the remains of my day

I was going through some things to see what I could throw away, when I found a notebook and saw where I had written some notes about the deafening silence the absence of an 8-year-old boy in the house could bring. I was in a particularly sad mood when I wrote it, as it was my son’s first trip away from me, and his dad had taken him to Colorado to a ski resort. He had never spent the night away and as much as I had complained about the crazy music of the Nintendo, having to lower the toilet seat, getting up at night for “one more drink of water and good night kiss”, when he was gone it was too much. Having a child is like having your heart walking around on the outside of your body where you can’t protect it the way you would like. We kind of roll along, life happens, we are in school wanting to be out, we are single wanting to be married, we are married wanting to be single again, we want babies, want them to get old enough to feed themselves, old enough to go to school, you go to all the ball games, take pictures of Prom dates, want them to be old enough to be trusted behind the wheel of the car alone. What is the latest fad in Christmas toys, is it Transformers? Batman or Superman suits? Best friends, heart breaks, car wrecks, and then, suddenly, one is married with two children of her own; the other is a man, “full growed”, married almost five years, with his own Chiropractic Clinic, a Doctor! Wow, what a ride!

I used to tell my children that life is like the Ferris wheel at the Fair. There are people getting on and off every time it makes a circle. While it is stopped letting some people off and others on, there are people who are way up at the top just swinging and looking around except at that one point of entry/exit. While there are babies being born there are people dying, like the morning of the day my dad died, one of the grandson’s had a baby daughter. People that are young just waiting for their chance to conquer life, middle-aged people who are working and raising children, and then the group that have retired and don’t find much to do that will make their day interesting just waiting to get off the ride. We all get on and then comes the time to exit.

Find someone who needs a little encouragement and find a way to brighten their day. Remember that one day, if Jesus tarries we are all going to be in that same place, how do you want to be treated?

Jesus said, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Luke 6:31

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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2 Responses to the remains of my day

  1. Vicki Melton says:

    With your wisdom an spirituality in your writings, encourage me to be a better child of God.


  2. Vicki Melton says:

    The comment should read I am encouraged to be a better child of God..No editing allowed after I hit the send button…😂


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