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Dedicated to Mom

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Dedicated to Mom

A silent tear

slid down my cheek

As I paged through memories

bitter and sweet

 

Not many years have gone

by

Yet, remembering

still inspires me to cry

 

Back then, I was safe

Secure

enfolded in arms

that helped me mature

 

The bitter, violent world

held at bay

while, I grew

learned how to make my way

 

Although,

I resisted

Rules were insisted

Your firm, guiding hand

Stood its righteous stand

I took

Selfishly

You gave

Faithfully

 

I turned the wrong way

You

a strong tower

led me right

 

When I was critical

drawn away

You, built self-esteem

Inspired flight

 

Never did you

humiliate, put me aside

You let bygones be by

 

You –

Molded; morals, self-respect

Personality

Me

 

I hope Mom

You are proud

For I am proud

To be you

Creation

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Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
 
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My Son is my Son until he takes a Wife

My son is my son until he takes a wife,

But my daughter is my daughter all of her life.

The poem is in harmony with the biblical endorsement that a man should “leave his father and mother, and stay close to his wife.”  It seems that it is common throughout history for a man to become more distant from his parents after marriage.  I mistakenly thought that in these modern times, this poem would be too old-fashioned for my son.  However, as I watched him say his wedding vows to his new wife, I felt deep within my heart that it held truth.  He was no longer mine. 

When my son was born, my aunt recited the poem above to me.  I never really knew what it meant until my son went off to college and then met the woman who would be his wife.  This weekend, in a beautiful ceremony, my son and daughter-in-law were married.  The pair will make their lives four hours away from where I live.  The couple lives close to the bride’s parents, and they will be privy to his everyday comings and goings. 

As the priest bestowed blessings upon the two, I cried tears of happiness and sorrow.  Happiness that my son had found the half of his heart that was missing until his bride came along, and of sorrow, that my son was no longer my baby boy.  He belongs to his wife and the life that they must forge together.  He is independent and strong.  He does not need my protection any longer, but must now be the protector of his new family. 

 I gazed up into his strong, mature face as we moved to the Mother/Son dance at the reception.  The little boy was gone and a man had taken his place. This was a man of honor, integrity, and strength.  He was all the things that I hoped he would be as he was growing.  Moreover, as hard as it was, I knew it was time to liberate him from my parental embrace.  It was time to hand him over to his new life and his new love.

I imagine that all mothers with sons mourn the loss.  The shift in the relationships leaves the mother, who was once the most important woman in her son’s life, playing second to the new woman.  However, the mother must free her son so that he can be self-reliant and give his attention to his wife.  It is imperative that the wife take center stage.  It is traditional, granted, however, the purpose is still as viable today, as it was in biblical times.  It is the way it must be. 

Therefore, it is with great joy that I give my son to his new wife and welcome her into our family.  I am confident that our relationship will grow to be strong and lasting.  In addition, the old saying, “I have not lost a son, but gained a daughter” holds much truth and wisdom.  The circle of love and life will continue to eternity. Blessings and Peace.

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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How Can You Call This LOVE?

You ripped my heart out

In the name of Love.

I am not a Girl Scout

naive and stupid.

 

You thought you could fool me

Make me your toy

However, I am quite gutsy

When it comes to relationships.

 

Sure, I checked your cell

For weird numbers and such

And, believe me I could tell

That you were not all there with me.

 

The late nights away

Were a big red flag.

All your pitiful actions we so cliché

And, you thought they were magic.

 

What an idiot you have become

To surmise that this could last.

Find another girl to hold under your thumb

I will keep my passion for one who deserves it.

 

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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Stitches of Love

The only gift is a portion of thyself.”  

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I put off opening my Christmas gifts until everyone had finished opening theirs.  A pile of brightly wrapped packages sat on the floor around me.  I had to be careful not to crush the boxes with the legs of the rocking chair. Basking in the happiness of watching my grandson yelp and scream as he opened his toys, I patiently waited.

When it was my turn, I opened all the little gifts first.  I received a bottle of my favorite perfume, a gift card to buy books, and a lavender-scented candle. Then there was a massive box. This was a gift from my mother and it had rested under my Christmas tree and had teased me for weeks.

When I was a little girl, the anticipation of Christmas morning drove me crazy.  Often, I peeled the tape off one of my packages to see what was hidden inside. My family has teased me since and they take care to tape my gifts extra tight alleviate the temptation.  What they do not realize is that now, I relish the anticipation.  Being surprised is better than knowing.  This package, I noticed, was lacking the usual amount of tape.  Maybe my mom had begun to believe that I no longer cheated and peeked at my gifts.

I picked up the huge box and set it on my lap. I tilted the rocking chair back a bit to arrange the box so I could open it.  I knew it must be something good, because my son-in-law was standing ready to snap pictures. My mom had called twice to see if I had opened my gifts, yet.  Anxiously, I pulled open the box and the contents spilled out across my lap.

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As I palmed the beautifully stitched quilt, tears began to form.  The fabric was soft and smelled new.  The colors, bound superbly together, were perfect.  All of my favorite shades of blue and white joined with just a touch of yellow. It was a bright and sunny cover. However, what made me hiccup in tearful happiness, were the daisies. They were interwoven in the quilting and in the fabric. They told me that my mom loved me.

I know that my mom shopped for months to find the perfect fabrics and colors for my quilt.  Every winter, she takes a month-long trip and visits quilt stores all over the country.  My quilt is made from fabric from Arizona, Texas, California, to name just a few stops my mother made. She thought about me for days when she was shopping, cutting, sewing, and binding. She put her heart and soul into every stitch with only me in mind as she was creating.  What could possibly be more special?

Not only did my mom make me an heirloom quilt for Christmas, she also gave me a piece of herself.  My king-sized creation warms me at night, but more importantly, it warms my heart every time I think about the time and thought that went into making it.  It is truly a piece of art that I will treasure, forever.  The quilt is one of my favorite things, and it holds stitches of motherly love in every fiber.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.

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Spread Love Everywhere You Go

“Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.”
Mother Teresa 

 

A woman I know has a terrible disposition. She often wears a scowl on her face and her body language screams, “Get Away From Me!”  People are afraid to talk to her or ask her a question in fear that she will respond sarcastically. She is an unhappy and unloved soul.

          This woman is trapped in a cycle of sadness that she cannot break.  It moves round and round, never creating the happiness she so desperately needs. She is lonely and fearful, yet does not know how to reach out to others.

          I want to shout at this woman and recite what Mother Teresa lived,  “Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.”   I yearn for this woman to know that if she would only love, smile, and reach out, people would flock to her.  My desire is for her realize that her negative aura only produces negative reactions.

          For now, I will just pray for her and love her.  I will smile when she scowls and laugh when she is sarcastic.  Finally, when she leaves me, she will leave happier.  Peace.

 

                Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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Bye, Bye Birdie

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Pete the Parakeet

I was put in charge of taking care of my grandson’s pet while he went on vacation.  Pete the Parakeet was dropped off at my house while I was out.  This is what I found when I came home.  It is the most adorable thing I have ever seen, and I just has to share.  It just makes you want to say “awww….” .  

 

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Helen’s Porch

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When Helen is sitting on the porch, I know summer has arrived in my town.  The weather turns warm and suddenly, everyone is outside. People I have not see for six months, other than to wave at or say hello as I run from the car to the house, are now mowing their lawns, weeding their gardens, and sitting on the porch.
All winter my neighbors and I are stuck in our individual houses.  Oh, there are greetings when the weekly garbage goes to the curb, and when the driveway needs to be snow blown. We see each other at the holidays to exchange pies and cookies, but generally, there is not much interaction.
Nevertheless, when the warm southwest winds blow the balmy air into town, I am afforded the luxury of actually interacting with my neighbors. A few of us gather around Helen’s porch, she is the oldest neighbor; she turned 80 just a few weeks ago.  Helen always has her famous homemade chocolate chip cookies waiting for us as we sit on her swing and catch up on the happenings.  I learn that Jackie had a bout of the flu that lasted forever, Sharon’s daughter had a baby girl in February, and Pat’s son is getting married in October. Now, on warm evenings, instead of watching “The Voice” on TV,  I will sit on Helen’s porch and revive the friendships that have been put on hold.
It is comforting to know that no matter what has occurred over the long winter, I can relax on Helen’s porch and share my life with these beloved people.  I know that in our world, it is not often that we find such good neighbors to share our ups and downs with, even if it is only for a few months. Therefore, I am going to soak up the sun, slap at mosquitoes, and enjoy my neighbors until it is too cold to sit on the porch.
Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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