A mom’s brag book of her #A+mazing millennial children
None of my kids read any of my blogs
so it is pretty near 100% guaranteed that it is true. However, my one daughter told me that at least one of her friends reads this blog Out of the 6 or 7 blogs that I curate and/or I write about varying topics that interest me or developed or furthering knowledge on something that grabs me.
Having grown up conversations with a daughter is a new and wonderful experience. How far we’ve both grown from a nervous wreck of a mother, tasked with an ailing son who needed additional care and attention while she was a bright shining star, oozing with talent from every pore.
A mother’s gift is sometimes recognizing the gift in her children. Why else would Elvis Presley’s mom have been the subject of his first recording? A miracle talent nurtured and encouraged by a mother’s love. There are far too few examples shared in the world these days.
SIDEBAR: (I haven’t done one of these for quite some time, ahem) … what I’d like to find somewhere to read about or watch a written for TV series on Ivana Trump’s influence on her daughter’s beauty, grace, composed and elegant carriage. There is a girl who was taught graciousness, humility and manners without a hint or trace of malice or arrogance, nor attesting to a special station in life.
Then there is Prince William, agonizingly losing his mother (whom I often am outstandingly astonished at his gift of connecting with people of all ages, races, genders placing aside whatever other conceivable dividers there are and bridging gaps. Leading by example.
I came to blog here and discovered this had not been posted (above) so I went hunting for some photos or art that would convey the feeling, vibe and message of what I have written.
Since I am not 100% myself, feeling anxious about the future with Rob, praying that there is a future no matter what the circumstances: for better or worse vows of 11 years ago.
Thoughts are floating and I’m not trying to stifle them. Acceptance that downsizing to a bungalow would be practical. Even comparing facilities/condos in Calgary and Edmonton for 55 + which I had really only come to realize.
Denial of sorts.
It seems like any step in any direction that is not 100% tied to Rob’s current condition, is stopped. One day, one minute, one report at a time.
I may float other photos out that I may just be able to get away with under the radar from the kids. Pick your moments, not your battles. Allows a calmness that you may not think you possess.