Mother's Day 2016

I wrote this the day before Mother's Day...on Contentment

Contentment.

I want to be hanging from that cable car on the streets of San Fran...

I want to be on a bike in central park....

I want that cool house with hard wood floors, white walls, and a straw hat hanging from a hook...

Surprise Breakfast on the Lanai

 

I enjoy looking at social media.  Seeing what others are up to on a Saturday, being inspired by someone's home, getting a new idea or recipe, and being somewhat connected to the outside world.

What is not good is having that familiar pricking and prodding at that place that feels discontent with what is around me.  I am tired of my scenery.  I want to be on the open road.  I get weary of island humidity.  I want to be inspired and see something new.  So instead of being able to accept where I am and where others are...the seed of discontent begins to germinate.

A cross made for me

I begin to daydream where I could be.  I begin to think through how I can get there.  I begin to go down the well worn path of, " I wish I didn't live here...." 

Perhaps instead I could allow it to inspire me.  I did end up cleaning my upstairs today and it felt good.  To get my hands into my home and feel the pleasure of clean space and lines.  I am lately feeling this pull towards less stuff out and up.  My life feels really full and I like seeing less around me.  I have a little plan to go room by room this summer and purge.  I hope I can do it.  I get strangely sentimental about stuff and it is hard for me to sometimes let go.


Performed "Can't help Falling in Love" 
I will never tire of his singing.  He prayed for
me and said Shannon..hee hee.

So a little phrase I heard long ago surfaces, "Bloom where you are planted now."  Be inspired for my space that I live in.  No matter what picture I see posted, everyone has to live with themselves and in this world.  No one escapes, they just create pretty pictures.  And that is good.  We are all trying to document our lives and make meaning.  Especially I think women who stay at home or who have young children.

I cannot live in an old house with hard wood floors, white walls, and a farm house sink today.  But I can paint some bedside tables white that I have been wanting to work on.  I can vacuum and be pleased to see clean floors.  I can move a plant, a vase, a frame over to another spot for creativity and newness.  I can dive into my relationships. 

I love that my flowers are blooming!

Tomorrow is Mother's Day.  I love being a mom.  It feels like a role that fits me.  I love my little people and I feel most at home in our family of five.  I don't always like how rigid I am, how I can be too concerned with cleanliness, how I feel too responsible that I can't take off my captains hat and just be one of the crew, or how I don't always choose to be silly and fun.

My Mothers day gift was to pick something out from the
Gap...of course , found something for Cambria.

 

We hung out at the shops at Wailea for a bit.  And found out
the beach we were headed to a man had been severely hurt by
the waves.  When we arrived at the beach, the lifeguard was
giving several warnings....kinda puts a damper on the
"beach experience."

So for my days I usually like taking off for the day--
going on a little journey.  We went to the other side
hoping to take in good beach time.  It was so windy,
we couldn't even stand in the beach.  Cambria slept
while I took cover behind a wall to enjoy our
picnic lunch.  Not exactly what I was hoping but
we made the best of it.

Dada made up for the windy beach with Starbucks
for everyone!

Bobo bought a new board with birthday money off of Craigs list.  In the last
light on the way home, we stopped so he could surf and I could
enjoy him and the water.

 

 

But I love fiercely.  I am after their hearts. I take my role very seriously.  I want the very best for them and I want them to be the very best children of God they can be. 

I can think of  know of no other greater gift than the mother of Deveraux, Bobo, and Cambria and the wife of Andrew.

I saw some of my grays and I made a comment about how
they are a reminder of how old I am....Andrew retorted
back, "Young enough to still have a baby."  Amen!

Everyday, I get the opportunity to bless them uniquely. 

I will take that over  a San Francisco cable car for today or a

 farm house sink.