A young blonde woman was driving through south Louisiana while on vacation. She wanted to take home a pair of genuine alligator shoes in the worst way, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local Vendors were asking.
After becoming very frustrated with the attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the young Blonde declared...
"Well then, maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator and get a pair of shoes for free!"
The shopkeeper said with a sly smile, "Well little lady, why don't you go on and give it a try?"
The blonde headed off to the swamp, determined to catch an alligator.
Later in the day, as the shopkeeper was driving home, he spotted the same young woman standing waist deep in the murky water, shotgun in hand.
As he brought his car to a stop, he saw a huge 9-foot gator swimming rapidly toward her.
With lightning reflexes, the Blonde takes aim, shoots the creature and hauls it up onto the slippery bank. Nearby were 7 more dead gators, all lying belly up.
While the shopkeeper stood on the bank, watching in silent amazement, the Blonde struggled mightily and managed to flip the gator onto its back.
Rolling her eyes heavenward, she screamed in frustration...
MiniWarrior turning 11 has forced me to make some changes. Changes in his routine and changes in my Momma mindset.
He's no longer a little boy.
In a few short months he will start Middle School which will be a whole different world for him than grade school.
I have had to take a good long look at myself this past week and I saw how I've worked to keep him little.
This cannot be, no matter how much I wish for him to stay small, innocent and sweetly dependant on me.
I've begun to loosen my Mommy grip and have forced myself to begin letting him grow up to become the wonderful man I know he will be.
This weekend I went through my boxes of old pictures with him. Showing him images of himself as a baby and pictures of myself at his age.
"Mom, what was it like when you were 11?"
Images flickered through my head like a bad movie. The kind you watch late at night that haunt you for weeks after with an unbalanced feeling.
It was the worst time of my life.
Looking into MiniWarriors sweet, curious eyes I smiled and ran a hand through his hair smoothing down a wayward bang.
"Oh. I dunno. There were lots of things changing then." I said. Feeling a sense of accomplishment that even if I told the truth MiniWarrior would not understand the ugliness. That while he faced a time of darkness, it was brief and hadn't tainted his generous heart and sunny outlook on life.
This time, remembering the dark seemed somehow softer within the light of his happiness.
I created a tiny album for him of pictures he loved the most and he scampered off to play with it clutched in his hand.
I poured Lord V and I a snifter full of Scotch, clinked my glass against his in a silent salute and downed it in one shot.
Crazy busy weekend with parties. I was (almost) glad to get back to the quiet of work yesterday! (almost) :P
It was officially MiniWarriors birthday yesterday which he was going to celebrate at his Dads (we celebrated it on Friday)...'cept his Dad called me yesterday morning and MiniWarrior had woken up with a terrible stomach flu! :( Poor little guy.
He was very disappointed and a bit blue, so I spent some time talking to him on the phone to cheer him. I was glad that he had celebrated his birthday already with us--so he didn't totally miss out on his celebration time!
It's hard when I hear him so sad and sick. Everything in me wants to go over and take care of him but I realize that would be intruding on his StepMom and Dad time so I have to allow them their time to care for him and bond with him.
Any big plans for today? Is everyone watching the inauguration festivities going on? It's crazy! So many people converging on Washington!
I just hope the Secret Service does a better job of protecting Mr. Obama then they did Mr. Bush during the infamous shoe throwing incident!
Don't even get me started on that rant...
I'm not a Bush fan...but he is/was the head of our country--visiting a foreign country during War time--and someone was allowed enough time to not only hurl an item at him without being put down but was allowed to hurl a second item before the Security guarding OUR leader responded and tackled the assailant.
I ask you, Peeps...is that the representation we want the world to see of our security?
Lord V and I went out and had a post Christmas dinner with friends at their house last night.
You know the Italian movies where they show the families all bustling around the kitchen and dining table, laughing and talking to and over each other in booming decimals while shoving down delicious food with wine chasers?
It was like that.
And it was fantabulously wonderful.
We've all known each other for so long that we move in a rhythm that is family.
We tease. We laugh. We hug. We celebrate accomplishments. We commiserate and share losses.
And for a girl who grew up where family meant something to be avoided, every time I am with my friends, I feel some empty space inside me fill.
Ability to see the highest truth or highest viewpoint Connection from earth to sky symbolising balance Spiritual energy That we have the ability to reach great heights when we find the courage to do so That freedom is our birth right
Opportunities are coming to you that will enable you to reach new heights. Be aware they are coming and have the courage to grab them.
I find this a comforting start to my new year, 2009 :)