Life Lessons

  • Unofficial snow day

    Today I decided to let the kids stay home even though it’s not an “official snow day”. I mean, it is snowing, and blowing, and the roads are crappy according to my hubby who called to tell me I should just let the kids stay home today and save myself the 30 minute drive (each way), because it’s likely to be a lot longer than that. I wasn’t sold on the idea of letting them stay home initially, mainly because I was already up and showered and dressed, and one of my two daughters was up and dressed (the other daughter, still in bed). It would’ve been an much more appealing idea, I’m sure, if I was still snuggled in bed in my jammies and hadn’t already gotten myself and the girls up and moving (well, the one daughter, anyway, as I said, the other was still snuggling in bed). The real kicker is, I anxiously waited to hear if the buses were cancelled on the news before I got out of bed this morning, hoping to avoid the whole getting-up-and-moving thing. Only to hear Kevin Frankish on Breakfast Television say, “sorry kids, the school buses are all running this morning.” Sorry kids?? If he only knew how his words affected me this morning, never mind the kids, who at that point were still sleeping snug in their beds. Needless to say, I did the right thing after hearing that buses were indeed running, and woke the kids up and got into the shower myself, however begrudginly.

    I was in the kitchen, getting the kids’ lunches packed when hubby called to tell me how the roads were. I was leaning towards taking the girls to school anyway, as I turned to see my oldest daughter coming down the stairs. I repeated the news to her about the roads and she was immediately sold on staying home. What kid wouldn’t be? So then I had the following conversation with myself in my head, “ah, what the heck…Emily isn’t even out of bed yet anyway…and it does look crappy out…but then I have to call the school and tell them that the kids won’t be in…what will I say?…that I’m keeping them home based on hubby’s road report, even though the buses are running?…and I know the one teacher does almost the same drive we do so if she can make it, we should be fine, besides, she’ll probably answer the phone when I call and then what will I say?…will that make me look like a wimp? Or should I tell them that Syd isn’t feeling well, because she is stuffed up…but how do I explain Emmy staying home? Maybe I’ll just say that they won’t be there today and not offer any explanation?…do I or don’t I?…take them anyway, or just let them stay home…?” and  then I start wondering, why on earth do I have to have this entire conversation with myself to begin with? Why is it that there are times when a decision is made and that’s that, but other times, you go around and around and around, unable to settle on a decision, one way or the other?

    Long story short, I called the school and spoke to the teacher (yes, the one that does almost the same drive and who, when I asked how her drive in was, said that it wasn’t actually too bad). I mentioned my conversation with my hubby and his road report, and the kids’ subsequent decision to “opt out” of school today, which was probably best because Syd sounds congested anyway, (I had to throw that in as my feeble attempt to retain a shred of parental responsibilty…). The teacher laughed and said “okay, no problem.” I’m sure she was thinking, “the kids’ decision?” Come to think of it, she was probably laughing at me, and not with me.

    On a final note, the snow is still coming down, piling up and blowing around, soft and white and beautiful. The kids are happy to be home, one eagerly coming up with gift ideas for the family we’re sponsoring this year through the local newspaper, and the other…still in her pj’s, looking for breakfast. And me, I’m quite content to be sitting at my desk, typing away with Much Music on in the background (compliments of my oldest daughter), this morning’s indecisiveness long behind me as I enjoy this “unofficial snow day” with my two beautiful daughters…


  • Rainy Days

    It’s been raining here all day, and although some people might find that depressing, I happen to like a rainy day. I love to listen to the sound of the rain outside, especially when I’m warm and dry inside. It just seems to make me all that much more thankful for everything I have in my life. It provides a great excuse for curling up on the couch with a blanket and a good book, or snuggling with your hubby and kids and watching a movie together. It gives you the time to do all those “rainy day” things that you put off on other days, like cleaning out closets, working on  favourite hobbies, tidying up the house and reorganizing things. I guess it’s kind of like nesting. The rain and dropping temperature is a reminder that the weather is getting colder and we will be spending more time in doors than out, so it makes sense that we’d want to get things in order at home and make it as cozy as we can.

    There’s something so mesmerizing about the rain. I could sit and stare out the window at the rain for quite a while and get lost in my thoughts. I wouldn’t normally sit and stare out the window, because everything is still and looks the same. But with the rain, it’s constantly moving, it’s steady, rhythmic, it entrances you. And I love to watch the rain on the water, even if it’s only in a puddle in my driveway.

    I think I’ll go find my yummy vanilla scented candle to light  and make a fresh pot of coffee, because rainy days make me want to enjoy the warmth of my home that much more, and celebrate every moment as a special one.



  • Other people can’t hear what you can

    In a mega-watt-light-bulb-moment of clarity and understanding, I recently realized this: that other people can’t hear what you can. You know, the little voice you hear that’s championing you to follow your heart. You, and only you, know 100% for sure what’s in your heart and what your hopes and dreams are. You are the only one that hears the inner voice that tells you what the right move is for you to make, and when to  make it. Whether you call it your intuition, a gut feeling, a sixth sense, an inner knowing or inner voice, it’s all the same. It’s the voice of your heart telling you what you need to do to experience your bliss, your true happiness.  And when you follow your heart, it naturally follows that you’ll suddenly find yourself doing things that you somehow always knew you were destined to do, and feeling right at home while doing them.

    The problem is that other people can’t hear it, so when you excitedly try to tell them about your vision, your plans or your goals, they won’t necessarily share your enthusiasm. In fact, it’s quite likely that they’ll leave you feeling like they’ve just sucked the wind out of your sails or like you’re talking to a brick wall. It’s because they  really don’t get it. They don’t know what you know, they only know what they know. Which means that their input will  be based upon their experiences and if they aren’t the type that allow themselves to follow their hearts,  they’ll have no reference point for encouraging you to follow yours.

    I used to get discouraged by the reactions of others when I’d share my heartfelt wishes and dreams and they’d shoot them down. I’d start thinking that maybe they were right, maybe it is silly to think that I can have the life I want by merely following my heart. But not now. Now I know better. And in the words of Maya Angelou, “when you know better, you do better”.  How do I follow my heart and honour my calling? By sharing my dreams with those that do get it, and letting the comments of those that don’t simply dissolve into thin air before they ever have a chance to enter into my reality.

    There’s a reason that you hear that little voice…it’s because you are the only one that can! There is only one you and there will never be another. So the next time your “inner guidance system” talks to you, listen to it…it knows what it’s talking about and it’s coming straight from your heart.


  • Just another day in the life…

    Just another day in the life…woke up before my alarm went off expecting to be snowed in as per last night’s weather reports. What did I find when I looked out the window…barely a skiff of snow on the ground. Got up, showered, dressed, woke daughter up, went downstairs to put on kettle for her hot chocolate and pack her school bag, went back upstairs and made sure daughter hadn’t gone back to sleep. On the drive to school (30 minutes each way), we admired the huge snow clouds and discussed how the ones with the edges that looked like they were smudged showed where it was already snowing. As my daughter tried to wrap her head around the idea of it snowing ahead of us, but not actually seeing the snow in front of us, we came over a bridge and drove right into the big, fat flakes coming down. It was a pretty cool moment. Not only did it look really neat, but it proved that Mom knew what she was talking about! Yay me! (We Moms have to celebrate those small victories when we have them.) It made an ordinary, average, everyday drive to school into a perfect opportunity to teach my daughter a little something about the weather and share a delightful moment with her. In my opinion, that’s what life is really all about, the moments we share with our children, spouses, family, friends or, perhaps, even strangers. The moments and the experiences in which we find ourselves totally present and engrossed in, that in turn create the memories that tie us together. Simply beautiful.