This is my seventh year of participation in the A to Z Challenge. My intent this year is to share a little bit about me each day… the good, the bad, and the ugly… so you can get to know “the woman behind the words” a little better!
Today I’ll tell you a little bit about my kids, the joy of my life! I have two of them (and one that I won’t get to meet until I get to Heaven).
My daughter is in her early 40’s and now lives in Dallas, Texas after relocating from Nashville last Fall. She is a registered nurse, and has done hospital floor duty for 21 years. She’s just beginning a new career path as a home health nurse case manager, and loves it so far, despite the rush hour traffic and hours of charting in the evenings. She is happy to be working Monday thru Friday, as her husband is usually out of town several days a week and they can spend weekends together. She seems to have inherited a lot of her mother’s genetics, not only physically but in temperament as well. It is easy for us to butt heads, but we have a wonderfully close relationship, which I cherish. She also loves cats, and has three of her own. They are hoping to soon buy a home North of Dallas.
My son is in his late 30’s and lives in Nashville with his wonderful girlfriend and her eight year old son. He loves having a family and they spend time out doing fun things together every weekend. He is an air traffic controller for the Dept. of Defense and works at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky. He has been in love with airplanes since he was two years old, and this is the perfect job for him. His is an Air Force Veteran, having served time in both Afghanistan and Iraq. He is my kid with a great big heart, always affectionate, kind and caring. I harass him about getting married and he says “it will happen”, so I must be patient. 🙂 He loves the ocean like his mother does.
Both of my kids are intelligent, independent and resourceful. What I wanted most for my kids growing up was for them to have a good career to support themselves so that they would never have to depend on anyone to survive. They have accomplished that and so much more, both make excellent incomes and have owned nice homes. They both have careers that are transportable should they desire to relocate. Both are compassionate and generous, and have a smart-ass sense of humor. (I wonder where they got that? 🙂 I couldn’t be more proud of them.
Papa Bear also has three awesome grown daughters, six grand children and four great-grandchildren, but we don’t live close enough to see any of them very often.
Another k-word I want to talk about today is kindness. Several years ago I was participating in a blog group where one of the questions that came up was how you would like people to remember you… what would you hope your epitaph will say.
I didn’t have to think about it long to know that I would most like to be remembered as being kind. I also had to admit that I wasn’t always a kind person. I was dealing with a lot of anger and resentment in my life. I also had a lot of frustration with my job of nearly twenty years, and a some of the people I had to deal with on a daily basis were more than challenging. Admittedly, at times I can be sharp, and even ugly if I feel that I am being attacked. One of my ex’s used to say I had an “acid tongue”. While I used to be a doormat, I learned to stand up for myself and fight back, but sometimes my anger got the best of me and I said and did things I wish I wouldn’t have.
It has taken a lot of years of experience, and a lot of work on my part, to learn to be more patient, tolerant, compassionate and forgiving. I make it my focus to be as kind as I possibly can in all situations, to step back from that knee-jerk response and put myself in the other person’s place. I have learned that we can treat people kindly even if we don’t agree with what they are doing or have done, and even if we don’t necessarily respect them. We can still practice the Golden Rule and treat them as we want to be treated. And you know what? I have found that the more I practice being a kind person the happier I am with myself and my own life too! 🙂
Nowadays when someone tells me that I am kind I sort of wince, because I know what they don’t… that there are still moments when I fail to live up to that goal. But I am working on it and I am sincere in my intent, so just maybe if someday people say “she was kind” they won’t be too far off the mark.
When you’ve departed life, what one-word description would you most like people to remember you by?
Links to all of my 2018 A-Z Posts: