This post started off 6 weeks ago as a story about my purchase of a new power drill as a gift for myself. Well after milling over that too many times, it was not to be. But it got me thinking about power - you start out in one direction and find yourself on an unforeseen and completely different path if you go with the flow. But the theme is the same - power - Who's got it, how to get it, what the heck to do with. My first grade elementary class performed the play Cinderella. Of course I, like any sensible girl, wanted to play the lead role. Who doesn't love a rag to riches story? But alas this pretty little girl named Norma who only ate white bread sandwiches with the crusts removed was chosen for the lead Now the fact that I remember that bit of minutia from nearly 40 years ago is frightening since I can barely remember any of what went on in my life yesterday. Actually it proves that I have been carrying that little piece of "here's one more...
People often say, "you come in to the world alone and you'll leave the same way". I never gave that statement much thought heck I'm sure I've agreed a time or two but that's the most insincere statement EVER. No one, no where, no how comes into the world alone - it's pretty much impossible if you are to survive the ordeal. You are welcomed by the gifted hands of a doula/midwife, or a physician, maybe a parent or in any emergency even an elder sibling and let's not forget your mother without whom your existence would not even be possible so under no circumstance do ANY of us make it here alone. What got me thinking about all this is my Aunt Evie as she battles the dreaded "C" which went undiagnosed until a few months ago when it would remain hidden no longer in it's fourth and final stage. With Aunt E having neither spouse nor geographically proximate offspring, my Mom has become her caregiver - checking on her daily, speaking with ...
I'm sitting at the car dealership this morning...again. Nothing's wrong, the Commonwealth of PA is just forcing me to fork over my contribution to the budget via the annual car inspection and emissions testing. So guess what I have time to do while I wait - keep my 30 day challenge! Can't you just hear Oprah screaming that? Anyway, practically from the moment I found out I was pregnant all those years ago, I've been trying incorporate what I believe are the most important components of childrearing into my life with the Wunderkind. This weighty topic really warranted even more serious consideration when my marriage fell apart and the task fell to me alone. One constantly hears that children raised by single mothers are poorer, less likely to graduate high school much less college, more likely to use drugs, be involved in gangs, engage in premarital sex and the list goes on and on - ad nauseum. While I believe every word of that and I know with every fiber of my b...
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