A Full Tank

Being a single Mom and financially stable, may not coexist at first, but it was the most rewarding season of my life. It’s been a long road, but rest assured the road will lead to greener pastures.

The journey of the single Mom offers a continual concern over money. We lived in the country and drove 30 minutes to the nearest grocery store. I’d become dependent on my truck’s gas gauge to be accurate and indicate when gas was needed, until that one time we ran out of gas. It’s unnerving to break down on a country road with your daughter, but we called for help and it came. That was the last time I depended on a gauge in my truck and from that day forward I kept at least half a tank of gas in him.

Time rolls by and you figure out how much you can spend each week. You ask for a raise at work and take side jobs for extra spending like Christmas and birthdays. You’ll pile pillows on the floor and lay down side by side only to stare at the ceiling fan. A conversation begins as light-hearted giggling, but becomes deeper until you realize your voices are now a whisper and tissues are needed. You’ll take turns cooking so they can be creative in the kitchen, knowing full well you’re going to clean up afterwards. Those are the most memorable meals.

Over time you make more money, or want fewer things, but somehow time and money line up. My truck has gone from having half a tank to a full tank, but he’s not the only one. My daughter grew into a young adult and moved into her own home this year, but thinking about everything we went through to get to this point has me writing this with a full tank.

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Practice the Toot

I went for my morning walk. If I can get out the door by 7:00 am, the air is cool, crisp and a delight to the senses. That didn’t happen this morning, it was more like 8:30 am, but I went anyway.

Stepping into my front yard, I hear a car coming down the road, but didn’t think much of it until I heard the horn. It was my neighbor from the end of the street and he always toots his horn when driving by. When I was a kid and on up into my 20’s, that was considered a greeting when someone tooted their car horn. It was to get your attention so you’d look their way to see them smiling and waving at you.

Maybe you didn’t realize the car horn was once used as a kind gesture. Similar to making your bed first thing in the morning, and putting the grocery cart into the cart return. These tasks aren’t new, it’s how we were raised.

My truck is over 10 years old and I cannot recall the last time I tooted my horn, if ever. To do this, you press on the horn with two, quick presses so it goes toot, toot. It’s something that will need practice, so the next time I leave home, I’ll have to drive by my neighbors house to practice the toot.

Stay True to You

Over the weekend I was sitting on my bed recording a Marco Polo for my friend, and showing her some things I’d done to my room to make it more Haven-like. She Marco Polo’s me back saying she loved the flowers on the bedside table, and noticed I’ve had fresh flowers in my room for the past few weeks. My friend vowed to buy fresh flowers for herself at least once a month, and I encouraged her to do so.

In the Winter months I need a vase of flower’s in the house because I miss tending to the flower beds outdoors. I took care of them last Spring and Summer, but now they’re empty waiting for Spring. I miss getting my hands covered in dirt, so much so, I repotted an herb today using the kitchen sink. My daughter walked by slowly, but I was quick to admit, “There might be a bag of dirt in the kitchen, and I might be repotting a plant in the kitchen sink.” She just grinned and encouraged me to continue.

It’s important to do these small things for ourselves, especially in the Winter months. It’s our true self wondering why these things are suddenly missing from our everyday life. It’s a change in season, and fortunately for us, seasons do change.

An empty Voluspa candle container being used as a vase.

If you miss the season of ‘in bloom’, then by all means buy yourself some flowers and stay true to you.

Reclaim the Fire

I snapped at a coworker. That’s not like me because I don’t typically relinquish my calm and lash out. An uncharacteristic move deserves a deeper look.

Discontentment has been hanging around for a bit. There’s weariness in staring at a screen. It was manageable with the one job I’ve had for years, but when I took on a second job this year, it’s became a lot. Both jobs require being online, but one more than the other. I’ve learned the skill of reigniting my flame when it grows dim, but sitting here today it feels I’m repeatedly using matches, and the box is almost empty.

When my daughter or I lose our spark where we are, we make a pro/con list. We list the reasons for staying (pro), and the reasons for leaving (con). This recently popped up in my Facebook memories.

“How do you know when you’ve outgrown that job, ministry and/or partnership? Here are 7 indicators that it may be time to move on. 1. You feel like your creativity is being stifled 2. You lack motivation for the thing that once motivated you and ignited your passions 3. You feel like it’s getting in the way of your true calling and purpose 4. You feel like you’re emotionally suffocating in that environment 5. What you offer isn’t utilized, valued or appreciated 6. You feel like you’ve maxed out on the growth, opportunities and/or resources that are available to you 7. You’ve prayed about it, and you feel a release to move forward These are not definite indicators, but they are certainly clues worth investigating.” David Burrus.

Of the seven things listed, six of them resonate. December is the month to examine and let go of what extinguishes our flame. Reclaim the fire.

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All Is Calm

I walked into my local bakery to take a break. When working from home you need to take breaks outside of the home. It does wonders for your sanity and the people around you will be thankful.

While waiting for my drink, I perused the shelves of merchandise. My eyes fell onto this coffee mug and it was love at first sight. My mantra from this year is written on it in gold lettering which read, “All is Calm.” The barista who has become my friend said, “Oh yeeeesssss. That’s our holiday collection.” I sat it on the counter, paid for it along with my drink and became the happy owner of yet another coffee mug!

I made a cup of coffee for it and sat it on my desk. My daughter was sitting across the room at the kitchen table, and commented on the cup. She knew it was Christmas, which I thought was odd, but didn’t question it. Sitting at my desk the cup read, ‘All is Calm’, but I failed to look at the other side, and that was the side facing my daughter. Turning the cup around the other side read, “All is Bright.”

I thought it was funny how I originally noticed the one side and became focused on it, but from across the room where my daughter was seated, she saw the other side and realized it’s true meaning. In our daily lives and with coffee mugs, it pays to look at both sides.

Make Your Bed

Recently, my daughter has been saying, “I learned it from you!” She’s 21 years old, so the things she has learned make me smile.

That’s how it should be.

We teach our children by example, not lectures. When they grow into adults, my hope is she has learned what’s needed to help her along her journey.

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She has always seen my bed made.

I think when she was little, she thought there was some magical fairy that came through and did it because she rarely saw me making it. I’d make it first thing, so by the time she made her way to my room, everything was in order.

Just like the day before.

The mystery was solved when we began living on our own together. She saw me make my bed, and would ask for my help in making hers. I have to admit, over the years the age old excuse crept in, “Why are you making your bed Barb? You’re just gonna get back in it.” That’s not the point.

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Our bedrooms are designated havens.

I believe you have to have one room in your house that’s completely yours. The bedroom has always been mine and I’ve shared it over the years, but never hesitated to run somebody out if needed. Here’s the best part lovely.

Today, she usually makes her bed before I make mine. If I jump out of bed and dive straight into work, she sees I haven’t gotten around to making my bed, and will step in there and make it for me. I eventually notice and am so grateful she has learned this skill.

Show your children how to have at least a little bit of your life in order. Go on now and make your bed.