Parents

I love and respect my parents although I haven't always done so 100%. But I was raised properly and I've always believed that people older than me deserve a certain level of respect. I can't respect every single person that is my elder because sometimes people just don't deserve my respect, but I do my best not to be rude.

Growing up it was important to me to show my parents a level of respect I believed they deserved. They both worked very hard to take care of me, they both tried to stick out a troubled marriage for me. My parents loved me and still love me unconditionally and no matter what mistakes either of them (or I) made/make, that love will never change and I know that. It's why I respect them no matter what.

So many people don't get parents. Or like my kids, they only get one because the other sucks. Or they unfortunately only get one because of loss. It's tragic to not know that unconditional love. Of course, some are lucky enough to find people to love them the same way and that's okay.

Sometimes we grow up and lose those feelings of unconditional love. Even if we still know our parents are there for us, ready to pick us up when we fall, we still forget that feeling. The -anything can happen to me and I'll be completely fine as long as I remember how much my parents love me- sort of feeling. It's a feeling that never leaves us, even if we forget it. It's something that will be there even if one or more parent is no longer here. It's a feeling that I hope each of you has had the chance to experience and one I hope to pass on to my kids.

The right parents (by blood or not) raise us to be better people, to improve the world, to contribute to it.

Happy Saturday. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. :)

Pick Up

(For anyone who visited yesterday...I'm doing better. They released me from the hospital last night. The decided diagnosis was inflammation around my heart and in my chest caused by a flare up of my Lupus. Thanks for the well wishes :) )

Passionate People Perform Pleasingly

This to do is so much fun to do, right?

Pick Up

This is also known as cleaning or straightening or housework. Which means I need not explain, we all know of this dreaded word. At least it's dreaded for me. With a five and four year old that run crazy through the house no matter what I say, it makes cleaning a very constant to do. I'm not sure I ever get to really mark it off.

I do find there are a few things that make it easier. Picking up in the mornings or in the evenings, or both. Make it fun-this is actually easy if you have little ones. Put on some music and dance around as you pick up stuff. Or turn it into a game. If you have a lot to pick up, make a mini to do that has things that need picked up. I know that may not sound helpful, but it is.

Just figure out what works best for you, and get it done.

Happy Picking Up :)

(Sorry about the late post)