I Really Like to Post

I really like to post on my blog. I mean I really like to do this. I feel like I’m talking to a group of friends, even if I have no idea if anyone is actually reading any of it. My goal is to post every day. I do miss days of posting — sometimes, many days in a row. Then I’ll come back and post three times on one day. I’ll get lots of ideas and I don’t want to end up with them flying out of my little old head. You’d think I’d keep a book for post ideas. I’ve thought of that, but there never seems to be one handy when I think of an idea, although I have at least half a dozen blank books around here somewhere. And if you have a peri-menopausal mind like mine, you know that I can hold a thought about like a colander holds water. You young ladies will understand this one day. Don’t worry. Your time is coming. Anyway, that forgetfulness is my life at this point.

So, when I was visiting Tracey’s blog Quietly Kickin and Screamin yesterday and she mentioned the blog Sunday Scribblings as a place to go for ideas and inspiration for blog postings, I headed on over. They post their new idea on Sundays (just like their name says) and since I looked in for the first time on Friday, I decided to just take a look around and grab an idea that suited me. This is what I’ll try to do whenever I want to write and I have no idea of my own in the future. This idea comes from June 12, 2010 — Superhero(ine).

I have a couple of real life Superheroines and a Superhero. The first is my Momma.

She went to work in the early 60’s when most women were still stay-at-home moms. At least most of the moms I knew were. Then when I was 8, our dad went to work overseas and she basically became a single parent. When he returned, they divorced, and she became a real single parent. She raised my sister and myself with patience and grace. She made sure we had the things we truly needed and enough of the things we wanted to feel special and for life to feel magical at times. But she also made sure we didn’t get everything we wanted. I think that is a gift, in and of, itself. Momma didn’t drive back then, so it wasn’t easy for her to get things done for us, but she did. She always found a way. Even if it meant riding three different buses in each direction to do it. She is the most patient person I know and she has the ability to stay out of arguments that my sister and I would have. That ability irritated me during the arguments (because I wanted her to side with me!) and I admire it greatly now. Momma and I have always had a good relationship. I’m grateful for that. She is my biggest Superheroine!

My other Superheroine is my friend Catherine. She is without a doubt the most honest person I have ever known. She will not give her opinion unless she is asked for it, but baby if you ask for it, you better put your big girl panties on and be ready the real, honest answer because that is what you are going to get. She never answers in a rude or cruel way, but she does answer truthfully and completely. I love that about her. Lots of folks can’t handle it. Like some of the people she has worked with over the years. She doesn’t play office politics. She’s honest. There are many, many other things I love about Catherine. Things that I admire, but her honesty is the thing that makes her one of my Superheroines.

My Superhero is my son.

He got married very young. Right out of high school. A couple of weeks after graduation I think. He went into the Air Force just a couple of weeks after the wedding as a way to continue his education and to provide for his young bride and himself. He became a father after about a year and a half of marriage. Before long, two more kiddos came along. He reenlisted in the military, knowing it was the best option for his family. He plans to make it a career at this point. He is a good provider for his family. He is a recent widower and he is making sure his kids are OK. He is taking care of things. He knows he can call on us, but he wants to do it himself. He is a good man. A kind man. A good father. I cannot begin to tell you how proud of him that I am without dissolving into tears. My son is my pride and joy and it’s because he’s done it all himself. I’m happy to help him in any way I can. I want to help him. I hope that I can take some of the pressures off of his back at times. I wish for him joy and happiness, peace and love. He is my Superhero.

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2 Responses to I Really Like to Post

  1. Birdie says:

    aww, I did love this post so much! my son is only (soon to be) 3 years old but he is my superhero too, already, he has been through so much and he takes it and he is happy and I just love him so much! (happy proud tear 🙂 and the honesty – I so wish I would have a really trully honest friend who will tell me … so many people just 'polish' it around you but one can feel that … you are lucky to have your friend 🙂 and what was the last thing I really wanted to mention? omg! I forgot … wait a minute, oh I know! I'm still quite young but the sleepless night make my brain foggy and you are not alone to forget things 😉 happy Sunday!

  2. Tracey says:

    Beautiful!! So glad you went to Sunday Scribbling. Such a cool place; really makes the creative wheels turn. i'm close to my mother, too! she's always there for me – so blessed to have her. thanks for mentioning me, friend!! 🙂

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