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Meaning Something to Someone Really Rocks

My two precious miracles

It’s amazing what a little love can do for your day!

My son is four and a half. He is a type A kiddo with a huge sense for right and wrong. Sometimes I call him my little policeman. “Momma, that’s not supposed to go up there. Momma, they’re trying to drive on the road, too. Momma, yesterday you told me not to say that. Why did you say that word?” There are so many cute things he says everyday to remind me, to do the right thing. To model the right thing.

Today I received an email from the director at his daycare. She said, Simon was really missing his mommy today. He needed a little extra snuggle time, which is one of the reasons why I picked the daycare center they go to, because they are cherished there. They feel love everyday.

The director followed up and said, he wanted to send you an email, and I would have blushed ear to ear if I didn’t have olive skin.

This is the letter my son typed for me on her computer:

“J8fi,[0i =-kvt-o9,m=v-tk,\=\,=v5,3w0=,v,==v,v0,5,mk93b0-to,me-fo,v-eo,,,,,tvrtttttttttt[rdtv-,tr-vt-est,-,tvimtsmt-rmtm5trtvv0”

Then the director asked him if he felt better. He said yes.

I quickly emailed back and told the director, I had just blown him a kiss all the way from work. I asked her to see if he’d caught it.

I can’t wait to pick him up tonight and see what he had to say. I love my babies. They make me smile. They give me a reason to smile everyday and dream. Because I know when I dream and I take steps to make them happen, they watch me.  As a proud momma, I’m hoping they dream big and chase them just as hard I do.

Just a girl in love with every summer night

….I was in love with summer nights. I used to stargaze every chance my mom let me and I couldn’t wait for the sun to disappear.  I’d lay out in the cool grass. The breeze tickled over my arms and legs—even my toes. I never wore shoes.  I liked to feel the ground squish between my toes. Then I’d look up and stare and I’d tell the stars my dreams.  
…what did you do when you were little?
…what did it take to get you to dream?
Take a moment to think about that place. The feeling. Think about your wish list back then.  I don’t know what the weather will be like for me this weekend…but I’m going to stargaze. I’m going to say my wishes out-loud. 
What can it hurt?
I’m sort of hoping it will give me the energy I felt back when I was kid. Because sometimes it seems when moments seem a little harder, all we need is to look through our eyes as we did when we were little…

Spiders, Snakes, and Sharks, Oh My!

What is the one thing you hate? The one thing that draws an immediate race of shivers down your spine? The one thing that has you running screaming from the room and drives you high up to a chair or the kitchen counter when you see it? For me, definitely deep water and being up close with a giant crazy fish way bigger than me. I’d never go deep sea diving. Too scared that I might not be able to breathe and hyperventilate. I know I’m missing out on a huge thrill, rush, experience of something great, but I don’t know if I can ever overcome that sort of anxiety.

In any case, I’m thinking about the power of phobias today. Where do they come from? How do they get implanted into our giant human brains?

This question comes up from a song one of my favorite bands sings: Fear, by OneRepublic.

The lyrics go something like this…

When we were children we’d play
Out in the streets just dipped in fate
When we were children we’d say
We don’t know the meaning of

 Fear, Fear, Fear

 …wish I didn’t know the meaning of…

Do we get our phobias as children? Or are we born with some physiological predisposition? I’ll be researching these questions this week and I’m curious what you think. And if you have any answers I’d love to hear them…

Peace, Love and Pleasant Thoughts,