Bloom Where You Are Planted

 

One low bloom on my lilac.  The rest are waaay up there on a shrub that should not be that tall.  I like this one, it blooms deep pink.  The yard

is heading into full bloom, and needs tending every day. Watering and some dead heading keeps the colours on show.  

A quiet summer ahead.  No graduation, no wedding.  Sports camp in September.  I want to head to the east coast.  I’ve never been in Canada, only the u.s.  As usual, it’s all depending upon the camp success.  

Health is seemingly a constant thing for me now. Just waiting for CT results that should be coming Monday. If it’s like this now, how awful will it be when I’m in my 60’s?

For nice things I spent an afternoon with extended family and had a wonderful visit. Lots of laughter and a few tears, but filled my heart. The most wonderful thing ever said to me “Who would have thought 54 years ago how wonderful your life would be”. Remembering me as an infant coming home from the hospital. “Look how great you turned out! Look what a beautiful family you’ve made!”  I needed to hear that. They know how hard I have worked to be better than where I came from and the loads I have carried. 

Because of the nice time we spent, my parental units are giving me the silent treatment. Jealous and angry because people are happy, visiting freely and each drank 1 beer. They don’t know how to enjoy the company of others.  It has to be a constant stream of mean gossip, how they are better than everyone…smarter, work harder, richer.  Nobody except them know how to do anything.  It all has to be awful or it isn’t worth talking about.  Then they get into politics and sexual preferences.  The minds are so narrow that they can’t see in front of their face.  The silent treatment isn’t such a bad thing!

I’m going to enjoy today, walk to the library.  Bbq this evening with the in-laws, but it’s only for a couple hours so I can handle it.  

My kid 3 is growing like a weed.  The food intake and sleep is astonishing really!  School marks are so good, I’m super proud.  Lots of activities being juggled around homework and a social life that’s 100x better and busier than mine 😊 If the camp doesn’t play out, I get to keep him at home another year. We’ve had a few rough patches, undeveloped frontal cortex issues.  Or being stupid some would say, but learning life lessons.  Much more mature than I was at 16 that is for certain. I’m hoping that unconditional love that I share with all 3 of my kids helps them get past mistakes and gives confidence.  I’m trying anyway, it’s not how I was raised, or ever treated.  I’m trying to do better every day.

Enjoy the weekend!