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I Will Survive, #1251

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I love having an orange tree, and especially I love having the orange tree that we have.  It’s been through hard times, but somehow it survived.

When we first moved into our house, we were having some construction done, and the workers poured cement on it’s base.  It all but died, but somehow green leaves poked through the next year, and each year after, it got a little healthier.

It wasn’t until last year, 10 years after the cement incident that it began to produce some fruit.  It wasn’t a large crop, but there were some oranges nonetheless.

And now this…bright beautiful orange fists of triumph towering high into the sky impossible to reach.  Their color against the blue sky are bright spots of cheery promise that there will be even a better crop of oranges next year.

FullSizeRender-6I’ve been a nonexistent blogger lately.  At first it all started because I was overwhelmed with final projects from my school alongside my children’s final semester work and not to mention Hanukkah which kept me busy both professionally and personally.  And then…..unimaginable tragedy.  One that is not for blogging at this time but has occupied all my thoughts.  A tragedy that crippled my writing, because what could I possibly say to make it better?

Today, however, I pulled some of those oranges off of my beloved orange tree.  They are ready for eating – the fruits of the labor ripe with life.  They are such a representation of optimism that suddenly I was compelled to sit down with my old trusty friend and type some thoughts down for the first time in a long time.

The moral of the story is….if your are ever cemented into place, that cement will eventually be able to crumble and something new and good will be the result.  Thank you little orange tree.  I love you.  Thank you for reminding me we all can survive.

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Never Know, #901

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Yesterday, I ran into someone who’s been through a recent horrible tragedy.  As I expressed to them how sorry I am for their loss, there were tears and such sorrow coming from the family.  I felt absolutely sick for them, and somehow, I just couldn’t find the perfect words.  Maybe because there are no perfect words for moments like those.

It’s weird for me to be at a loss for words.  This is what I do, after all.  I write.  I manipulate words and twist them around to be exactly what I want them to be.  On the fly though, it’s different.  At least when you write, you can edit yourself as much or as little as you’d like.

Spending a moment with a family who needs words to soothe them completely though me for a loop.  I wish so much that I could have had some magic at that moment…something that would have put that moment in perspective.  I guess the only thing I can hope for is that the family knows just how much I care.  Perhaps a loss of words shows just that.  I have to hope.

My song of the day is Jack Johnson’s “Never Know,” a song that expresses not knowing what will come next.  Click HERE to hear it, because that’s how I felt yesterday.  We never know what will tomorrow will bring no matter how much we care.

Money Changes Everything, #727

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About a month ago, my family and I had a yard sale.  We haven’t had one in years…since before our kids were born.  This time around, to entice our kids to purge their closets from their much-too-young baby toys, we told them that they could keep the money from any of the toys they sold.  That way, they’d be able to buy themselves something new and age appropriate.  I thought it would be a good lesson on the value of money and a great incentive to clean up!

My kids each made $30 that day.  The project was put on hold for a while, because my daughter went away for a few weeks to summer camp.  She knew exactly what she wanted to buy with her money though.  She was pining away for a new Build-a-Bear with a super sparkly dress she had been eyeing for a while.  Finally, on July 4th, since we had a day off, we headed to the mall for her purchase.  Here she is with her beloved new bunny named Buttercup.

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The bunny hadn’t left her side for the last couple of days, and last night when she was sleeping with her new found friend, a tragedy occurred.  Our dog snatched sweet Buttercup, and when we woke up, this is what we found:

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Let’s just say that this bully of a Beagle is in the dog house today!!!  My poor little girl had tears streaming down her face when we made the discovery.  How unfair!  She spent every penny on this treasure, too.

I have a theory as to why it happened.  My daughter loves Build-a-Bear, and she has several of them.  This time, however, she paid $3.50 extra to put a cotton candy scent on the inside of her stuffed animal.  She had never done this before, and I wonder if our dog was trying to get to the scent.

So, off we go to Build-a-Bear today again.  We will see what happens and will let our little girl tell her story to the Build-a-Bear manager.  Of course, we will replace the stuffed animal for her, but we hope Build-a-Bear will do something special for her.  We want to teach our baby that there are rewards for hard-earned money.

My song of the day is Cyndi Lauper’s 80’s classic “Money Changes Everything.”  Click HERE to hear the song, and pray with me that this money lesson has a happy ending.  To be continued…..