Pass on wisdom not wounds

Far too often it is so easy for us to speak to and about people, not from a place of truth, but from a place of interpretation. I observe this every day.

I am a people watcher. I watch reactions and responses. I watch eye rolls and lowered gazes. I watch how a little innocuous comment can actually be a poison dart careful aimed and fired at an obvious target.

Hard taught lessons in my life have shown me how to see red flags – even red flags that come guised as white flags of surrender. I have learned to respond not to react.

Oh, sometimes a knee-jerk reaction happens. I’m human. Sometimes my “dealt with a narcissist ” quota has been exceeded and, oops, reaction….

My advice to all of us (as much to myself as to anyone else who happens to read this): as a parent, or step-parent, we should pass on wisdom to our children not wounds. When we speak of others in their lives, our children sense the heart and tone in our words. Watch not only the what but the how when you say your words. Insecurities, jealousies, angers and hurts are interpreted by your children – loudly and clearly.

Speaking of “made with love”…

These diamond willow candle holders were made by my dad.

They have followed me through the years – they have seen a lot. They have gotten me through a lot.

Seeing them is such a source of comfort and strength.

I’m so fortunate for my dad. He is my teacher, my confidant and one of my best friends. It is so nice to be able to call on him whenever I need him – for sage advice and quiet reflection.

My dad (and his parents, especially my granny) fostered in me a love for nature that has carried me through my life and has kept me grounded through all life has thrown this way – the good, the bad, the terrible and the amazing.

Thanks, Dad!

Precious Moments

Probably the highlight of my day is the one-on-one time we spend with the kids – engaged in mindful communication, cuddles and laughter.

Ok. Ok. There is no “probably ” about it. Haha.

We choose to devote our time, energy and attention to our blended family of 6 children.

They grow up so quickly and no amount of money can buy back that time.

So proud

Fear can suck it. We are so proud of this guy and the bravery he exuded getting up on the horse.

He asked if he could, scared himself and only needed mild reassurance that his step-mama was in control of the horse and Uncle would be right beside him.

In the end, Uncle doubled with him as I lead them around. What a moment of joy for me to see his face beaming with pride over his accomplishments. ❤