About 10 years ago I reconnected with my mother’s boyfriend from long ago. And yesterday was the first time I had seen him in over 27 years. We managed to carve out some precious time to spend together. He also brought one of his daughters and his son, some of my earliest childhood friends. And it was incredible. With my mother having passed away so long ago and not having any siblings many of the memories I have of this time period I have kept to myself. Sure I’ve mentioned my early childhood, but most of the details we kept hidden away in my heart and mind.
I’m not sure if I could ever put into words what it felt like reliving those memories with the people I actually made them with. To have those things in common with others, after all this time, was surreal. My mom’s ability to make ridiculous amounts of Italian meatballs. Our camping trips in the snow. Feeding chipmunks in the forest. Jumping off the rocks into the water at Kings Canyon. Hiking. The pillow that my mom sat on to see over the steering wheel of her first car. Riding our bikes to the candy store. Our lemonade stands. Crawling out of our second story window and watching fireworks on our roof. The reason I HATE watermelon. All of it, I hadn’t thought about, let alone talked about, in YEARS.
I feel so connected to my past now. Like it was somehow validated as real and it’s no longer dreamlike. Sadly, I didn’t even know it was all starting to feel that way. When I found the quote below by Lois Lowry from The Giver, I was blown away. Memories DO need to be shared. I feel a genuine sense of peace about this whole experience. It’s like I got relief from something that I didn’t even know was upsetting to me. I may never know why God chose this exact time in my life for all of this to happen, but I guess I really needed it because it all feels pretty darn good. And I’m thankful. Very, very, thankful.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you no longer walk down memory lane alone!!!
The truth is that I have been into health and fitness since I was 12 years old. And a donut lover for even longer than that. The summer that I turned 12 was pivotal in my life. I started watching the Richard Simmons show and I was hooked. I began exercising outside of school PE classes and started experimenting on my own in the kitchen with healthy recipes. The life I laid out for myself that summer, stuck. I’m not saying that I didn’t eat junk food like every other teenager, I did. But that is when I learned that there can be both if I leaned more toward making healthy choices most of the time. This carried on for years and even crept its way into my career when I was given the opportunity to work with bariatric patients prior to and after their weight loss surgeries.
So why do I bring all this up?
Because today is National Donut Day. And as much as running, exercising and eating right is a part of my life, so has this favorite childhood food. Jelly donuts will ALWAYS stir up fond memories of yesteryear for me. Memories of New York (I was born there), my mom, my grandmother, and little pink bakery boxes tied with string. I love that weeks like this I am literally a walking oxymoron. With Running Day and Donut Day all occurring in one week, I feel like I get to celebrate the things that stir up a lot of wonderful memories for me. A lifetime of them really. And that is pretty cool.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you love the life you have created and get to eat a donut too!!!
Happy National Running Day everyone!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate your passion!!!
I’m a pretty good researcher. Actually, prior to my experiences with social workers when my mom got sick, I had planned on going into Social Research. I guess that part of me has never really fallen by the wayside. When I find something that I am interested in or if need a solution to something, I research the heck out of it. I feel like I have a better chance of success (and avoiding disaster) no mater what it is, if I spend a little (or A LOT) of time learning about the topic in question. I did that a couple of months ago with something that I wasn’t sure would be quite right for me. But after learning all I could, I gave it a shot. And I’m happy to say that I realized over the past few days that what I pursued was absolutely PERFECT for me. Yay!
Well, I hope you all have a day where it all works out!!!
It makes me giggle every year. National Running Day and National Donut Day are both THIS week. Appreciation for my favorite pastime AND my favorite vice are all contained in ONE week. How cool is THAT?!?!
Well, I hope you all have the best week EVER!!!
Both my “little” girls had a rough day today. Libs is OVER school, testing and college prep. And I don’t blame her! She definitely needed a BIG mama hug when I picked her up from school. My poor Reese fell twice today. She is not clumsy so when she falls it can really upset her. Falling twice had her in tears the second she saw me at the school gate. My poor baby! My heart hurts for both of them them. But today I was also reminded of what all these rough childhood days can lead to. Like seeing both my BIG kids out there adult-ing like champs today. Trust me, Sid and George had their fair share of rough childhood days too but to see them now, you would never know it. They are so ADULT-ISH. HA! I admit that the cuddles and snuggles that this momma gets to give and get from her “Littles” on yucky days like this can’t be beat. But neither can the joy I feel watching my older kids spread their wings and fly. Today reminds me that EVERY season in life has its ups and downs, but if you push through and lean on the ones who love you then there will be brighter days ahead. I also am reminded of how much love I have in my life. Not just to give, but also what I get back. I’m blessed and so incredibly thankful.
Well, I hope you all have a day where your heart is full!!!
Life! I got so caught up in it again that I stopped my daily blogging. What seems like a good idea at the time often leaves me feeling NOT RIGHT. This blog keeps me positive. It MAKES me see the hope in each new day. It’s a habit I’ve taken seriously for many years now. So when I’m away, even when I feel I need to be, it just doesn’t feel normal. I can’t deny that writing and hoping have been a part of who I am for most of my life. ALL OF MY LIFE. I guess I just don’t know how to quit it. And that makes me happy.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you take a little break!!!