About Me

I’m just happy to be here. It took me a half century but I’m starting to figure it out. A good life starts with good thoughts. Our brains are programmable and we set the code. Good thoughts in and bad thoughts out and so it goes. Like most people, I’m irreverent, spiritual, jaded and trusting. I’m learning to admit fault quickly and accept apology with grace. I haven’t always been the perfect mother but my love is strong and I’m thankful I taught my children to accept my own apologies with grace. I don’t think marriage is essential for happiness but since I bought into the institution in my twenties I’m pretty damn thankful that the second time around I picked a guy who loves me no matter how I look in the morning. And the fact that he still makes my heart go crazy is a nice bonus. Life’s simple. We just like to make it complicated. Why "Holy Spoon?" Because sometimes life just seems to be a series of misinformation and misunderstandings. When I was young my family called the slotted spoon the “holy spoon” and in my childish brain I believed it held some religious significance. I’m not sure why I thought God cared about what was in our silverware drawer.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving

Grateful...



for ever so slowly becoming a glass half full kind of person and for peering into life's cup and seeing that yes, indeed,
there's good stuff just waiting to be sipped

for learning to live with an open heart
and for the people in my life who helped me pry it open
when I felt it was so much safer to keep it closed

for children who taught me to laugh more often and love unconditionally
and that anger should be fleeting and not lingering

for Thanksgiving aromas and a dinner feast-a roasting Turkey, stuffing, good gravy, mashed potatoes,
pies, pies, pies,
and that gooey Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup to make the very unhealthy,
but absolutely delicious, green bean casserole

for learning the difference between living to eat
and eating to live

for the rain, even on Thanksgiving Day, 
and for the blue sky after the pouring rain

for the ability to think for myself
and form my own opinions

for the technology that connects me to family
when we are apart
 
for the courage to hit the publish button and share my thoughts
and for the friends who read Holy Spoon...you are much cheaper than therapy.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Letter to My Grown Up Kids. Again.



 About a year ago I published my first Letter to my Grown Up Kids. Common sense, Golden Rules and life lessons get lost amid traffic, stress and working to up your bank balance to cover these new things called bills. Consider this your adult time out; a written reminder to slow it down, take a seat, and reset your emotional clocks.

I can't put the Star Wars or  Hello Kitty band aid on grown up problems but I can learn from my mistakes and pass that on to you.

I can't step in and make your life perfect. Life is perfect in its imperfection. It's the little things that throw us off and the big things that we think will derail us forever that, more often than not, end up being the life lessons that make up the good that we become.

So here it is, my latest motherly meddling, with the help of Mother Teresa and Ben Affleck.

Not everyone will like you.
Oh, I know we say we don't care but there's a pretty big part of us that does care and our vigorous protests are just feel good exercises for ourselves.  They may not come right out and say it but you'll notice a subtle jab, a snarky comment on a social networking site or an eye roll that you catch out of the corner of your eye. Move on. We're all human beings with likes and dislikes and there are times you'll make the top ten on another person's list of dislikes. It doesn't do any good to try and figure out what you did or why they feel the way they do. I wish I could add every wasted moment back in to my life that I spent worrying about what someone else thought of me.  Just move on...and when they cross your path be sure and give them a smile.

Learn to cook.
If you can put your heart and soul into an Italian chopped salad, whip up a good sauce, master the art of making the perfect steak and learn to roast a bird (or a Tofurkey for your Vegan friends) then I can promise you this-you'll find your kitchen full of family and friends whenever you want. And if you can bake a cake then you're steps ahead of me because, as you know, I'm the Queen of Store Bought Cookies.

Worry is counterproductive.
"Don't worry" is the pinnacle of "easier said than done" statements. When you can least imagine it, this is the exact time that you need to muster every ounce of positivity. Put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and make a list of the good in your life. Write until your positives outweigh your negatives. Be grateful for a job; a bed; two legs; silly videos of dancing babies, lip syncing monkeys and skateboarding dogs; and the love of family, friends and God. Keep on writing until you're filled with gratitude. There's no room for bad when you're filled with good.

Hug. A lot.
Human touch solves a multitude of problems.


 "No matter how much you change, you've still got to pay the price for the things you've done."  Ben Affleck in  The Town  Guilt has a long memory. Apologize. Make things right. None of us are perfect. Forgive yourself.

Be happy in the moment.

Set goals and make plans but find your happiness in the day to day and the moment to moment. It really is all about the journey and not the destination and it's something most people don't learn until it's too late. It takes practice but look for the happiness in every moment, in daily rituals and repetition, and in building small successes on your journey to your goal. And when spectacular moments happen don't forget to find a quiet place to sit and give thanks.

Lend a hand.
Don't ever let this big city steal your compassion. Continue to lend a hand when others are rushing by. Suspend judgement. I know you'd drive 2 blocks back to give money to a frail old woman whose entire world is spilling out of a Walgreens' shopping cart. That makes me prouder than any monetary success you will ever have. I know you can't save the world but you can make big changes in your little part of it. Lend a hand to all-the unfortunate, the fortunate, and those who will never know that it was you who lent a hand.

People notice less than you think. 
Even adults need to be reminded that word stumbles, unzipped zippers, pimples that pop up before special occasions, fashion flops and spinach in your teeth are nothing more than microscopic boo boos on your blessed lives. We may grow up but an insecure middle school student still lives within us.

No way, no how will you ever get ahead without working your butt off.
You may "luck" into opportunity but the success that feels best is hard earned. Enough said.

Silence fills you up.
 "We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature-trees, flowers, grass-grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...We need silence to be able to touch souls." I can't improve on Mother Teresa's quote.

Thank you for remembering that your parents are people, too.
My son turned 22 yesterday. At his birthday dinner he and my 19 year old daughter wisely wondered why we never celebrate the moms that did all that hard work in labor and delivery. Smart kids. Lucky parents.