Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day, a bittersweet day

This is hard. I just want to put it out there at the start. Mother's Day should be happy and thankful and well-wishing to your Mom. And part of this Mother's Day is like that. But part of it really isn't.

Right now, I want to thank my Mom for being the wonderful woman that she is, for all the lessons in life that she has taught me, and how I wouldn't be the same person I am today without her in my life. Mom, You are passionate and caring and a wonderful example of how to be a great person. Mom, really. I love you and thank you for so much.



 

But there's another side of this day that is really hard. My partner Kim lost her Mom, Pat, this year. With that, we've both lost a bunch. Her Mom was a second Mom to me. Her Mom was a best friend to her. She was a huge hole in her heart. Every day is hard, but especially Mother's Day.

When Pat was diagnosed with cancer, Kim and her siblings moved back home to be with their Mom. Kim was able to work from PEI and maintained a full workload while spending lots of time with her Mom. It truly was a gift. I was back here at home, managing to keep the household running. There were many times when I was down and out, but we have good friends that helped me out. My Mom was always there for me, too. There were also times when I was extremely worried about whether or not I'd make it back to PEI, for one last time, to be there with the family in the end and to say my goodbye's. Every time I left PEI, I wondered if this was it. The last four months of last year were quite painful.

After one such goodbye, I started writing before the little plane even took off. I think I ordered a ginger ale, a water, and a wine all at once. I knew it was one of those days. I started writing a letter to Pat, to tell her all the things that I wanted to say, but couldn't. I wanted to be able to give this letter to Pat in person, but I opted to let Kim give it to her -- just to be sure she got it. My sister eloquently wrote that many people have a Mom but few people have a Second Mom. I am lucky enough to have had both.


This Mother's Day, I'd like to thank all the Mothers out there - my own Mom, my second Mom Pat, all my friend's Moms, my Grandmothers, my Aunts, Viola, and all the other women who had a part in making me who I am today. But especially, I'd like to send special love to Cecilia and Pat. Mom, we love you. Pat, we miss you. Every Day.



I'd like to share my letter to Pat, as a memorial to the wonderful Mother she was.

Dear Mom,

As I wrote Mom there, I realized that I don’t know that I have ever asked if it were OK to call you Mom. After all these years, I hope you haven’t minded. I have always felt so close to you, from our very first meeting. It just seemed natural to call you Mom.

I have so many things that I wanted to say to you during my last visit. I tried my best to tell you, while I was there, through all of my tears, how much you mean to me. I don’t know that I even came close to telling you, or if I can even write it. How in the world do you tell someone how very much they mean to you? How do you think of all the ways a person is special to you? All the little and big ways a person has touched your life? I don’t even know where to begin!

You know, from my very first Christmas with the family, I was welcomed with open arms; you welcomed me with open arms. It was my first Christmas away from my family, but I couldn’t imagine being apart from Kim, especially for a holiday. I was so happy the day that Kim asked me if I wanted to go to PEI with her. I was so eager to meet everyone and see the place Kim called home. WOW, that moment seems like so long ago; yet, I remember it so vividly. You, especially, made me feel welcome and a part of the family. You shared all your traditions with me and, all together, we created new ones. We have had so many wonderful times together.


Sitting in your room at home and watching all the pictures go by reminds me of all the fun times we’ve had together. I’m so thankful for all the times you guys have come to our home in NC, for all the visits we’ve made to PEI, and for all of our travels together. Whether it was exploring Charleston, SC, Wilmington, NC, or Barcelona, Spain, we always found ways to have a wonderful time together, share great meals together, and have tons of great conversations. These are memories that I will cherish forever.

But aside from all of this, I cherish getting to know a very wonderful woman - YOU. Your heart is very large and so giving. You care so much for everyone else - even to the point of sacrificing for yourself. Some people, including you I bet, may say that is a “mother’s job”. Well, I don’t believe it. You give and give and give - more than most people. Thoughts of yourself are hardly in the equation. This is why it’s so hard for you to rely on other people. You care so much about everyone else.





You told me before I left last time that you bury your heart, very deep. Rest assured that you do show your emotions and love and express your concerns and thoughts. You are very level-headed and do everything for the right reason. Your heart guides you in all that you do. I wish more people were more like you.

What I couldn’t express to you before I left was that all of the wonderful “you” qualities that I love so much are all very visible in your daughter - my love, my soul mate, my partner, my wife - Kim. Kim has your heart and your head. You have been a wonderful role model for her on how to be a strong, independent woman. A woman who can think for herself, but will open herself and her heart for other people. And Kim loves you so much. She has your sense of fairness and your openness to new and different things. And your sense of humor. She gets all of this from you!




And from your relationship with Dad, you have given us an example of how to live, how to be yourself in a relationship, yet maintain your individual-ness. You both have taught us how to communicate, how it is always better to talk about things. You’ve taught us that we don’t have to agree on everything, but to discuss our differences to understand each other better. And yes, we did learn this from you guys. You are our role models!

It is interesting and scary to wonder what this world has in store for each of us. Our destiny is set and all we can do is make the best of the deck of cards life deals us. You have left such a wonderful impression on so many people.

Even though I’m not there with you now, please know, deep in your heart, that my spirit, my smile and my positive energy are being sent to you. I’m sending it from every fiber in my being to you. When you are with Kim, she is sending all the love and positive energy from BOTH of us.

I don’t know where I am coming from or going to in this letter. I just know that large parts of you live on in the lives of every one you have touched. You have influenced us all in so many wonderful - to big to count or say - ways.




Until I see you again, enjoy life’s moments - big and small. Enjoy the spaciousness of your room, your heart and your mind. Enjoy the visits from the many friends and family that love you. Enjoy the sun on your face, enjoy the view of the labyrinth. Enjoy our laughs, your smiles, and even your cries - they all release. You deserve every happiness that anyone bestows on you.

And always remember that we all love you so much more than words or actions can ever express. You are an amazing woman. I’m so privileged to know you and call you Mom.

My love always,

tracy



Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms -- 
the ones we can tell directly and the ones in our hearts.
Tell your Mom you love her.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

72 days...

...till Paradise.  
Maybe? Pretty Please?




Thursday, April 8, 2010

Hello? Anyone home?

In case you haven't noticed, I haven't been here in a while. Oh, I know what you are thinking... yet another "blogger" who starts a blog, then quits after writing a few posts.


I do admit, that did happen to me. Really, I do have good reasons. And I always intended to come back - life just got in the way. Without going into all the reasons, suffice it to say that the end of last year is not one that I'll want to repeat. Many good things did come out of the hard times, though. We developed closer relationships with family and with friends who became family. But there was one really big loss that came with the new year. A loss that we are still trying to find our path through.


Anyway... I digress.


The bookmark to this blog beckons me every time I come to the computer. I haven't succumbed to the pressure of clicking it. It felt like too much expectation, too much time, too much of me to give. Today, I gave in. I clicked the little N&G bookmark at the top of every browser page I open.


I read the few posts that are here and I smiled. Was I actually enjoying reading the posts? Does anyone else, I wondered?


So, here I am... again. It's now springtime and the dogwood that I mentioned in a previous post that was turning last fall is now out in full spring bloom.  Along with the beautiful flowering tree comes massive amounts of pollen from all the other trees around. We are doing a great job of noticing the beauty around us, trying to notice at least one New & Good a day. Today, we both noticed that a transplanted Indian Hawthorne has started blooming these really tiny white flowers!


We do have some cool things going on and I have a few posts in mind to do soon.  But what do you want to hear about?


    Our experiences in the garden? 
          (we actually started a garden - from seeds!)
    Our attempts at getting more exercise? 
          (really, how boring. but maybe sharing might keep us motivated?)
    Our noticings of the springing of Spring?
    Our everyday New & Good?
    Our adventures in the kitchen?


Please tell me what you would like. I'd love to know.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Wonderful Gift

The other day, I decided to visit the Observation Deck at the airport while I waited for Kim's flight to land. I could see the huge 777 waiting to make its way to the runway. I pondered if her plane would land before the 777 took off. The 777 won. But as I watched this massively huge plane taxi down the runway picking up speed, then carefully begin to glide through the air, I realized, at that moment, how much travel amazes me. 


Travel can bring such excitement, anticipation, frustration, laughter, sorrow and joy.


The 777 was bound for England, a direct flight from RDU to Heathrow. It's a flight that Kim and I have taken several times. We're very lucky to have this easy and direct gateway to adventure so close to home.


As I waited, I remembered what a joy and privilege travel is. Through traveling and paying attention, Kim and I have become better people, expanded our horizons, and challenged our own preconceived notions.


Some people say the French are rude. We found them to be the exact opposite. In Ireland, we felt that if we dropped our wallet on the sidewalk, someone would bring it back to us. And Italians do not only make pasta!


Cappuccino is best in Italy.
Baguettes are best in France.
Tapas rock in Spain.
Guinness is Extra Cold in Ireland.
Belgium Beer is like no other.
Coffee is not what you get in coffee shops in Amsterdam.
Germans do like their pork.
Curry, pulled pints, and Wagamama top England.


The sun is more beautiful in Provence.
The people are the nicest in Ireland.
The grapes handed to you from a woman tending her vines are sweetest in Cinque Terre.
The views are spectacular in Germany and Austria.
Walking the same path as Caesar in Rome was amazing.
The bikers are everywhere in Amsterdam, and they ring their bells.
Beefeaters is not just a brand of Gin in London.



Travel connects you. Noticing the Canadian accent and asking where a family was from created an amazing small world moment. This family was from Prince Edward Island, Canada (Kim's home) and knew of Kim's family. We made these connections while we were watching/listening to a football game in Siena, Italy. Having lunch with my Mom's high school best friend at her office in Rome was a one-of-a-kind experience. Meeting (now) friends on an adventurous flight home from England and realizing that we have common friends does not happen every day. Living near them and still running into them is a bonus. We have these bonds that are not easily broken. Travel creates them - between each other, within yourself.


I feel that to experience the best and most important things in life, you just have to notice. To notice, just take a moment to stop, to sit, to watch life go by, to reflect on your life in that moment... to just be.


As I watched the huge 777 take off and pondered the gift of travel, I noticed a little regional jet landing. I saw this little plane had a beautiful maple leaf on the tail. I knew, in that instant, that I was about to receive another wonder of travel -- the wonderful gift of the safe delivery of Kim.


New and Good
Travel means connections 
- with people, with places, with yourself -
 that last a lifetime. 
Memories and experiences are yours. No one can take them away. 
Make the most of every one of them. 
Cherish them. Live them. Indulge in them. 
Notice them. Never forget them.




Tuesday, October 13, 2009

True Beauty

Ever since I was a little girl sitting at the "kids table" at big family meals, I always cherished the moment when dinner was over and the good conversations were getting underway. In our family after a meal, the kids could go play but I always preferred to find a chair at the "big table" to be a part of the conversation.


Sometimes the conversation was about something in the news or an event going on in town. But mostly, the conversations revolved around old family stories. I could sit and listen to my family talk for hours. Even if I had heard the stories a million times, I stayed in my seat soaking up the laughs and the memories. My most dreaded time was when someone got up to clear their plate or check the score in the game. I always feared that the conversation would end. 


The other night, a really good friend brought over a dinner and keep me company while Kim is away. We enjoyed a wonderful meal with a beautiful view of the dogwood with its leaves turning as Fall approaches. I hadn't realized the value I place in the crucial element of a meal until I was missing that part. Meals are special because you share it with someone. I was reminded of that while enjoying the wonderful conversation that naturally flowed from one topic to the next and back again. 


I now realize that so much of what I enjoy about a meal is not only preparing it, but about the conversations that surround it. The conversation is the essential part -- the butter to the bread.


New and Good 
Realizing that the true beauty of a meal is 
not in the making or the eating, 
but in the sharing.






Sunday, October 11, 2009

Memories

Some people keep journals, one spot that records all their thoughts and feelings. I randomly keep notebooks. I like all different kinds of notebooks and my notebook choice changes, frequently. Kim prefers one type of notebook - a little orange Rhodia with grid-lined sheets. I can't just keep one and use it until it is out of sheets. Right now, I have about four different notebooks around the house - waiting for a to-do list or an important thought. 


Picking up an old notebook is a trip down memory lane. I love to open a drawer and find a really old notebook with gift lists from past Holidays or packing lists from previous trips. I always find some remnant of my life in the pages. It always makes me smile.


In a lonely moment the other night, I picked up a notebook to write. As I flipped through the notebook to find a blank page, I relived the past year of my life. I suddenly realized that I was smiling. My memories in the notebook helped keep me company and helped me pick myself up. 


Today's New and Good - unexpectedly finding happy memories that remind me to be thankful for the wonderful life I have. 




What on your mind? 
What is your New and Good?

Saturday, October 10, 2009

New and Good? what?

You know those times when a comment or a moment just sticks with you and resonates through your soul? A thought churns, you ponder it, you make it your own? Sometimes it bugs you, like that annoying song playing in your head. Sometimes, it is the self-talk that takes you high places or sends you down spirals. The other night, the moment, that comment, was good.


I take yoga from two wonderful people, Judith and Graham. At the beginning of class this week, Judith asked everyone to think of something "New and Good"* that happened that day. Do you know how hard that is? To come up with something 'new and good' right on the spot and share it with a neighbor, especially at a time when I was struggling to find any happy anything? Judith said that it didn't have to be big; it could just be that you saw a cool cloud. The point was to think of something positive, something that you noticed.


And the result? Did I come up with something earth-shattering or amazing? Of course not. Rarely can I come up with something creative on the spot. But the outcome was great. By thinking about that positive noticing, it grounded me and put my mind in a great spot to begin yoga.


I quickly realized, though, that I need the "New and Good" more than just before yoga. The next few days, I started noticing, started looking for my "New and Good". I started journaling and found I was writing about my noticings.


The creation of this blog is the result. 
A place for noticings. 
A place for my New and Good.


What is yours?



Noticing one of the most beautiful spots in the world 
St. Margarets Beach, Prince Edward Island, Canada






*Judith practiced this "new and good" in a counseling group.
 
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