Spring is in the Air

March 2017

OK…so it may not really feel like Spring, but in my head it is….and really that is all that matters, right? What our thoughts are! How we perceive life!

Spring brings joy, new beginnings. It symbolizes new life and rebirth. The grass will soon be turning green,the nights are getting longer, I am hearing the birds sing in my backyard and I am looking for my first robin. I will also be celebrating two of my children’s births. Which is probably the most important of all.

Being a mother has given me the chance to give life to another human being…Wow….That’s freaking amazing when you really think about it. ¬†Right?¬†Making a human being!¬†I mean really how does that happen? So much to make…in just nine months. Being a mother has also given me the chance to experience unconditional love, to receive love and to give it. Now…what is more important than love?

Life is precious, every moment, every day, I just want to stand still and never let is slip away.

Enjoy your moments….they matter!! and oh yeah…Happy Spring!!

XO S

Right Time Right Place

Tomorrow is December 1. Another 31 days to plan and fill up the calendar. This next month is going to be exciting for so many reasons. But first let’s talk about November.

I started out the month getting disappointed that I would not be able to move into my new house until the second week in December. Oh well…I don’t stress about the things I have no control over. I can’t make the builders finish. So..Ok I accepted that. Now that I am closer I decided to take the opportunity to visit my Mom on the Cape for the week. I drove there on a Sunday. On Monday, those of you that know me, know that I love Mashpee Commons. We went there on Monday, a record-breaking day on the Cape in December. 64 degrees. We walked, we window shopped, we bought a sweater for my dog Molly, bought some christmas presents and stopped at Starbucks. A great day!

Tuesday morning lying in the spare bedroom in my Mom’s house I heard…”Oh my god” in a soft concerning tone. I jumped out of bed, ran down the stairs where my mother was sitting on the sofa holding onto an empty bottle of Tide. (I still don’t know why she had that bottle of Tide in her hand…. she must have just come up from doing a wash in the basement.) ¬†¬†I took one look at her colorless face her and sat next to her as she put her head on my shoulders. As a nurse I asked her all the appropriate questions….pain anywhere else? etc……She hadn’t eaten so we tried orange juice. No change. She had a little back pain, her heart rate was ¬†racing, then settled down. Off to the hospital we went.

After spending 10 hours in the ER my Mom was admitted for observation. The labs that show ? any type of cardiac episode were elevated. She had no other symptoms but she looked wiped out. Her lab levels elevated even more, no pain or discomfort from my mom. After all the appropriate testing and 2 nights in the hospital, it looked liked my mom had an infarction of some sort. The cute cardiologist that my mom immediately loved (haha) was unsure why. They changed her BP medicine, what she was taking was too high of a dose. Perhaps that played into it?

Dealing with some family members during this time was very difficult and harder for me in trying to make sure my Mom was getting the appropriate care. I know my nurse friends know what I’m talking about

Her labs settled down and left Hyannis Hospital ( btw….which was great) Still weak my mom went to my sister’s house because she no longer wants to be alone and we don’t want her to be. She remains there today.

Her strength is back, she’s getting back to “her” normal and is looking forward to coming to stay with Bruce and I for the holidays in our new house.

I am so grateful that I was there that Tuesday morning, that my 84 y.o. mom didn’t have anything major happen to her and for my sisters and brother for being there with me. My mom’s story isn’t finished yet and we plan on taking care of her like she did for us. As long as she needs us.

For the difficult family members, I have chosen to not react, because everyone knows you can’t change another’s behavior, and anyway that takes away from¬†the real issue of taking care of “Mom”. I am sure that are many families that go through the same thing.

So…..YES, I was in the right place at the right time…but I don’t believe in coincidences….someone intervened and I am forever grateful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Ever

Good morning

As I continue to look at the message of my book…I want to share a few thoughts from it for the day :

Don’t ever try to understand everything……some things will just never make sense.

Don’t ever be reluctant to show your feelings….when you are happy, give into it! when you’re not, live with it.

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Enjoy Today

Good morning 🌎

So….I have relocated to upstate NY and so far loving the area. I think I’ll like it even better when I get to move into my new house. It should be ready in about 2 weeks. It’s’ interesting to see how my dogs react to this change. Every morning I take them down the stairs of the hotel that we are stayting at and then back to the room. Boring for them I am sure. So today they will venture out with me. The town of Saratoga is very dog friendly…can even bring them into some stores. Gonna enjoy this beautiful day….so you should too. This is it people….today is all we have right now. Enjoy!

The proposal

Nov. 3 2016

I have spoken to a lot of people about my book- which is titled “The Sensitive One” during the writing of it and now the final stages of trying to get it published. So thank you all for your feedback…it was much appreciated.

If anyone thinks writing a book is easy….you are wrong😝 It’s freaking hard work.

I’m using my voice in my book to share with the world that you CAN heal the wounded child within. It’s about healing from the pain of a fractured childhood and being able to live a life full of love and peace. I promise it is not all doom and gloom.

So – I will be giving some excerpts from the book on my blog. So keep coming back.

Sister Time

Sister Time

There is nothing like “sister” time other than “Sister and Mom” time. I recently traveled to MA to spend time with my baby sister on Martha’s Vineyard, but before we took the ferry there we spent some time with our Mom at a Lavender field on Cape Cod. Although it is nothing like the lavender fields in France….Lavender still smells the same…… Everywhere. Some pics…..

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Meet Molly
Meet Molly

August 15, 2016

I am sitting here on my sofa, a rainy day, kinda gloomy listening to my dog Molly snore. Yup you heard me right…..my dog is snoring so loud that the little black and white kitty named Ellie that my daughter brought home a while ago is looking at me like…..what the heck is that noise? I seriously have never heard a dog snore so loud.

Molly is my baby…..so it’s hard for me to watch her get old. A cute blenheim colored Cavalier King Charles that was born in Ireland and came to me 11 years ago. We are both getting older and the aging thing is happening way too fast. Can I just hop off this fast moving train just for a minute…..to catch up. I know I can’t set it in reverse, but I want to savor my life right now…..just for an extra minute.

S

Writers world

July 25, 2016

I am in the writers world and Loving it……dont get me wrong it is freaking hard work. ¬†They say it can be cathartic ( not sure who they is :)) to write a memoir. Not so sure. Hard…yes….dedication…yes….getting beyond the pain…..yes eventually.

For me well…..I had to get back into therapy YIKES…..wasn’t planning on that.

For all memoir writers out there, You are awesome to put pen to paper to share your journey……I am in you shoes, alone in my room and writing I feel your pain, sorrow and revelations that we need to share to move beyond our pain.

 

My trip to Ireland

January 13 2016

My trip to Ireland was amazing and tons of fun! I had a ton of fun with my camera. Check out the cliffs…I added the quote.

My father used to tell us that we were related to Kings and Queens from Ireland…..looks like he was right, the Blarney castle was owned by the McCarthy clan….hence my maiden name. ¬†So cool reading about the history……more pics to come.
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XO S