Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The greatest story ever told
Aiden is quite the story teller. His imagination knows no bounds and thinks up the story faster than his mouth can tell it.
It is a 20 minute drive to my moms house from my door to hers. Aiden began his story as I was strapping him in to his car seat in our driveway. A story so rich with his own creativity that it would have made George Orwell, or Dr. Seuss for that matter, shake their heads in wonderment.
He talked non-stop about the story that was unfolding in his head. My attention to the details of the story came and went throughout the drive. I heard chatter of a five Decker bus and the man who owned it (he traded all his Pokemon cards for it), bad guys who came to earth in a shiny ship shaped like a diamond who were trying to steal the bus, thunder clouds that shot out fire balls and guns that sent out blue lasers that stung like wasps. 20 minutes later as we pulled into my moms driveway I heard these words:
….and he kicked him in the wiener…
Uhhhhh…what was that honey? Who kicked who in the wiener?
The guy who stole the five Decker bus kicked the owner in the wiener to steal the bus.
That’s kinda harsh isn’t it?
Well, n-o-o-o-o-o mom, because the stingray gun was kicked out of his hand and his hands were chopped off from the blue lasers so he had to kick him in the wiener to steal it.
Makes sense.
It is a 20 minute drive to my moms house from my door to hers. Aiden began his story as I was strapping him in to his car seat in our driveway. A story so rich with his own creativity that it would have made George Orwell, or Dr. Seuss for that matter, shake their heads in wonderment.
He talked non-stop about the story that was unfolding in his head. My attention to the details of the story came and went throughout the drive. I heard chatter of a five Decker bus and the man who owned it (he traded all his Pokemon cards for it), bad guys who came to earth in a shiny ship shaped like a diamond who were trying to steal the bus, thunder clouds that shot out fire balls and guns that sent out blue lasers that stung like wasps. 20 minutes later as we pulled into my moms driveway I heard these words:
….and he kicked him in the wiener…
Uhhhhh…what was that honey? Who kicked who in the wiener?
The guy who stole the five Decker bus kicked the owner in the wiener to steal the bus.
That’s kinda harsh isn’t it?
Well, n-o-o-o-o-o mom, because the stingray gun was kicked out of his hand and his hands were chopped off from the blue lasers so he had to kick him in the wiener to steal it.
Makes sense.
Friday, October 9, 2009
All that I am thankful for
There are so many others in this world that don’t even have a fraction of what we have. Imagine what life is like for others who are not as lucky.
Women who have never known tender words or a loving caress from their lover, only angry words and fists.
Little boys who are learning how to use weapons to kill rather than learning the power of a pencil.
Little girls who are maimed in the most horrific of ways and who will never be given the opportunity to learn to read or write. Never learn their importance and value.
Children who go hungry, who have never had a parent tell them to eat everything on their plate before getting dessert because there is simply nothing…NOTHING to eat. They only live to die.
Mothers who have to watch their children suffer every day. Watch them slowly starve to death with swollen bellies and the saddest eyes that silently beg for mercy.
Children and families who are living in the midst of war. One that is not theirs nor one they want. Hearing blasts of guns, bombs and cries of torture and can only be thankful it is not them but wonder every day when it will be.
Children who live through a type of hell every day with unspeakable abuse and terror. Imagine never having a mom or dad to ‘kiss it all better’ but are the very ones who inflict the wounds.
In another world this could have been me, my children or someone I love.
I am indeed thankful for all I have. Thankful for my life and all that is in it.
My health.
Food on my table.
A roof over my head.
A job that gives me the ability to provide for my family and to help the less fortunate. I pray it reaches them and eases some suffering.
But most of all I am thankful for the all the love I have in my life. There is so much of it, more than I deserve.
My handsome and adoring husband. Life would be very boring without him around.
My beautiful and spirited little girl who brings an indescribable amount of joy to our lives. She’s smart and sweet and gives the best hugs.
My beautiful little boy who brightens every day with his smile and sense of humour. He is bright and kind and loving.
A home filled with love and so much laughter. More laughter than tears (Unless it’s tears caused by laughter and there is nothing sweeter).
My parents, in-laws and a family who love us unconditionally. They are our biggest supporters and mentors.
Let us rise up and be thankful,
for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little,
and if we didn't learn a little,
at least we didn't get sick,
and if we got sick, at least we didn't die;
so, let us all be thankful.
- The Buddha
Women who have never known tender words or a loving caress from their lover, only angry words and fists.
Little boys who are learning how to use weapons to kill rather than learning the power of a pencil.
Little girls who are maimed in the most horrific of ways and who will never be given the opportunity to learn to read or write. Never learn their importance and value.
Children who go hungry, who have never had a parent tell them to eat everything on their plate before getting dessert because there is simply nothing…NOTHING to eat. They only live to die.
Mothers who have to watch their children suffer every day. Watch them slowly starve to death with swollen bellies and the saddest eyes that silently beg for mercy.
Children and families who are living in the midst of war. One that is not theirs nor one they want. Hearing blasts of guns, bombs and cries of torture and can only be thankful it is not them but wonder every day when it will be.
Children who live through a type of hell every day with unspeakable abuse and terror. Imagine never having a mom or dad to ‘kiss it all better’ but are the very ones who inflict the wounds.
In another world this could have been me, my children or someone I love.
I am indeed thankful for all I have. Thankful for my life and all that is in it.
My health.
Food on my table.
A roof over my head.
A job that gives me the ability to provide for my family and to help the less fortunate. I pray it reaches them and eases some suffering.
But most of all I am thankful for the all the love I have in my life. There is so much of it, more than I deserve.
My handsome and adoring husband. Life would be very boring without him around.
My beautiful and spirited little girl who brings an indescribable amount of joy to our lives. She’s smart and sweet and gives the best hugs.
My beautiful little boy who brightens every day with his smile and sense of humour. He is bright and kind and loving.
A home filled with love and so much laughter. More laughter than tears (Unless it’s tears caused by laughter and there is nothing sweeter).
My parents, in-laws and a family who love us unconditionally. They are our biggest supporters and mentors.
Let us rise up and be thankful,
for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little,
and if we didn't learn a little,
at least we didn't get sick,
and if we got sick, at least we didn't die;
so, let us all be thankful.
- The Buddha
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