Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A Day in the Life of a Child

Gavin and me...
“One hundred years from now it will not matter what kind of house I lived in, how much money I had nor what my clothes were like. But the world may be a little better, because I was important in the life of a child!”

A day with my grandson Gavin is a day well spent. With his mom, his aunt and his big sister off for a girl’s day, Gavin was left in my care. On the night before, while preparing for bed, Gavin was already making plans for the day. Movies, walks, game, playing outside, and eating “all” of the ice cream were high priorities!

All days with Gavin start off early! So there was no sleeping in for this Gramma, this happens – “never”! But today, it was Kylee who came in proclaiming,” Gramma, we’re leaving.” This of course was slightly premature, for they were not out of the door for another good hour. But she was eager to go! Why I am not sure, as she was going to a doctor’s appointment? The idea of mom and aunt Daphne all to herself coupled with a day out of school was obviously very exciting!

As girls were doing the final things that girls do to get out the door, Gavin adamantly asked me to make him pasta for breakfast! Yes, it was a surprise to me as well. Regardless of this out of the ordinary request, I set a pot of boiling water on the stove, and began to wash the
morning dishes.

Finally, the ladyfolk were ready to go! We said our goodbyes, followed by hugs and kisses. Hurray! At last, our day of adventure would begin.

The pasta shells were prepared to perfect al dente texture and topped off with.... soy sauce! That’s how Gavin rolls! Knowing that the boy is an eating machine, I began to prepare the second breakfast of banana pancakes. As predicted, by the time I had mixed the batter and prepared my morning coffee, he was hungry again. Therefore, he was given my pancake and he headed to his room for a dose of Tom & Jerry! I cooked myself another pancake. As I swallowed my last bite of pancake, he was literally hopping around ready to play.

First thing to do was change out of PJ’s and put on clothes, socks and shoes. Clothes were easy, finding a pair of socks; well that is where our adventure begins. Gavin goes through socks, like a train through a tunnel! Somehow they seem to escape very rapidly within the dark. They go where socks go - the mysterious sock abyss. By asking him to go find a pair of socks, I put the boy in motion and sent him on a mission.

After awhile he must have discovered the entrance to the sock abyss, because he came running into my room, exclaiming, “Gramma, I found socks and they even match!” Lickety-split the socks were on followed by shoes... out the door we went!

I set the outdoor parameters; this is a very important thing to do with a boy of adventure! First thing to play was, “you count, I hide” better known as hide and seek, this one of Gavin’s favorite games. He is a stealthy hider; he remains still and extremely quiet even when you are drawing near! After hide and seek, Gavin drew a cobblestone pathway of small, medium and large chalk circles to follow along the patio. I drew the largest, multi-directional hopscotch path ever! It became quite the workout when it was completed! All that hopping wore us both out!

The sun was shining bright, so we retreated to the shade, where we played grocery store. I was the storekeeper, and Gavin was shopper. He filled his basket with many make-believe items: salad, carrots, milk, yogurt, ice cream, meat, juice, gold fish crackers. On his second trip to my store, he needed more salad and carrots, plus a bag of sour Limon chips! He paid for his groceries and headed home to put them in his refrigerator. He carefully laid each make-believe item out on the cement, but in his mind it was a cold, top-of-the-line refrigerator!

In our imaginary land, it was time to cook dinner, we mixed and stirred and poured. Fruit salad was our dinner delight! It consisted of: ice cream, donuts and chips, absolutely- no fruit included! Yummy, we ate and ate.

Out of the blue, Gavin quietly leaned over as if he had a secret to tell and whispered in my ear, “Let’s make a birthday cake!” We softly and silently mixed the pretend ingredients together. Gavin then cautiously carried the cake over to his imaginary oven! Wonder of wonders, immediately the cake was done!

The magic of the imagination is not controlled by time!

After removing the cake from the oven, he meticulously frosted the cake. Then we began to sing: Happy Birthday to Gramma! Which of course was a load of fun, he giggled loudly as I sang. “Happy birthday to me... happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to me”! Yes, of course I blew out the candles, thank goodness this was pretend, I don’t think he can count that high yet! Phew!

After the secret birthday cake was eaten, we rode bikes, made chalk pictures of the sun, moon, bees, rainbows and tea cups! Next we smashed red ants, how dare they walk upon our masterpieces!!!

All too soon, it was time to go back to the real world. Potty breaks for us and the dog were necessary! Gavin cooled off by watching Team Umizumi while eating ice cream right out the carton- that’s how Granma rolls!

Believe it or not, it was now lunchtime! The morning had flown by! Remember time does not exist in the land of make believe! Opa announced he was hungry, and he had a grand idea - homemade French fries! Gavin got a snack (come on, this is no surprise) and retreated back to his room for another round of Tom & Jerry, while Opa cut up potatoes and I fried up some fries! We sat down and ate... and then it happened. The girls were home, our day had come to an end.

This is a day in a life of a child, the best adventure ever!
Try it sometime you won’t be disappointed....
 
 

Monday, April 15, 2013

My Pursuit of Self

“Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.” - Margaret Mead

I have experienced a few devastating betrayals, and I have made terrible, life-altering choices. The choices we make, dictate the life we lead.

“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.” –William Shakespeare

I have believed my share of lies, and I have worn a deceptive disguise, I have tried to be someone I am not. I have been a friend of darkness, yet I have received divine illumination. I have lived my days confused and loud, therefore, I now cherish the tranquil silence of the night. I have been gagged and lived in a self-imposed prison. I have been rescued from shame, healed of a broken heart and spared from death.I have lived parts of my life in the shadows of others. My individuality has been assimilated through relationships. I can relate to the wives of Lot and Noah, for I have often been identified as a possession: “oh, you are _________’s girlfriend,” “you are Bob’s daughter”, “you are Christopher’s mom” or, “you are Dr. Ray’s wife.” All of these exposures have contributed in the pursuit of the real me.

I have looked back on my life and I have humbly realized how blessed I am. Sure, it has not been an easy road, but I prefer the roadblocks, detours, the bumps and even the derailments I have taken. I have gained wisdom through costly experience. I received most of my education from the School of Hard Knocks. Would I like to go back and do it again? No, there is too much in front of me to go back. Reliving the past is not an option. I am pleased and satisfied with the woman I am, and the woman I am becoming. Believe me the pruning, molding and the shaping is not over! There is so much more to experience, learn and see before my earthly days are over. The more I learn, the less I know. I am hopeful that the next passageway of life will take me to new and faraway places. The here, there and everywhere are waiting for me. New sights, new sounds and new people! The journey will not be carefree, but free of care, for have lightened my load, I have less baggage to carry.

“Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.”

Who am I? I am a diamond in the rough! I am being polished and shaped into a one-of-a- kind gem. I am a rare and costly wine, I have been grafted into the True Vine, and I am improving with age.

“Learn to ... be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not.” - Henri Frederic Amiel

I am a nurturer; I am the most content with a sleeping baby in my arms. Children bring out my true essence. I cherish all of the firsts: rolling over, words, crawling, steps, teeth and day of school. Riding a bike, reading, dating and driver’s license, graduations, birthdays, song solos, dance performances, soccer, baseball and football games and marriage proposals are all priceless treasures. Silly giggles, sloppy wet kisses, and goodnight hugs, storytelling and the endless sea of questions make life worth living. Every wound, broken bone, busted tooth, scraped knee or stumped toe are embedded in my memory. Even the worries of “where are you?”,“why didn’t you call?” SAT scores, college finals and flights across the ocean are etched within my soul. My heart beats for every child that has entered and exited my life. Children have made me, me.

I am the most comfortable in the midst of nature; I am enraptured by the setting sun upon the sea. I am enthralled by the sparkling light dancing on the ocean waves. I am drawn into the power of the crashing surf. I am aroused with the newness and freshness of spring. I am at peace and joyfully transformed with autumn’s falling leaves. I am nestled and calmed when the air is crisp and the mountains are covered with pure white snow. I am warmed inside and out by the rays of the summer sun. I am at ease when there is sand beneath my toes. I am transcended with the scent of the ocean breeze.

I am an encourager, my words are useless if they are not used to encourage or promote confidence. I love to see doubt and confusion transform into assurance and clarity! I feel complete delivering hope to a downtrodden soul. The day I was born, the doctor proclaimed, ”Coach you have got yourself another cheerleader!” I am living out those prophetic words! When tears are turned to laughter, when mourning turns to dancing, when sobbing turns to shouts of triumph - I am living life to the fullest!

I am a child of God, born with a purpose and filled with greatness. I am chosen and beloved. Am I perfect? No, but I am forgiven. I am no longer a slave to sin. I am a prisoner set free. I am God’s workmanship created for good works. I am special; I am the apple of my Father’s eye.

Have I arrived? No, everyday is a new beginning. Mercy and grace greet me every morning. I am not the same person I was yesterday, last year or three decades ago. I am a new creature. The old has passed away. I am being renewed daily. Beholding myself in a mirror of glory of the Lord, I am being transformed into His image, going from glory to glory. I am a daughter, a princess, an heiress in God’s Kingdom. Most importantly, me and Jesus, we be mates!

I am a communicator. I find this aspect of me ironically humorous. Due to the fact, that for most of my life, I have been misunderstood! This is one of those lies I paraded around. I am energized when God gives me inspiration. It is like a high-voltage electric charge zaps me! There are times I cannot scribe quick enough the wonders He reveals. In those moments, words explode on the page, I am bathed with satisfaction. “My heart overflows with a goodly theme; my tongue is like the pen
of a ready writer.”

I am a watchman on the wall; I vigilantly stand guard and look to the horizon. I watch. I pray. I don’t like confrontation, but I will protect those in my care at all costs. I will call out the enemy! I will sound the alarm, and give warning to those going astray. At times the night watch is grueling and long. With every sunset, you can rest assured that the light of day will break through the darkness of night.

Nightwatchman! How long till daybreak? How long will this night last?” The night watchman calls back, “Morning’s coming...”

I am a trouble-shooter. Unfortunately, I graduated with honors from afore mentioned School of Hard Knocks! I do not want to continue my education by obtaining a master’s degree! Therefore, when I perceive trouble, I strive to eliminate it. Seriously, if at all possible I try to avoid life’s nuisances; I look for ways to offset potential problems. I do recognize I have lost some of my youthful spontaneity. I have toned down my risk-taking! I now prefer to be cautiously clever using common sense, not irresponsibly stupid using nonsense! At this point in life, I diligently count the costs of decisions. No more jumping out too fast, or backtracking! I never want to lose sight of where I am going. In my race of life, I want to run unencumbered and finish strong.

“Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this racewe’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!”

Who am I? There is more to me than meets the eye. I am a rose bud! A deeper, richer, more fragrant Cheryl is blooming and unfolding. A rose is not beautiful because it is like something else. A rose is beautiful in and of its self, yet is surrounded by bush of thorns. I am a rose among the thorns of my life.

“Truths and roses have thorns about them.” – Henry David Thoreau

I am waiting to meet the finalized version of me. But for now, I will enjoy the me that I am.



This is an excerpt from my new book: Exposed! The portion is from the chapter entitled, Self Exposure- The Real Me. I hope it has inspired you to travel down your road of self discovery. Remember we all have a story, a story worth telling.
Cheryl



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