Lost Post...
Shoot. I wrote a post last night and the darn connection blanked out, and it's not even in autosaved edits.
We stayed up pretty late really talking, like I mean, really, really talking. Sharing from the heart talking, me, Connie and my mom. We shared of ourselves, our hearts, our joys, our sorrows and our God. She has such a difficult time accepting any kind of gift, that the concept of the gift of God's love is almost unfathomable. Heck, the grace thing rather than works thing is tough for any of us...
But earlier in the day we went over to a neighboring town by boat and it was beautiful...we had a picnic on the boat of bread, cheese and then wonderful cookies...and the whole time Connie and I were wearing our flamingo and palm tree sunglasses.
We were on no schedule, even though my mom would always like to put us on one, but that's OK. She needs and does well with routine. We ambled, we laughed, we sat and had a capuccino and discussed our Diva Celebration and shared ideas about helping other women experience joy.
We continue to make people smile wherever we go. (Isn't that better than saying they are laughing at us?) And we forget we have the glasses on...and then we remember, and we smile first and it's contagious.
We found matching black outfits today that we will wear when we hit the road with Conversations with Connie and Kathy. Of course, I have to change the spelling of my name to begin with a "C"....but that's OK. Today we need to find Hot Pink accesories and we will be all set.
May you also bring delight to others. Smile first, you are guaranteed to get a smile in return!
We stayed up pretty late really talking, like I mean, really, really talking. Sharing from the heart talking, me, Connie and my mom. We shared of ourselves, our hearts, our joys, our sorrows and our God. She has such a difficult time accepting any kind of gift, that the concept of the gift of God's love is almost unfathomable. Heck, the grace thing rather than works thing is tough for any of us...
But earlier in the day we went over to a neighboring town by boat and it was beautiful...we had a picnic on the boat of bread, cheese and then wonderful cookies...and the whole time Connie and I were wearing our flamingo and palm tree sunglasses.
We were on no schedule, even though my mom would always like to put us on one, but that's OK. She needs and does well with routine. We ambled, we laughed, we sat and had a capuccino and discussed our Diva Celebration and shared ideas about helping other women experience joy.
We continue to make people smile wherever we go. (Isn't that better than saying they are laughing at us?) And we forget we have the glasses on...and then we remember, and we smile first and it's contagious.
We found matching black outfits today that we will wear when we hit the road with Conversations with Connie and Kathy. Of course, I have to change the spelling of my name to begin with a "C"....but that's OK. Today we need to find Hot Pink accesories and we will be all set.
May you also bring delight to others. Smile first, you are guaranteed to get a smile in return!
Labels: Connie Pombo, DIva Celebration, Extreme Diva JeanAnn Duckworth, Smiles
posted by www.kathypride.com at
5:27 AM
1 Comments:
Schedules....I found, when my daughter was young, that if we had a schedule, at least for the morning, we could get up and going and get things accomlished without having to REALLY engage our brains. (my brain is fine first thing in the morning, hers needed an hour to wake up after her body). So we got in the habit of getting up, getting dressed, doing chorse outside (feeding chickens, gathering eggs, feeding livestock, feeding cats) and inside (feeding dogs, making beds...etc.). By the time this routine is done, we are up and ready to tackle the day.
But on the whole, both of my kids did best with some kind of schedule/routine; albeit a routine that could be flexed if needed.
I think God just makes some people more ordered than others--and that's okay, like you said, part of being who you are. I found out early on with my daughter that I had to "prepare" her for things or she didn't take them well. I always had to give an itinerary of the day, I couldn't just drag her unquestioningly along. My son is the same, though not the same degree.
I think too, as dementia sets in, order and routine become much more important.....
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