Thoughts...

Six little feet that run through these halls.
Six more feet that run on streets of gold.
Six pairs of feet.
Six sets of blessings
and mama loves them all.

Silent mentors

I have had several individuals that stepped into very important roles in my life. All of whom I am truly grateful for the sacrifices they made; the impact they had on the choices I continue to make is incomprehensible.

But today I want to focus to those individuals that have affected my life and didn’t even know it. The ones I admired from afar, watched with a careful eye, and surprisingly continue to emulate even today. I don’t want to, nor do I think I could call them out individually; although I can distinctly recall most of them some of them I didn’t even “know”. They were the ones whose mere observations made such impressions on my life; mother’s who attended our church, a woman at a train depot, the clerk behind the counter, a couple on the tandem around the lake. I bring this up because I am entering that point in my life…that moment when I begin to shift from the mentee to the mentor…I know people are always watching me and my reactions and I want to make sure that I am putting my best foot forward in every situation. To those individuals who unknowingly impacted my life…thanks. Thanks for making me aware, that I too can and will be a mentor in my every day life.

TMI, could be a very appropriate title.

Have I mentioned that I LOVE to multitask? This afternoon my husband peered into the bathroom, rolled his eyes and remarked as he walked away: “You could at least put the book down while you are wiping.”

Simply had to laugh

A new kid joined my daughter’s First grade class after Christmas break. His name is also Jordan. This makes it difficult for the teacher to know whose work is whose. The students were asked to write the first letter of their last name, but in the case both last names happen to begin with M; so each of them are forced to write the first two letters of their last name…now my daughter’s work comes home with Jordan Me in the name slot.

I once worked with a gal whose initials were ME. We often had to initial communications, if I noticed that ME was already written I would write me too! What makes this story even more interesting is that if she were to marry her current boyfriend, and take his last name, her initials would be MY. That is why when my daughter’s work started coming home with Jordan Me on them I simply had to laugh.