As I sit here and meditate upon those words, My Children Are Grown...I have no idea where I will go with this post. Writer's block or Mom in deep thought.
I no way look or think as I once did as a young momma with babies. I have matured or some would say morphed. I'd like to say that I grew older, wiser and more aware. More informed. My life would have little meaning without my God, Husband, Home and my Family.
My children are grown with children of their own. All are a blessing. I'm thankful for each one.
This week-end our neighbors had an auction. We went over to see the Walnut Victorian Bed that was going to be auctioned off and I decided to walk away. Not bid on it. It was a Children's bed too short for our long bodies. Neighbor Delores had beautiful and clean furniture. She no longer lives in our lil town, but in an apartment in Topeka with her husband. The house that she raised her children in is for sale and her belongings are now in other's hands. All auctioned away. I thought of her children as I looked at her belongings displayed on tables about the back yard and wondered if this was an emotional process for them. Their childhood home is up for sale. The house where they grew up is no longer the same.
I remember visiting with Delores and she told me that her husband did not want to buy this ole stone house back in the fifties. Ranch Houses were the rage at the time. She got her way and they lived there for close to 60 years. The first time I saw this house as I was driving by, I admired her and thought gosh, she's a pretty house. I had no idea that I would be living across the street from her. Surprise.
As I looked at Delores's things, I know that Delores no longer can remember as she once did.
Her mind has quieted to the past. I'm not sure she would recall the house she lived in for so many years. All the decorating she did was her pride and joy. Daughter said that Delores was so proud of her home that she showed her the entire house while decorated for Christmas a few years ago. Daughter was saddened by the auction as Delores's beautiful furniture was all on the front lawn.
I decided that there really wasn't a thing I needed. If I change my mind, I will shop an antique store or thrift.
The wind was blowing so hard as others bought the belongings. From inside my house, I could hear the auctioneer's faint voice as the bids went forth.
I hope that someday I will have a Victorian Bedroom set. Until that happens, if it does, I have to live life the best way I can.
God, I thank you for the blessings you have given me.
Thank you.
With Thanksgiving coming, my home needs cleaned and tidied. Preparations made. My Husband continues to recover from Thyroid surgery and we plan to go forward with radioactive ablation sometime in December. My children and their families are planning on coming Home for the Holiday. I pray that we all have a pleasant and safe time. I hope we have many more Thanksgiving Holidays together, but for now this is the one that counts. It is what we have.
Friends, Thank you for stopping by.
I wish you well,
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