03 April 2017

Chocolate Ice Cream

“...stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot oftener, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along."  ~ Robert J. Hastings, Tinyburg Tales
A day or so before my sister passed away, the doctor told her she did not have much time left, probably a day at most.

"Did you hear what I said, Alanna?  the doctor asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"And what do you think about that?"

"I think I'd like some chocolate ice cream."

"Alanna, did you hear what I said a minute ago?"

"Yes.  What is it that you want me to say?  It seems that I should be having that chocolate ice cream NOW!"


Me and my sister | circa 1999

30 March 2017

Time for Silence

“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.” ~ Gloria Naylor, The Women of Brewster Place
I am learning that no matter how you feel or what you say, people are going to do what they want to do.  It is everyone's right to do what they feel is best for themselves.  No doubt, I have always danced to my own tune and have not allowed anyone's energy or rhythm to interrupt my own movements, so why would I try to interrupt or throw someone else off balance just because I don't like or agree with the way they are moving?

But what if we see that they are about to fall?  What if [we think] we see that they are about to fall flat on their face and that they are taking a leap (of faith) that is surely only going to bring them to their knees?

I guess the best way to show your support is to stay quiet, hold your breath, wish for the best, and hope that they prove you wrong, and if in the event you are right, you hold your tongue and help them pick themselves off the floor until they can dance with their own two legs again.

17 February 2017

There Can Never Be Too Much Love

“Yes, I'm adopted. My folks were not blessed with me in the usual way. But they picked me, they chose me, from all the rest, which is lots more than most kids can say.” ~ Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It
G has been depressed lately.  I often find her staring off into space, and when I ask her how things are going with her, she tells me that she feels sad "for no reason."  I get worried that she might have inherited my dour disposition. 

As a result, I have been thinking a lot about adopting.  I just have not decided if I will adopt another child, or perhaps rescue a dog.  I know, I know.  A child and a pet do not compare, but both will require love and attention.  

Isn't love the antidote to depression?  I feel for G, living her childhood with just me, and growing up without ever knowing what it is like to have siblings or even a pet to love and bond with her.  Because she is an only child and only has me to talk to all the time outside of school, I feel as though she is mature beyond her years, and has skipped much of the innocence and playfulness of childhood.

If we had another child with us, someone she could grow up with, bond with and love, she might not feel sad anymore.  I had little time to feel sad when I was growing up because I was too busy playing with, bonding with, and even fighting with my siblings.  I want the same for G.

I am also open to rescuing a dog.  She loves dogs as much as I do, and it is proven that pets do wonders for one's health and emotional being.

Whether I decide to adopt another child or rescue a dog, both will add to my already stressful and hectic lifestyle.  But I am willing to endure whatever additional hardship it will bring to my life because I know that love is always worth it.