As I am writing this blog post it is in the early morning after my attendance at a Girl Power tournament loooong weekend, the Always sponsored “Run Like a Girl Superbowl Ad” with the culminating event last night about women entrepreneurs. To say I’m on estrogen overload is an understatement. I’m having so much estrogen fighting my testosterone that I feel like I need to punch something and eat raw meat to bring balance to my universe!
PLEASE SIGN UP TO BE AN ORGAN DONOR! I have one friend alive and playing with his children because of a donor kidney and one that is no longer on this earth due to none being available. My heart is heavy today with the memory of the latter and news of a freind just now needing dialysis forever because he is ineliglble for the “list”. You can’t take them with you PLEASE give the gift of life!
Dear Women and Men and Those Who Don’t Identify with Gender at All,
Perhaps this comment is to you sitting there in the comfort of your warm surroundings on your iPad, or maybe you’re a poor young woman, struggling to buy appropriate clothing for your job on a tight budget, sitting at a library PC or on your smartphone, or you’re not – anyway you are seeing this – I want to give you permission to wear what you feel comfortable in and not let anyone, HEAR ME, anyone tell you differently.
I’m so sorry that society has turned on you – you beautiful creatures of all shapes and sizes. I’m sorry that my daughters (and sons too) have to guard everyday against the hatred that women (and men who want to be comfortable and/or push the conventional fashion envelope.) face every day: The dreaded comment, “You’re Wearing That?????!!!!!”
Who freaking cares? Really – think about it. Women, children, PEOPLE are being slaughtered, raped and beheaded worldwide and you are worried about someone telling you your a@$ looks fat?
Come on people – we are better than that!
Love to you all!
In response to and linked to Author KGB with gratitude:
Yup today’s post is about revelations. Revelations AKA Epiphanies are extremely important as you travel this journey called life.
Quite a few friends are journeying with me. Unfortunately, many will be let off at the next stop. Neither they nor their baggage are welcome on my journey.
Hockey is never about hockey to me. Hockey is about teamwork, about working together to achieve a common goal, or even just to find one true friend; it is NEVER about hockey.
I never have played ice hockey, or street hockey, or even roller hockey. I’m a poor skater that grew up with hand me down figure skates and the luck of knowing a farmer with a pond.
My husband loves hockey. So do my children. He grew up in Utica NY, skating on the flats and playing shinny hockey. He is an average skater, a decent shot, but a fabulous coach.
Recent events caused by parents (Ones that mind you that were never really athletes!) on a team that will not be named, has caused the love of hockey, working with young people and just being on the ice to cease to be fun for him and by my love for him, me too. That is not cool.
No one should ever be forced to be. No one should be forced to be who they are not.
Wow! The extended Christmas weekend is winding to a close and I’m just moved by the love I’ve been a part of over the past 2 weeks.
Looking at friends’ Christmas and vacation photos have moved me, but one specific picture of a dear friend’s Christmas photo in front of her tree moved me deeply.
See, she has been a friend of mine since she was a child. Her parents brought up the Holy Eucharist at my wedding.
Rewind – my parish closed in 2010 and was merged with another. It has been a painful and difficult journey and I’ve felt like a spiritual hobo on a tramp steamer called the USS Fuller.
So I’ve had lots of different friends, many not of my chosen faith help me on my journey. However, none have helped me as much as our new Holy Father Pope Francis.
Raised by a mother who did not agree with Vatican II, a convert father, and coming to full communion through Confirmation into the Roman Catholic faith at age 24; my journey, like a lot of things I have and will continue to do, was not easy.
When Pope Francis, a Franciscan, was selected, I was overjoyed as a Siena graduate, lover of Saint Francis of Assisi’s works, I felt encouraged more than ever by Pop Francis’s words, but most importantly, his actions.
Today I tearfully found out that this dear girl, now a mother herself twice over, has a beautiful daughter with severe health challenges.
Rewind again, I recently also discovered a great hockey dad I know was a Roman Catholic too! I have wanted to take a pilgrimage to Philadelphia in September of 2015 to have an audience with Pope Francis. I think a cheesesteak eating selfie would be amazing and totally doable with our Holy Father!
So back to my friend, well, she told me today her daughter has been very sick since birth was in the ICU in an Italian hospital.
She told me in her despair and praying for her daughter’s health and her strength a commotion was afoot and into the ICU walked none other than Pope Francis. She told me how he embraced her and her husband and that she felt as if he had known them their whole lives and acted like just, as she put it, a “regular” guy.
So if I lose my “bet” with my friend, that’s ok. I would much rather have Pope Francis comfort a mother that needs it than waste his precious time eating a cheesesteak with me.
I have my 2 degrees of separation, and that’s fine by me!
Dear Friends Far and Wide,
After 10 years of a drastic life-altering paradigm shift, from busy working mother of 4 in 2005, to a seat in bankruptcy court, I had my own December 2013 epiphany – stop listening to what others WANT you to do and listen to what you and your family NEED!
After 10 years of journaling, I am finally ready to take a leap of faith…
Listening to my life’s needs and not necessarily financial ones – I have rebooted my life from a technology integration job taking me away from my family, my faith community and my health – to the only career that should have ever mattered to me – faith-filled wife and mother.
Drowning in debt, poor health and unspeakable physical pain, I quieted myself through prayer, mediation and even yoga, to a life of savings, volunteerism and family with focus on philanthropy!
Although financially bankrupt, in danger of losing our physical house, we refocused on our children, our home, our faith and giving back to others and in the process found true happiness.
Please look for my book – Mamasaurus Saves – How I Found Happiness Through Disability – Coming Fall 2015
It has been 30 birthdays that I’ve spent with you today. How did THAT happen? I’ve seen you grow from a young athlete just out of college and in a new career, to an amazing husband and now an amazing father, coach and friend – almost ready for retirement!
We have not always had it easy, but you’ve always been by my side through it all. Thanks for helping me create the Fullasaurus Five and being my husband. Best wishes for many many more years of love, laughter and a lot of craziness!