I don’t know why, but tragedies always seem to happen in the early hours of the morning. This one was no exception; the flashing lights, the sobbing, the endless questions that may never be answered, the realization that death is just a part of life. But still…why, why my dishwasher, why the week before Thanksgiving when we had 20 people coming over for dinner? WHY???
Once upon a time, in a beautiful open upstairs room, there lived a little recliner. The little recliner was quite proud of itself for it was not just a regular recliner, it was a teal-colored, upgraded recliner with all of the bells and whistles. When you lifted its arm cushions you could find a magazine rack, cup holders, and various buttons to vibrate and massage. Yes, it was a beauty purchased by the husband who loved bells and whistles and the little recliner loved the husband…very much. Continue reading
You know that kid? The one who is never quite paying attention to things. The daydreamer in school. The one that’s told to go to the kitchen and get the salt at dinner and they comes back with a glass of water? You know the type. Well, it may or may not surprise you to know that I was that kid. I am grateful to say, I’m not quite that bad anymore, the Lord made sure I married a practical man; one that I love with all my heart, who truly is my saving grace. But, before he came along there was a week, “the week”. Continue reading
My parents moved from New Jersey to Florida in October of 2001. Mom remembers because it was right after 9-11. Dad had been having some trouble with his back and we were ‘investigating’ exactly what was going on. Initially, they said it was his back but they soon discovered it was his hip. His right hip was replaced in 2007, followed by his left shoulder and then his right shoulder. Making my little old Italian Dad something akin to the “Bionic Man”. Continue reading
Our Rachel is sandwiched between our son, Eric, and our youngest daughter, Autumn; making her our ‘middle’ child. I remember when I got pregnant for the third time…a pleasant surprise…I was upset thinking that my little Rach would have “middle child syndrome”. We were going to the pediatrician and he asked me what was bothering me. When I told him, he just smiled. Continue reading
As I’ve told you before I have been blessed with, not one, but two Fairy Blog Mothers. Today, I am on vacation with my family. Continue reading
In case you don’t know, and you may not, I am short. Not short enough to be considered a “little person” as categorized today, which is 4’10” and under; but I only beat that mark by 4″ so, it is safe to say that I am short. There are times I’ve pointed out what I consider to be a very short person and then realized they were taller than me. On the rare occasion that I walk by someone shorter than me, I confess, I pull myself up to my full stature and look down on them as I pass. It’s not nice.
My earliest memory of kindergarten was standing with my head tilted far back so I could see my fellow kindergartner’s faces. I was always in the front row for school pictures and never had to worry about guys being shorter than me, even in middle school. I have heard all of the jokes. My husband loves to comment that a “midget was driving his car”. Once while entertaining a couple of 5’9″ lady-friends for lunch, I was asked if I was even 5 feet tall. In my own kitchen no less!
True, being short does have its disadvantages, there are very few couches and chairs that I can sit comfortably on, even in my own living room. I do sometimes climb on my kitchen counters to reach things. I almost always have to climb on shelves in the grocery store. And, once when the back of our van was parked near a slight depression in the ground and I’d opened the trunk I couldn’t reach the handle to close it. Petite clothing is usually more expensive for less material, which still makes no sense to me. But still, overall, it’s not that bad and there are quite a few perks to being vertically challenged. Such as…
I can pretty much nap anywhere. People used to think I’m the youngest of my siblings because I’m the shortest, although I think my age is catching up with me now. I am never taller than people when I wear heels. Almost nobody can see up my nose. I almost never have to duck for anything. I was always very good at hide and seek. I’m a very good climber. I can hide behind people when it’s windy or cold. I have incredible calf muscles, which I attribute to years of standing on my tiptoes. My feet never stick out at the end of the bed and blankets are never too short. Low hotel room shower heads are never a problem, neither are teeny shower stalls. I have tiny feet, which means I can fit in kid size shoes, which are a lot cheaper. Finally, where flying first class isn’t very comfortable, my feet don’t reach the ground in the seats; flying coach is perfect in any seat, window, middle, or aisle.
I have a tee shirt that says it best…
“God only allows things to grow until they are perfect. Some of us didn’t take as long as others.”
But it is, literally, not that big a deal.