tonight, as i was tucking my dear jackson in bed, he wrapped his little arms around my neck and squeezed me as hard as a 7 year old can hug.
"mom,i'm sorry if this hugs hurts. i'm not going to let you go."
"oh really, jackson, you're arms are going to get VERY sore." i said.
"silly mom, don't you know that love hurts sometimes?"
oh, out of the mouth of babes! such wisdom. leave it to a kid to put things in perspective. every bit of stress that these children give me, i'd wouldn't trade them for anything! hurt or not, i'll take it.
3.12.2009
3.11.2009
Enough.....
i got this email from my aunt mary (i love & miss you) today. i loved this...wanted to pass it on to you,my blog followers. :)i wish you all ENOUGH.....
Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments
together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and the mother
said, 'I love you, and I wish you
enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Mom, our
life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I
ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.'
They kissed, and the daughter left.
The mother walked over to the window where I was seated.
Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I
tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in
by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing
it would be forever?'
Yes, I have,' I replied.
'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever
good-bye?'
'I am old, and she lives so far
away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is -
her next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.
'When you were saying good-bye,
I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what
that means?'
She began to smile. 'That's
a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My
parents used to say it to everyone.' She paused a moment
and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she
smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you
enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life
filled with just enough good things to sustain them.'
Then, turning toward me, she shared
the following as if she were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your
attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to
appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep
your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even
the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy
your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to
appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you
through the final good-bye.
Then, she began to cry, and walked
away.
They say, it takes a minute to find
a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love
them, but an entire life to forget them.
Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments
together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and the mother
said, 'I love you, and I wish you
enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Mom, our
life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I
ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.'
They kissed, and the daughter left.
The mother walked over to the window where I was seated.
Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I
tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in
by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing
it would be forever?'
Yes, I have,' I replied.
'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever
good-bye?'
'I am old, and she lives so far
away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is -
her next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.
'When you were saying good-bye,
I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what
that means?'
She began to smile. 'That's
a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My
parents used to say it to everyone.' She paused a moment
and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she
smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you
enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life
filled with just enough good things to sustain them.'
Then, turning toward me, she shared
the following as if she were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your
attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to
appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep
your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even
the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy
your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to
appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you
through the final good-bye.
Then, she began to cry, and walked
away.
They say, it takes a minute to find
a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love
them, but an entire life to forget them.
