrabble.  Games are one of the reasons I can not wait until my girls get older and we can have a family game night too!

Monday, May 23, 2011

GTKY v.1

I've always wanted to play along with Keely's Getting to Know You Sundays, but Sundays are always so busy.  So, I'm going to start playing on Mondays.  Yay!  You can play along too, and we all can get to know each other better.

1. What's your favorite rainy day activity?
Reading, but with two little girlies running around on a rainy day that doesn't happen too often.  So instead I enjoy napping on rainy days because the girls generally sleep longer then.

2. What time do you go to bed?
Too late.  Usually around midnight, but I really need to work on that.

3. How many magazines do you subscibe to?
one; Real Simple.  I love being inspired by their pictures and stories.

4. Did you sell all your belongings because you thought the world was ending Saturday?
LOL!  no.  There was a picture going around facebook that made me laugh.  It was of a billboard that said 'That was awkward.' followed by the you can not know the day verse.

5. What's your beauty obssesion?
Um, I think I need one.  Most days I don't even wear makeup, a plus to working in a dirty coal lab.

6. If you could only wear one designer/brand for the rest of your life ... what would it be?
Do they make designer sweat pants?  I have such icky self esteem when it comes to how I look ... I'll let you know later.

7. What's your summer must have?
Pedicures and flip flops. 

8. Do you make weekly dinner menus?
Yeah, in my head.  I write them down at the same time I make my grocery list so I know what to buy.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Moment I Became a Mom

I didn't want to be a mom.  Not at first anyway.  I tried to ignore the fact I was pregnant as long as I could, but really, you just can't ignore something like that.

I was 21, unwed, confused and scared.  I remember one evening sitting with my parents discussing marriage/adoption when the phrase, 'you don't want to be a mother, do you?'  I shuddered at it because mother was the very last thing I wanted to be.  I was just a kid, confused, unsure of how to live my life.  How could I teach a baby what to do?

About a week later, I sat alone at my ultrasound.  I went in not wanting to know the sex of this baby, but when the nurse asked ... I said yes.  A girl.  A little girl was growing inside me.  At that moment I bonded with the baby in me.  Boy or girl didn't matter, but the fact that now the baby was more than an 'it', it was a 'she'.

I ate lunch with Andrew after that ultrasound, showed him pictures, told him it really was a she, and told him I wanted to get married and raise her as a family.  That moment in the ultrasound room I knew I was ready to be a mom.

I define myself as Mom.  I can't wait to tell stories of my babies, post pictures, and share my life with anyone who asks.

Happy Mother's day to all my Mom friends!

(this is my Mother's Day card from Leah(3 1/2 years), all written by her)