It's been awhile since I posted. Sorry! Do you ever wish you could backtrack to a certain point in your life and start again? I'm sure everyone does.
I'm not much into putting personal stuff on my blogs, but I am going to walk out on a limb (a little) with this one. There have been too many funerals in my family the past year - mother, brother, sister-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law. These past few weeks I have felt emotionally bankrupt, not wanting to do much of anything at all, not wanting to talk or create. When I would come to my blog, I just did not have enough left in me to write a sentence. I'm going to give it a shot tonight and post something.
While browsing through Borders today, I found a book that reminded me so much of my relationship with my own mother that I just had to buy it. My mother was wonderful, strong, full of faith, a realist, stable, a hard worker, a fabulous cook - but we clashed every time we got together. It was never anything big, always trivial things.
So, since my brain is on vacation at some undisclosed location for an unlimited amount of time, I'll be sharing some thoughts and experiences from Cathy Guisewite's "Confessions to My Mother", that match my experience with my own mother. (I am wondering, did we all have the same "Mother"?
There are days when a hug from my mom would fix every thing. If you are blessed to have your mom and dad around, do HUG them every chance you get!
I've always needed
your approval the most
and believed
your compliments the least.
Cathy Guisewite
On a lighter note, the puppies are doing wonderful! They are gorgeous and so very, very smart!
Here are a favorite pics of "pure love" wrapped in white fur!
