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Imagine

Five Minutes, the word is:

IMAGINE

GO

imagine picTrailing behind her like little ducks, a row of sweet, sticky, unbearably cute grandchildren for me to love. A man who looks at her with a smile, a twinkle of humor and just a little bit of awe. A home that is calm, but full of life. Books and dance and shades of purple, things that are all her own, beyond family. She is happy.

Artsy fashion choices and some unusual job which suits her unique character. Friends who laugh with her and appreciate her wit. Adventure and travel and maybe someone to share it with her. Purpose. A great over-riding passion which she can spend her life on. Maybe more than one. She is happy.

A smile that lights up the room. She has carved out her own place in the world. A place where she is safe and appreciated. Work that is meaningful and rewarding. A community that embraces her beauty and accepts her quirks. True friendship with someone just like her. Travelling with us, but living independently. Close enough to check in, but far enough that her life is her own. She is happy.

He is an athlete in some cool, extreme sport that gives me heart palpitations, but makes him feel like the king of the world. School wasn’t easy, but he found his groove and that bright mind shone for everyone to see. He keeps himself away from the worst excesses of his generation, because he knows what sad endings look like. He shares his adoption story with people who are interested, but in that matter-of-fact way that makes it clear it’s not a big deal to him. There isn’t anyone he can’t charm with his huge toothy grin, but he’s got his eye out for a very special girl. He’s a romantic like his dad. He is happy.

STOP

So here’s my dreams for my kids, maybe I’ll laugh someday about how off base I was. I know that “happy” isn’t a goal, just an occasional by-product of a life well lived. But what can I say, I’m a Mom. Of course I want life to be easy and smooth and effortless, but when it’s not, I hope they have imagination enough to envision a happy ending.

I’m sure God feels the same way about me.

5minutefridayFive Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo Baker

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..


5 Things You Didn’t Know About Me

Finally! A post all about me, me, me…

I enjoy reading these on the blogs I lurk on ahem… follow. So I decided to link up to Jessica Bowman’s 5 Things You Didn’t Know About Me post, with my own never-before-revealed-on-this-blog facts.

This is a picture of me,
if I looked like Uma Thurman.
And was in jail.

1. I prefer going to movies by myself.
This is not to say I don’t enjoy going with friends (and my studlier half). But, as far as I’m concerned, SOLO is the best way to enjoy a film on the big screen.

I used to slink in, embarrassed to be alone, imagining looks of pity and derision on the faces around me. “I’ve got friends! It’s not what you think…”

In those days, I felt defensive and ashamed of my unorthodox preference. No longer!

I don’t have to share my popcorn. I can pick any mindless sappy/historical/comic book/sci-fi/action flick I want (preferably all rolled into one movie). I don’t have to explain who that man in the hat is or that he’s actually having a dream right now or why the blond girl is ACTUALLY his sister. My conscious mind can be entirely enveloped by the plot without distraction. I can relish my few blissful, responsibility-free hours.

2. I have my next tattoo all planned out.
I love the two on my ankle. It took me 8 years to get the guts to actually go through with it. I got them to remind me of my sons, Noah and Simon, and the afterlife where I will see them again someday. And just a tiny little bit, to feel like a badass (which would have worked so much better if I hadn’t gotten pretty, girly butterflies; also if I hadn’t worn socks around my Grandpa for 2 years).

The next one? The Hebrew words “b’tzelem Elohim” which means “in the image of God.” If I can remember that about myself… if I can remember that about everybody else in my orbit… won’t I do better in life?

3. I am writing a novel.
At the rate I am going, I expect it to be finished by early 2042. Seriously, I only have a prologue and some of the first chapter, but the stories are spinning around in my brain and the characters feel like real people to me. I’m just worried that I don’t have the writing chops to do them justice.

I’m enjoying all kinds of writing. But fiction is new and different and exhilarating. I’m just one more dreamer with “Write a Book” on my bucket list. I don’t expect fame or fortune. Or even a publisher. I just want to finish telling this story. And maybe I’ll even let someone read it someday. Maybe.

4. Each time someone tells me they read my blog, I am simultaneously thrilled and horrified.
I’m crap at taking compliments. And usually people follow that revelation with some type of positive reinforcement. I’m just going to assume that everyone who doesn’t mention that they read my blog, does read it and hates it. It’s really awkward to bring up in that case. So, thanks for not mentioning it.

As for those who do: it feels kind of like you just admitted to seeing me naked. Which is awkward for both of us. And kind of scary. And I never know what to say. So I usually mumble something self-deprecating and change the subject.

But mostly, I’m thrilled. So thanks.

5. Every single blog post I write goes on the chopping block at some point.

I never feel good about actually posting anything until after I hit “publish.” And sometimes I wish I could take it back immediately.

But I make my peace with it eventually and I’m glad to have it out there (or I wouldn’t be doing this at all). If Glen didn’t edit and approve of almost every post, this little hobby would have stayed in my imagination along with hang gliding and mixed martial arts.

So here’s me, slightly less mysterious than yesterday.


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