Life is too short to dwell on the things we cannot change; if it bothers me, I'll attempt to change it, otherwise, I'm over it. No more whining and complaining. I've been sharing this with anyone who gripes to me lately. They either shut up or say thanks. Talk about "brief therapy" ;-). My sister is trying to turn her worries over to God, I suppose that is what I'm doing, too. I do know she has become a much happier person and smiles much more than ever. Why do we wait till we are 50+ to stop struggling with control? I purchased some rubber bracelets saying "All is forgiven; move on". I love them and have given them to some who have battled with control issues. My sister was the first to receive one. We both wear them alot.
My siblings and I are spending Saturday at our mom's house and doing all those little projects that have been accumulating for years. She recited a poem at our Mother/Daughter Banquet that made us all cringe with guilt.
I Love You, Mother
I love you Mother says John
as he walked through the house with muddy boots on.
I love you Mother says Tess
as she created another kitchen mess.
I love you Mother
says Little Fan
as she washed and swept 'til spic and span.
Oops, words are cheap, actions tell the tale. So off we go to show our love of Mom. It will be a good day, working together; I just hope Mike and Debbie don't revert back to fighting like they did 40 years ago. I doubt it, they don't have the spunk, they used to.
This opens another subject; why is strength wasted on the young and wisdom on the old? If I were in charge (again with the control) I would give kids the good sense to make wise decisions and not mess up their lives and old folks the strength to manage alone in the twilight years. But, again, no one asked me.
I'm administering AP tests and have some absolutely free time right now, priceless. I am feeling so much for these poor AP calculus kiddos. I couldn't even remember how to start a calc problem right now. I have another case conference next hour, apparently 2/3 of the incoming 6th grade are special needs. They all seem so sweet this year and so small. I hope they toughen up over the summer. We have orientation tonight; lots of different rules and regulations from elementary to middle school.
Put on those rosy shades, Gaggle and waddle on. Love