Realistic & Steady

When the road seems rough and you feel like you just can’t take one more step. Detour. Stay releastic, hard is ok, but giving up isn’t. Remain steady in your journey and don’t lose sight of your why and always find grace for yourself and others. jrs

Spanx, Bras and Compression Stockings, really, a girl’s best friend! Yes, I said so! 

Spanx, bras and now, compression stockings, a girl, has gotta do, what she needs to! Stuff herself into garments to make herself feel better, really, well, maybe in some ways. A gift!

My Mom, blessed me with so many wonderful gifts, but there’s one, that I always was looking to return, but never could find what I wanted, so I sort of just ignored that I needed it. Ah, the compression stockings, buried deep in the bottom of my drawer in a lovely shade of nude, open toe of course, so, just in case  I wanted to stroll around in my flip flops at the beach  I could, the options could be endless, open toe shoes, sandals, I mean a whole new term to “trendy”. The stockings were of good use when, unfortunately I had a gift I inherited, stripped, taken away and never missed, vericose veins, that accentuated my pale legs, thanks Bert! After that, back in the drawer the stockings went, hope springs eternal, I’m done, the veins are gone, I’ll  just keep these in here, now. 

My Mom, never complained, but she rarely, ever wore shorts because of her “veiny legs”, “people don’t need to see them. ” she would say.  You knew it was hot because she didn’t care and occasionally she would say, I need to rest my leg, my vein hurts, but then get up and go on with her day. I loved the veins she carried, she never complained, she felt worse for others having to see them.  The veins said a lot of who she was. I loved the veins because they were the epitomy of her, she just did what needed to be done and didn’tcomplain and took care of herself and others.  

“If you are not going  to do something about it Jenn, then, stop talking about it, just take care of it.” I could hear my Mom in my head as I stood, legs swollen, feet swollen and in pain, ignoring the fact that I have insufficient vein flow in my legs as diagnosed by a Dr., quite common and really no big deal, but self care is the key.  “Put the damn stockings on and stop suffering.”  I finally, went to the drawer took them out, put them on and at about 3:00 after standing all day, thanked God and Bert for this gift, “just do it, you’ll feel better” I could hear her in my head.  Embrace what is, you are better for it.”

I did feel better and there are no returns in sight, in fact, I am looking into getting another pair, closed toe of course, winter days get cold, options are endless. They’ve made it to the shoe closet, no more hiding in the drawer!

At the end of the day, bra, spanx, compression stockings, a girl’s best friend, the gift is even greater when it comes off and are free. Thanks Bert for showing me how to embrace the “veiny legs” and take care of what I need to do for my best. Yes, my next pair of stockings, just might be black, classic, like you!

My Mom passed, but the love didn’t. 

One of the most valuable lessons among the many that  my  Mom’s passing taught me is that love doesn’t pass. 

The love of a Mother is strong, so strong that it never fails. I was very fortunate that God gave me a huge blessing in my Mom, a blessing so many held close in heart, Roberta, a friend . 

When you experience the love, the bond, the friendship of a Mom, you cherish it and when it is taken too soon in death, you value it and suddenly your perception of every detail, understanding of each circumstance is changed and made softer, clearer with deeper appreciation and gratitude because suddenly you see her love hasn’t passed, but grew deeper and stronger. 

That’s all she wrote ( for now anyway)

Thank you everyone for following and reading! I appreciate all of your kind comments and encouraging words. As Angela Lansbury would say, “that’s all she wrote.” For now, Angela your words speak to me, taking a break and that’s all she wrote. Thank you to all the readers for making this a great experience.  Until we meet again! 

YOU are getting on MY nerves now!

This week, I had to just tell myself “enough Jennifer, you are getting on my nerves now.” Ever have those days where your patience is thin and it seems like everything is getting on your nerves and then you are just left totally annoyed and hitting the wine or chocolate? Finally, after I put down the chocolate, I had to take a step back and remember it’s not about me. The way people treat situations is a reflection of their selves and their life journey. I am just here and can decide to fill my wine glass a little more and take a deeper breath and remember it’s not about me, I can’t control others but I can only control my reaction. It’s not about me.