Happy Feet

how cute are my monkey feet! They almost look like real girl's feet. Thank you to the wonderful McDonnell family for a great end of year teacher gift. Whitney and I had so much fun getting pampered. Phal was amazing. I think I told him "Ilove you" when he massaged my calves. Can you believe I was a pedicure virgin? I am hooked now.

A Good Mother....
A dear friend of mine is in the midst of a very personal struggle that most people out there could not even try to understand. How we found each other is up to interpretation....God? destiny? fate? No matter what your beliefs are in a higher power, we met because we need each other. There are so many times when we say to each other "you're the only one I can say this to who will understand." I am so grateful for you.

It is a pleasure to tell you that you are a great mother--the kind your children will reminisce about. They will hang photos of you and your life with them around their home. They will understand and warmly smile at the word "family." They will look through photo albums and scrapbooks and tenderly hold their leaving-the-hospital outfits that you undoubtedly saved for them. They will be able to make video montages of pictures of you at their graduations, classroom parties, sporting events and baby showers. They KNOW how deeply you care for them and how much you want them to succeed and be happy. They know that you will be there every step of the way. Mothering you, I am mothering myself and validating that I am also a good mother; that I thrive nonetheless.

I found this somewhere: "Daughters naturally want to emulate their mothers. They look up to them; they want to be like them. But more than that, they look to them for a reflection of themselves, to structure their own self-esteem, to understand their own self-importance. If Mom works to build them up and make them feel great, if she shows them that they are worth her time and focus and energy, they will thrive."

I don't even know what to say about it.

why blog

Why not? All the kids are doing it these days, right? Perhaps I should blog (is it a verb?)to say thank you to a sweet friend who always knows what to say. I am grateful for my friends. They keep me grounded. Beth and I are off to frolic and shamelessly quote B movies, campy TV shows and horrible 80's tunes. "c'mon now sugar...Bring it on. Bring it on. yeah"

Well, we frolicked and had a fabulous time. So much stress is relieved by the Swedish efficiency that is IKEA. We have a standing rule that you are not allowed to pick up or buy anything without first saying it's name out loud. (I purchased a flarken mitten?--which will be my new curse word of choice from now on). Great day. Great fun. As we entered the moving sidewalk area she asked "do you know how to get down?" Instantly she regretted asking. :)

I had an incredible sense of power with my newfound blog. To the woman with way more than 10 items in the 10 or less lane---yep, I blogged ya. Creepy looking serial killer guy watching us eat our salads--saw ya. Horribly bad driver-while-reading---gotcha. Kept my soul full of peace knowing I could just fill my blog instead.