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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Scribbles and Scrambles - Yikes!

I'm visiting Nanny-land today.

Something a little scary occurred to me over our lunch.

It took a minute to sink in amidst the whine of activity.

No, my revelation wasn't that I required my daughter to cut my pizza into bite size pieces, thank you very much.

While the three-year-old related a story she raised her chubby little fingers over her head and made air quotation marks.

This shouldn't shock me considering I know both her mother and her nanny, but the fact that I've never seen a three-year-old quite pull this sly and smooth movement off made me stop and think.

We are such products of our environment. Both where we are forced to live, and where we choose to live (physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally.)

To bring it even closer to home, people are watching us and catching our attitudes and quirks.

Nanny has been shaped by me, forever scarred, and is passing my influence along to the next generation. As amusing as that is, the good stuff anyway, I cringe when I realize that some of my not so wonderful attitudes have been passed to my children as well.

What if we all made a few promises to ourselves.

That I will stop and think before I act.
I will act as if I want to bless others.

I'll "try." How about you?

1 comment:

Janet Rubin said...

wow. we talked about this at bible study yesterday. we read in Ephesians where it says we should imitate God as "dear children." As our children end up modeling themselves after us (yes, scary), we should model ourselves after our father. i've got a long long long long long long way to go.