Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The phone number to heaven

Okay, so it is mornings like today where I need to talk to one or both of my parents and wish that heaven had an 800 number.  I have two girls who are basically night and day.  They are only a year apart, and I actually have to use multiple personalities in the morning to get them out the door for school.
My oldest follows directions, is most of the time organized, and is very peaceful and sweet in the morning.  This is the best environment for me as well.  Things as smooth as butta!  She gets a show almost every morning from myself and her little sister.
My youngest is one of the sweetest most thoughtful people I know.  Her teachers think she is an angel and wish there were a classroom of kids like her.  I need to video tape her in the morning.  The outfit is never right, the hair never right, can't find my shoes, don't like that cereal, etc...  Unfortunately, I nine times out of ten, I engage with her in the morning and boy is it ugly!  I tell myself not to, but she presses every button I own. 
I don't remember ever behaving this way.  If I did, I would have been so sorry.  I parent differently than my parents did, but I'd just like to talk to them to hear how they would handle my youngest.  I need advice from two people that loved me unconditionally, because I know I was a challenge at times.
In closing, if any one knows the number to heaven, please let me know.  Thanks.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Day I saw a Dragonfly

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Making dreams come true for others

I have wonderful memories of my father from my childhood, and now that he has passed I remember things in more detail than I had before. My father was a writer who had written several books that I remember him trying to get published. One being an 800 page novel about Vietnam. He tried and tried to get this book published and was never successful. I remember his disappointment like it was yesterday. I always overheard conversations between my mother and father about his frustration, but he always remained optimistic that someday it would happen for him.
My father was an amazing story teller. He could make up the best bedtime stories. In fact every year for my Birthday I would have a slumber party with my little friends just so he could tell us a ghost story. I remember his voice being perfect for those stories. It was deep and he could make it boom when the story needed it.
As an adult and parent of my own kids I looked forward to my girls being able to sit with their grandfather and listen wide eyed to his wonderful stories, but unfortunately he was diagnosed with cancer in 1999. He even started writing a book about living with cancer and his fight, trying to still fulfill his dream of becoming a published author.
His battle ended in 2002. My children have no memories of his storytelling which deeply saddens me. I was very disappointed for him that none of his books were ever published.
In July 2002, my girls were ages two and three. I was very sad that summer and was on autopilot as a mother. Some mornings I would wake up and tell myself that this would be the day I was not going to cry. That is when it happened.
My daughters and I went for a walk one afternoon in the forest by our house. While we were walking we saw a dragonfly, a bug neither girl had ever seen before. They asked me what the dragonfly was and a story came to me like I had heard it many times before. My explanation is what my book "The Day I Saw a Dragonfly" is about. I am convinced to this day that my father was with us that afternoon.
I immediately rushed home and started writing the story down before I forgot it. I got to thinking, could I be the one who was going to fulfill my father's dream for him?