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Past Musings

Past Musings

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Previously known as TransitioningMom.com

Insider’s Guide to the Injured Brain

The new workbook for brain injury survivors and their support

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A glimpse into my life

Love Captured in Single Photo I don't normally share pictures that so obviously show the dust and dirt in my house. However, with 5 furry creatures sharing my home, you can imagine the level of both. I do my best to stay ahead of it, but I'm rarely successful. As was the case with my children, I try to keep my eyes focused on creating memories rather than the mess or dirt that can accumulate. Still, and far too often over the years, I've found myself impatient with the clutter of toys or shoes and messy handprints left on walls. Today, I began making my mental list of springtime cleaning chores. You know those things that get done but once or twice a year like windows, inside and out, cleaning baseboards, and wiping out cupboards. As I walked through the house with my critical eye, I noticed this smudge on the outside of our downstairs hall bath. This is the bathroom our guests use so, when they close the door, they invariably can't miss this mud-like smudge. My shoulders tightened at the thought of the embarrassment. Then, a smile emerged as I turned my thoughts to the source of the messy, dirty smear. Dog noses. Dog noses sniffing at the door, waiting for me or perhaps one of the girls to emerge. Dog noses that are searching, sniffing, for one of their pack that is somehow trapped on the other side of that door. Dog noses that won't let go of the scent because no one gets left behind. Dog noses that dirty my door and leave their mark of love. I scrubbed away the dirty hand prints left on walls far too quickly over the years. Hand prints that illustrated the little people that once shared a home with me and showed the play that took place within our walls. Hindsight is often 20/20. Today, I didn't scrub away the love marks left on my bathroom door. Today, I smiled and let the wave of happiness fill me. #dog #dognoses #dogsofinstagram #100happydays #MaryDays

There was a roughness in my day today; not horrible, but things didn't flow as I had hoped. It would have been easy to bemoan the details of miscommunication and wasted time. I could have complained about the tension in my neck and jaw. I could have given my day away, handed it over to complaints and anger. But there, at the stop light, emerging from tough conditions was this little sprout. This little sprout chose growth over defeat, and the message of its perseverance made me happy. #100happydays #MaryDays #growth #perseverance #choosehappy

Getting to know your children as adults is one of the great joys that comes in later parenting. This one here, my second born, has always had a wry sense of humor. She is analytical and can seem too serious at times, but then she surprises you, catching you off guard with the unexpected joke. Tonight, when I came home, there was a weariness to her as she sat at the computer working on homework. She had a headache, she explained, but didn't complain. My mama-spirit wanted to fix, but she said she was OK. I offered my newly found Kermit for comfort. (If you know me, you know I love Kermit because he's always foot-loose and fancy free. He HAD to come home with me.) She gladly accepted Kermit onto her lap, but promptly covered his eyes. Opened on her laptop was a scholarly article about assisted suicide for the elderly She is in the throes of end-of-the-semester research for her developmental psych class, and she didn't want to scar poor Kermit. This girl of mine with her wry wit, she makes me happy. #daughter #humor #student #collegelife #kermit #100happydays #MaryDays

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