Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

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Children Grow Up

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Can Hoo get more awesome?

Three years old already.

Where does the time go.

The Chef, The Professor and Bart the biofuel guy.3 of my children.

The Chef, The Professor and Bart the biofuel guy.
3 of my children.

Now the big boys.

Yesterday they were kicking each others legos over and fighting like crazy midgets.

Now Chef is a daddy. Professor is soon to be a daddy and Bart is getting married come summer 2013.

Whew it was a long haul with those three plus the girls.

I don’t miss those years.

But being a grandma is quite precious.

I am grateful for every crayoned sticky wrinkled work of art Hoo presents and I hang it proudly on the refrigerator door.

This is gmom,

peace out

Let Go And Let God

Demolition of a small hut in our backyard.

It was a hard job.

Husband told me to leave it be.

But it was a fair Sunday,  and baby Hoo was sleeping.

So I took up a hammer.

Being unfamiliar with demolition I circled the hut a few times just swinging the hammer and thinking ,

“How do I do this?  How do I do anything?  I just do it.

Piece by piece.  Board by board.

Husband came home surprised to see the hut gone.

“You did that ? You couldn’t take down the hut!”

I could and I did!

It’s like my big sis taught me years ago when we got a rejection letter from a private school for one of my boys. She said,”What are you crying about, grow up, no does not mean no.”

Really?

She was right. I fought for an acceptance for my son and he went to that school.

Don’t tell me what I can’t do.

Oh but the  seismic challenges of the last few months.

A son losing his way.

A daughter walking into a relationship that was so very wrong.

The evil pain creeping from my back to my leg and settling in my foot.

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Let go and let God.

That I have learned, and this I know.

Challenges?

Get out of my f**king way.

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Son.  My beating heart.  Keep your head up.

Love and service, baby. Keep saying it.

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Pretty little girl will one day see that love knows no bounds. Only time and distance lets children scope the scene of their sad day when parent wrenched their sorry behind away from trouble.

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My personal enemy? The creeping fire.  Pain.

I will walk through it to drop to my knees so baby boy Hoo can reach me,  and I him.

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It was a fair Sunday.

The hut needed demolition.

I took up the hammer and brought the hut down.

Just let me pull nails, and crack wood.

Let me struggle under the weight of heavy wood.

This is gmom,

peace out.

Ah the joys of nothingness………..

Damn dog.

Down Cujo.

Down!

Join Me In Wishing Young Rose Happy Birthday!

One of the highlights of my life which I just don’t get enough of (being caught up as I am with baby boy Hoo and those wheels that need grease around here) is young lady Rose.

Just 20.

Having a birthday soon.

Caught her getting her lunch together this morning.

A nasty toaster biscuit with butter and jam.

A sandwich with a protein patty…okay.

Children don’t get much better then this little gal.

Off to college and then work.

Girl is all right.

Join me in wishing young Rose an early happy birthday.

Love you sweetpea.

Like I used to sing to you when you fit in my lap.

“Sometimes in the morning,

when shadows are deep,

I lie here beside you,

just watching you sleep.

And sometimes I wonder,

What you’re dreaming of,

My cup runneth over with love.”

This is gmom wishing all the Wper’s out there a safe and happy superbowl weekend.

Go Packers!

A Poem For Bear (Coldplay: Fix You)

Sadness clings  like a shadow,
Reaching for an endless hug,
that won’t be denied.

Restless, weary,
no understanding,
all children are sad.

Aren’t they?

Looking into a red fire truck,
for answers,
in a big world.
Where nothing makes sense.

Where is man?
Who this?
Why Ma cry?

Come to me,
Little-Bear,

Rock with me,
In the quiet of this corner,
I will hold this space for you,

I can be your familiar,
warm scent and sound,
I can be your safe space,

A constant presence,
in a chaotic crib,
I will quiet the storm around you,

and whisper peace into your ear.

I will stay with you,

For however long it takes.

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