When I started this blog I was not sure where it would take me or where I wanted it to go. I know that I wanted to be more aware of daily inspirations and inspire others to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
It has become a journal of sorts for me, however it has opened my eyes and soul to observe more closely.
The mind is a powerful thing. Memories; (my definition) are experiences that we have had good and bad that are stored to be pulled out when needed for peace, strength or comfort. They often produce gut wrenching laughs , quiet smiles, tears of joy and or sadness.
Working often with Alzheimer's patients I see how the mind works and how memories sustain these people. Today I witnessed that first hand when a woman who suffers with dementia was sitting outside with several other ladies and enjoying the garden. She said "The only thing that would make this better would be a glass of lemonade" I looked in her hand , and in it she held a glass of lemonade. She was not aware of that however she associated that with a pleasant memory that she has stored.
It made me think about how important our memories are. Even those who may not remember where they are, who there loved ones are, or how to perform the littlest daily task, even they have memories from the distant past that they draw upon. They can not tell you what they had for dinner but ask them about how they survived in the Great Depression" and they can masterfully detail it for you. How powerful is that.
As you may or may not have picked up on it yet each thought leads me then to another thought until I am running on a tangent but eventually leads me to my inspiration and it amazes even me who is experiencing it how it all ties in.
That said, I have always pressured myself into creating special memories for my children and I realized the most special are those that just happen. Of course some of them must be planned but the off the cuff it just happened stuff, that is meat!.
I promise I am getting to the inspiration! So this evening Cameron is in the back yard with a few of his friends, ( one new one who we have not met and when he met us was quite surprised I was "the mom") I always chuckle when that happens. Here is this boy who is as dark as coal and then us who are white as snow, which takes me to another thought (surprised aren't you) when he was a baby we were at a festival and he was in the stroller, a boy about 10 years old came up to us as serious as he could be and said "um I think you guys took the wrong baby". Happy days!
OK here it is back the the boys playing- in they all come as they are now thirsty and Cameron walks over to his dad who is sitting in the recliner and gives him a big hug, before I know what is happening 5 boys are in his arms and Cameron is yelling Group hug! How inspiring that our son is
1. Comfortable enough to hug us with all his friends around, and
2. Comfortable enough with him and us and our differences that even though all his "little brown friends" (that is how he describes his friends to us, the one who is brown or he is white") don't quite understand how that all happened (they do ask) he still is just loving us and he is making more memories for mama.
I carried a gallon of Kool -aide to the deck with a stack of cups and a small bag of sour skittles and as I walked in heard "Cameron your mom is nice" I smiled and knew that Cameron too was making memories that he will carry with him and pull out of his memory bank when needed.
"It is often said that something may survive of a person after his death if that person was an artist and put a little of himself into his work. It is perhaps in the same way that a sort of cutting taken from one person and grafted onto the heart of another continues to carry on it's existence even when the person from whom it has been detached has perished."
Children all over the world need to make memories no matter what their economical situation is.
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"What the world needs now is love sweet love, its' the only thin thats' theres just too little of."
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