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Jumbled Words
October/21/07 05:04 PM Filed in: Jacquie
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I have a lot of words. Jumbled up inside my head,
heart and soul.
Yes, I was born with a need to communicate. One of those dear family memories is my father and brother timing the amount of time before I would start talking at the dinner table. And then how long I would keep talking before falling quiet.
Which was usually the amount of time it took me to need to breath.
Family can be cruel, but in a good way. And if you knew me you would see the humor in their stopwatch games.
I do.
Life is exciting. Life is colorful. Life has so much to explore, to learn, to experience. As the home schooling mom of an elementary aged child, I get to relive a lot of that childhood learning. The most exciting of those things being the ability to just ask questions, non-stop, to explore, to look deeply at what is at hand.
How often do we get to do that. I look at my own life, my husband’s life, the life of my friends and there is just so much we are doing. Everyday. Every minute. To take time to nap is completely unheard of.
I remember my mother telling me to go entertain myself or she would find something for me to do. That usually meant cleaning the stairs with a damp cloth to get the dog hair up.
This was the 60s. Fancy cleaning tools had yet to be invented. We still used a rag and a bucket of warm sudsy water for most things. I am glad that has changed.
Today I have my Hoover Floor Mate, which I, in the way that we can have adoration for mechanical objects, love. Actually I do not love the Floor Mate, I love what it does for me. No more buckets of warm sudsy water with who only knows what at the bottom, Yuck!
How do you find time to just sit. My most relaxing time is sitting with my son exploring language arts, I love words, going full circle to my chattering youth.
My favorite time is those stolen moments when my husband and I sit down to eat, the child is busy elsewhere and we can talk. It usually only lasts a few minutes, but those stolen minutes are like gold to me.
The rest of the time it is deadlines. Things to do. The mundane, getting out the Floor Mate to the most important, spending time with the two men in my family.
Unfortunately, I have precious little time for either.
Time passages. Maybe tomorrow will be slower. Or I will make it so.
Jacquie
Editor's Note: Who is Jacquie?
Born in 1958 in Chicagoland, Jacquie is a mid-westerner at heart. Quick to make new friends and ready to get up and go. Easy to distract with something shiny, pretty, or new, but able to buckle down to get it all done.
With an unresolved need to communicate and find new things, Jacquie’s evolution toward travel journalism is natural. As one of 6 children, two parents and an assortment of pets, friends and relatives in one house, it may be the need to be heard amongst the noise coupled with the desire to find a bit of space.
Today, Jacquie lives north of the White House in Maryland. A very strange land for someone raised in the very common sense, blue color environs of the flat lands.
There is little doubt that the chance to offer unfettered opinion, ala the blog, will bring about some interesting musings. Or may not. Only Time will Tell.
Yes, I was born with a need to communicate. One of those dear family memories is my father and brother timing the amount of time before I would start talking at the dinner table. And then how long I would keep talking before falling quiet.
Which was usually the amount of time it took me to need to breath.
Family can be cruel, but in a good way. And if you knew me you would see the humor in their stopwatch games.
I do.
Life is exciting. Life is colorful. Life has so much to explore, to learn, to experience. As the home schooling mom of an elementary aged child, I get to relive a lot of that childhood learning. The most exciting of those things being the ability to just ask questions, non-stop, to explore, to look deeply at what is at hand.
How often do we get to do that. I look at my own life, my husband’s life, the life of my friends and there is just so much we are doing. Everyday. Every minute. To take time to nap is completely unheard of.
I remember my mother telling me to go entertain myself or she would find something for me to do. That usually meant cleaning the stairs with a damp cloth to get the dog hair up.
This was the 60s. Fancy cleaning tools had yet to be invented. We still used a rag and a bucket of warm sudsy water for most things. I am glad that has changed.
Today I have my Hoover Floor Mate, which I, in the way that we can have adoration for mechanical objects, love. Actually I do not love the Floor Mate, I love what it does for me. No more buckets of warm sudsy water with who only knows what at the bottom, Yuck!
How do you find time to just sit. My most relaxing time is sitting with my son exploring language arts, I love words, going full circle to my chattering youth.
My favorite time is those stolen moments when my husband and I sit down to eat, the child is busy elsewhere and we can talk. It usually only lasts a few minutes, but those stolen minutes are like gold to me.
The rest of the time it is deadlines. Things to do. The mundane, getting out the Floor Mate to the most important, spending time with the two men in my family.
Unfortunately, I have precious little time for either.
Time passages. Maybe tomorrow will be slower. Or I will make it so.
Jacquie
Editor's Note: Who is Jacquie?
Born in 1958 in Chicagoland, Jacquie is a mid-westerner at heart. Quick to make new friends and ready to get up and go. Easy to distract with something shiny, pretty, or new, but able to buckle down to get it all done.
With an unresolved need to communicate and find new things, Jacquie’s evolution toward travel journalism is natural. As one of 6 children, two parents and an assortment of pets, friends and relatives in one house, it may be the need to be heard amongst the noise coupled with the desire to find a bit of space.
Today, Jacquie lives north of the White House in Maryland. A very strange land for someone raised in the very common sense, blue color environs of the flat lands.
There is little doubt that the chance to offer unfettered opinion, ala the blog, will bring about some interesting musings. Or may not. Only Time will Tell.
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