Singalullaby

He Looks Good In His Own Shirt!

I will forgo Starbucks, highlights, new books, and trips to Homegoods in order to swing a ticket when he is near my backyard!

Title Tune~~"You Look Good In My Shirt" by Keith Urban

Defying Gravity

Deep thoughts ahead....

A few posts ago, I shared that just-about-anything could set me off on a crying jag.  When a P@mpers commercial makes me weep, I check the calendar and my hormones.  PMS, anyone? 

Enlightened reading has led me to believe the crying bug is named regret.  

regret, verb...regretting the passing of youth, mourn, grieve for/over, feel grief at, weep over, sigh over, feel sad about, lament, sorrow for, deplore.

Two years ago, I found a wonderful job co-teaching in a PreK classroom.  Everything about it fit our needs and schedules.  God fanned the flame in my heart for leading young children in the learning process and He led me to an awesome school (I'll be there this year, too, with new adventures to share!).   2008 brought challenges to my family that again made polishing off my resume a necessity.  The process of applying for a teaching position in a public school district is arduous.  I rode an emotional seesaw of a)excitement about using my knowledge in a broader way and b)frustration that I still didn't know the ropes or the system.  

In the nightwatches, I'd wonder why I hadn't pursued my childhood dream of becoming an astronaut or an astronomer.  I'd had the grades and the passion.  Those people make a good living, right?  Oh, yeah....I passed on the NASA idea when my eyesight soared above 20/20.  Well, why didn't I branch out into the public schools after a few years of teaching in a Christian school?  Didn't I think ahead to a day when that kind of experience could make a big difference in my marketability?  Oh, yeah...I felt called by God to teach at the Christian school.  And I was offered the Kindergarten class (one of my favorite places in the whole wide world.)  I'd fall asleep with my thoughts settled directly in the middle of the seesaw.  It looked balanced, but really, I was just stuck.

A wise friend listened to my heart and said, 

"You can't walk backwards through the future."

I've spent four days meditating on these words and I think I'll defy gravity and rise above the past. Circumstances have skewed my perspective.  I'm discovering that If I don't look back through the lense of gratitude, I'll only focus on the hurt, the doubt, the sad places.  But, if I fly above it all, I'll see the bigger picture.  You know, even a painting looks meaningless if you peer through a magnifying glass at one specific spot.  

Will you pray for me?  I've never really flown before.

Title tune from the soundtrack for "Wicked"

I Want Candy

Check this out!  I totally want one.

I just happen to have an abundance of what it should cover.  Which would cause the cute phrase to be tweaked like a warped Milky Way.  And no one should have to suffer that kind of carpool angst.

Title Tune by Bow Wow Wow

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

MidBro is a writer with his very own blog!  I'm shocked that Baseball was an available blog name, but happy for him. His inaugural post is about batting and I bet he'd love a few comments! This picture was taken in Cooperstown. His team ranked in the top 1/3! Title Tune~~You know, the one you'll be humming all day!

My Child

Isn't there a word for snorting laughter that turns into weepy tears?  And, does the definition say that it involves a mom and a teenage boy?  Because the baby that she rocked to sleep, the boy who sang the "B@rney" song adnauseum, is on the brink of manhood and will be leaving the nest in three short summers?  

If you know the word, go on over to Wikipedia and embellish the definition.

Title Tune by Plumb

Something's Got To Change

"We know we're made for more than this.

We're just not sure whether to bury our longings or embrace them---

whether to deny the disappointments of everyday life or 

dive deeper and plumb their depths.

Like it or not, we live each day struggling to reconcile

'how it is' with 'how we hoped it would be'."

The Beautiful Ache by Leigh McLeroy

Tears ran down my cheeks as I read this paragraph on Sunday.  Why was I crying?  I'm not sure.  Today, I'm convinced that a fierce case of PMS overcame me.  But last week, I cried about a colorful mix of things:  MidBro grew an inch, BigBro got his driver's permit, DollyGirl danced like a dream at recital, Hubby was traveling again, "Serendipity" is a poignant movie, I want to banish cellulite, I like to eat ice cream...etc, etc.

From there, I descended into a quicksand made of memories.  Or, more accurately, longings for stuff that didn't happen, will never happen.  I'm not going to reveal my bruised heart today.  It's enough to admit that the quote above struck a chord in me.  I also think it's about more than just 'seeing the glass half-full' or keeping a graditude journal.  There is a deeper revelation at work and I intend to unfold the map of my heart.  And, so, the journey begins.

On a lighter note, I'm updating the "Noteworthy Blogs" Page.  The list is extensive!  If you don't see your blog and want to be included, please leave a comment with the info.

Title Tune by Josh Wison

#200

Gift cards will be sent to the two people who left questions; I love them both and just can't choose between them.  Congrats to JB & MsDeb!

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Title Tune: Pat Benatar

MidBro is throwing a pitch in this photo.  He is rather double-jointed, but this is ridiculous!

Majesty

On their way to Cooperstown, Hubby and MidBro took a scenic sidetrip.
My water exposure involved the neighborhood pool.  No fair!

Giveaway!

In honor of this numerical accomplishment, I will be giving away a $10.00 gift card to Borders!  To enter:  Ask me a question in comments.  I'll be asking my friend LM to choose the most interesting question as the winner!  Comment questions will be accepted until Friday, June 14.  

Post #200 will announce the winner!