Mud Girls

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Attitude, Celebrations, Childhood, Childrearing, Confidence, Connections, Encouragement, Exercise, Family, Life, Life Lessons, Metaphor, Motherhood, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Relationships | Posted on 13-09-2016

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I can’t think of a better way to kick off Mother’s Day weekend than to run a 5K Survivor Run with my daughter, navigating obstacles, slipping and sloshing through the mud, having a blast, and learning a thing or two about life lessons.

This race–complete with obstacles, mud, exertion, and fun–is a perfect metaphor for life.

You put yourself out there. You try your best. You face obstacles and overcome them. You find support. You laugh. You get dirty. You find your strength. You fall and you get back up. You learn independence. You are reminded that you can do it. You have fun. You are empowered.

What better lessons for a mother to bestow upon her young teenager?

It was not the medal at the end that made me so happy. It was the journey through the race, together. Through the ups and downs. (Up dirt hills and down into mud puddles!)

That Saturday, we were Mud Girls. In my heart, we are forever Mud Girls. Also known as Survivors.

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Sunshine in Human Form

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Children, Children's Books, Family, Grandmother, Memories | Posted on 27-01-2016

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Sunshine in human form? That was my grandmother. She was pure sunshine.

She created miniature marshmallow happy faces in my Cream of Wheat.

She always reassured me, “Everything will be all right.” Read more here about how my grandmother and Bob Marley were alike.

She hummed while she scrubbed stains from my clothing. Her hands always smelled like Clorox.

She played her favorite hymns with gusto at the piano in the evenings.

She patted my knee when she sat by me on the sofa and always told me how happy she was to see me.

She swung on the teeter totter with me, even when we were both too old for teeter totters.

She made the perfect goose hisssssssss sound when she read Angus and the Ducks.. I always had her read that page over and over. To this day, I giggle when I think back at that hisssssssss.

The other morning when Otis and I were running, I missed my grandmother so much that tears welled in my eyes. I had to stop to cry it out. On that grey, overcast morning, the clouds suddenly parted.

The blue sky and sunshine emerged. I knew at that moment that my grandmother and I connected again. Everything will be all right.

Blues skies ahead. #positive

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The Journey

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Beauty, Encouragement, Exercise, Metaphor, Women | Posted on 29-07-2015

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I try to get a run in whenever I have the chance. Always with my essentials:

  1. Otis.
  2. Two poop bags.
  3. Trusty New Balance shoes.
  4. A sturdy bra.
  5. A ball cap.
  6. A camera.

A camera?? I often stop along the run to take pictures of flowers (while Otis sniffs). For me, running is not only exercise and de-stressing. It’s me time, Otis-and-me time, time to enjoy the journey.

Maybe the flowers’ bright and smiling faces serve as encouragement along the way?

A quilt of flower photos.

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Take a Shot

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Mothers and Daughters, Parenting | Posted on 06-11-2014

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What do soccer and a Christmas cactus have to do about life?

I coached my daughter’s soccer team when she was four years old. I knew a thing or two about soccer. We passed, we dribbled, we took shots, we scored goals.

One of the parents gifted me a flowering plant, a Christmas cactus, as a thank you present. It was in full bloom.

The next year, my daughter joined another soccer team. Her soccer skills bloomed. And so did my plant. Every year in late October, my plant blooms magical fuchsia flowers and brightens the window sill with its beauty.

The plant is now in its eighth year of blooming. My daughter is in her twelfth year of blooming.

Though I stopped coaching her on the soccer field, I still coach off the field. I know a thing or two about life:

  • If you don’t take a shot, you will never score.
  • Try your hardest.
  • Take chances.
  • Teamwork is important.
  • Take time to celebrate.

Do all of of the above or you may stop blooming.

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Grass Seeds

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Memories, Nature | Posted on 26-06-2014

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Ah, childhood.

There’s nothing quite like the simple pleasure of pulling off grass seeds from a tall blade of grass and spreading them in the wind. The softness of the miniature seeds in your hand. And the power of reseeding. To make future grass grow.

Spreading. Reseeding. Growing.

It’s cyclical. Just like childhood to adulthood and then back to childhood.

The other day, my son and I spent some time pulling grass. It was a simple pleasure. It brought me back to my childhood and made me smile.

Reseeding.

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Grass.

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Threads of Life

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Family, Health, Life, Parenting | Posted on 29-03-2013

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My grandmothers and great-grandmothers were quilters. I’m a fan. The colors. The craftsmanship. The history. The metaphor: the quilt representing life. Especially the crazy quilt. I read that while many quilts have a repeating pattern, the beauty of a crazy quilt lies in its differences. Remember the movie How to Make an American Quilt?

My youngest son had eye surgery two weeks ago. He had a lump on his eyelid that needed to be removed. Worried parents. Anesthesia. Hospital gown. IV. He was wheeled away down the long hospital hallway. Brave boy. I couldn’t hold back the tears.

An hour later, he  emerged from surgery, that brave boy of mine. With a patch on his eye, he looked small, but relieved. Three new stitches in his eyelid.

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Two days of recovery at home. Then, back to school. Back to tumbling class. Back to normal life. Two weeks later, the stitches came out.

And we now have another block to sew into our quilt of life. Just with three less stitches.

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I spotted this beauty of a quilt here: http://www.nebraskahistory.org/sites/mnh/crazy_quilts/

 

Pete and Repeat

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Advice, Life, Life Lessons | Posted on 13-03-2013

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Pete and Repeat were on a boat

Pete fell off

Who was left?

Repeat.

And so goes the old joke my Dad used to tell me. When he asked “Who was left?” I answered “Repeat” every time. At age nine, I was dense as a rock.

I’m less dense now and finally get it. Ahhh, it’s a total metaphor, isn’t it?

You row your boat in life. You balance. And you try not to fall in the water.

But sometimes you do. And that sucks.

Then you climb back aboard. And you repeat.

Good joke, Daddy.

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