A Mother Worthy of Remembrance by pamela spurling No matter who you are, where you live, what your age… the very mention of the word “mother” likely conjures up many emotions. Even when we mothers look at ourselves in the mirror, we undoubtedly have mixed emotions as to who we are, what we do, what we hoped we’d be and what we are becoming. We may think back on memories of our mothers with bittersweet emotion… loving them for who they were or tried to be, cringing with regret for taking them for granted, regretting things they did that hurt…
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Today was an outside most all day long. The first mowing of the year, the first trimming of the year (besides the pruning of the fruit trees and roses done last month), and first real sunny-warm-play in the water sort of day. Mama, I’m so glad you had more children. I’m so happy I can play with my brothers and sisters — I would be so sad if you didn’t have any more children and I was all alone. [Hug, hug, hug…] I’m so happy…” I smiled and said, “me, too.” And I’ve been smiling about that over and…
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There has been quite a variety of experiences or special things in this collection of “30 favourite things” — life changing or life-impacting things during my fiftieth year. When I first began writing these entries, I obviously didn’t have a specific plan or order of importance in the posting of these things. They’ve just sort of unfolded — not necessarily even in order of thought… I’ve just written about what’s come to mind on any given day. To have our boy, Timothy, be called to be a missionary was not a surprise to me. I’ve known all his life…
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Settled. That’s really how I want to remember my fiftieth year. Actually, I sure wish I had been — or felt — settled a lot earlier in my life — but I wasn’t — not really. So, I want to affirm that this has sort of been the year of settling things. I’ve never really felt all that ‘self-assured’ or confident. Too often I’ve been swayed or even derailed by what others might think or what others might say about this or that decision or action I might have made or taken . Therefore, I’ve tended to doubt. A lot.…
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Okay… so yesterday I told you that I’d be posting “thirty favourite things” from the last year… things that were big or important to me that I never really wrote about — some of the “life changing” or “significantly impacting things” from my 50th year. And I’ve been thinking that I have so many significant things to share — but what are worth telling — or, more importantly (considering this is a public venue), what are worth reading? So I’m attempting to tell the stuff that’s worth reading. June was an extremely busy month and, as such, some of…
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My friend surprised me with a delicious Sbx this morning. What a yummy treat and wonderful way to start the day! Sbx coffees haven’t been part of my ‘diet regimen’ lately, but today I obviously had to make concessions for… well, what could I have done? Tell my dear friend, no thanks, I’m dieting… what? are you crazy? no… no… no… not me! So… yum… it’s as delicious now, one hour later, reheated just a tad… and here’s what it says: By the time executives get married take on a mortgage, raise kids, cope with crabgrass, climb the corporate ladder,…
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I thought I’d better just log-in, write something, share a few thoughts or blog an entry in order to dispel any thoughts that I dropped off the face of the earth. Or am still coughing. Or am still sick. Okay, I’m not sick… but am still coughing. It’s December 18th and all through the house every creature is stirring — even a mouse! Little traps are all set with peanut butter and bacon — in hopes that the little creature would soon be achin’ and what to my wandering eye should appear, but more snow, yes, more snow is here! …
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Coyotes are whining and howling in the field. They sound horrible and shrill — like someone is trying to kill them (sometimes I wish someone would). Sounds seem magnified tonight… the dishwasher, the washing machine, the dryer, the icemaker and the water refilling it. O, and the coyotes. Suddenly, they’ve become quiet. Maybe my neighbour said, that’s it… I have been mulling over the bailout plan the senate is expected to vote on tomorrow. I consider many silly scenarios and some sensible ones — several I have written to my reps and sens in the last few days. Now, I’m…
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I don’t get out much… some, but not much. And, for the most part, I like it that way. O, don’t get me wrong: I love to go places, I love to do things and I love to see new things. But I love being home. When I do go out… I sure see why it’s important for me to be here… at home, keeping the home and caring for each one and each thing here. I love keeping our home and I love home-work. I love making sure that home’s home. O, I know that anyone can clean houses,…
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I woke up this morning with eager anticipation for the day: our 21st “first day of homeschool.” In the early days of homeschooling, I would not have even guessed where we would be today — in terms of both where we’ve been or how many children have been taught at the table. I could not have asked or imagined the blessings that have come through the years. Additionally, I most certainly didn’t know enough to know that there would be days of anguish or exasperation — near despair over what I don’t know and couldn’t communicate. But I also…