Now Our Responsibility

Whether the parenting we received was good, bad, or indifferent, the responsibility for our lives is now ours....As adults, we become responsible for ourselves and for our own parenting ~  L., Elisabeth. Inner Harvest: Daily Meditations for Recovery from Eating Disorders (Hazelden Meditations) (p. 123). Hazelden Publishing. Kindle Edition. I would not have copied Mother's parenting for I remember her critique of dishes I had dried that seemed to have sweat afterwards. My washing dishes got failing grades as well. One year she sent me to camp with acceptably matched colors pre-sorted. My-two-years younger sister was trusted to make appropriate combinations on her own.  Seventy years later I'm on my own the responsibility for my life is now mine and while there's still a sting in the old memories I understand how my problem solving drove Mother bananas!

Car 54, Where are You?

I set Google Maps to tell my sons where I am then told my husband I had. Hubby thought I'd lied when I hadn't set my new computer to disclose the secret.  I welcome the watch telling when I fall or my heart  plays loosely with the rules. I'm grateful for people who care but regret the loss of independence I didn't really need.

Hypocrite Extraordinaire

I know her well, have for years, But do I know her at all? I'm proud of my long Christian experience and aware, I thought, of the limitations of hers. Then she spoke of nightly prayers naming and soliciting blessings for many, a practice I emulated while walking and naming my list... But how long has it been since the walking ended as did the prayers? What does that make me? A Christian of convenience as well as a hypocrite extraordinaire! God, teach me to pray and decline to judge others.