Thoughts to Ponder

[Guest Guest]

Has this been posted before? I've been gone so much I don't know but I got it as an email today and thought it was worth posting.

 

READ THIS VERY SLOWLY...... IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND.

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> Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they

haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it

was coming, or are too rigid to depart from their routine. I got to thinking

one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner

that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be

a little more flexible.

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> How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't

suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the

word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?

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> How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you

watched 'Jeopardy' on television?

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> I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to

lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and stammer, "I can't. I have

clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a

late breakfast, It looks like rain." And my personal favorite: "It's

Monday." She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

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> Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our

headaches........ We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves

when all the conditions are perfect!

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> We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Stevie

toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.

We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

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> Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and

the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning we awaken, and

all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan

on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."

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> When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure

and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm

for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready

to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a

bungee cord.

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> My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's

just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and

eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought

a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have

died happy.

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> Now, go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to do...... Not

> something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had

> only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would

> you say? And why are you waiting?

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> Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the

rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or

gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the

fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply? When the day is

done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through

your head? Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste,

not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to

say "Hi"...

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> When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened

gift....... Thrown away....... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the

music before the song is over.

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> "Life may not be the party we hoped for........ but while we are here, we

might as well dance........

 

[HapyGirl]

 

 

 

[Guest Guest]

This is a real eye opener, Dee! Thanks for posting it and welcome back.

 

There are so many things I could say to add to this, I don't even know where to begin, so I'll keep it brief. Sort of... LOL!

 

When LP, our grandson to those who are unaware, was a toddler, it seemed I was always busy. We are raising him, always have, and I've been blessed to be able to stay at home with him.

 

When he was about 2 1/2 yo, we had just moved, and he was drawing and coloring in his room. I was trying to unpack a load of boxes. He came into the kitchen several times, to ask me to come in his room, so he could show me something. I kept putting him off, saying I would be there in a few minutes. Finally, after what must have seemed forever to him, he came in the kitchen and put his hands on his hips. He was obviously upset. When I turned to look at him, he sighed heavily and said, "Nana, would you please stop being so busy for just a minute?" I cried. That ended my work for the day.

 

Since then, I try to be available to him whenever he feels he needs me. My house isn't spotless anymore, and sometimes I don't dust until it seems to be screaming at me, but I don't care.

 

I realized that it wasn't important for my house to be spotless; it would just be dirty the next day...

 

What was and still is important, is that the child I promised to love and care for, knows that he can come to me anytime, for any reason. He doesn't need me to come look at his artwork as often as he used to, or to have me stop to explain things to him. Sometimes I don't see him for hours at a time, though we are in the same house. Still, when he feels he needs to, he will come to me and say, "I need a hug, Nana." And he knows he'll always get one...

 

It took a long time for me to realize what was important, and it's not how clean my floors are, or having everything fluffed and straight. Those are just things. They get dirty or break down, or get replaced.

 

Love lasts forever...

[gardnmom]

I was working and only had 1 weekend a month off, the weekend that the kids and were to go on a picnic and spend the day together dawned with lots of rain, we went anyway, we ate undercover and it was still raining, so we played on the merry-go-round that you had to push wading in mud and water up to our ankles, after about an hour we were tired enough to finally go home, covered with mud, thankful that the car seats were vinyl.... my children still talk about this as one of their happiest memories. Me, too.

[Linda]