I Love You to the Moon and Back

I love you to the moon and back!

This has become a common way to express how much we love our children. The moon, that’s a long way, that’s way further than the next door, the next county, the next state, the next country. That’s a lot of borders to cross, but would we do it, of course we would, because that’s how much we love our children.

Becoming a parent is indescribable, the way it changes your life is unimaginable, and you must experience it to understand the full meaning. Generally speaking, our children become our life. They give our life meaning, that we did not know existed, and we can hardly identify ourselves outside of that relationship. The reverse is true as well, our children find their way, find themselves and find their place in the world through their relationships with their parents. The magnitude of this relationship nearly brings me to tears daily, tears of love, of thankfulness, of fear, of frustration, of humble appreciation for this opportunity to be a mother.

If my life was stripped of my children in any way shape or form, absolutely everything would fall apart, for me, for them and for everyone around us. Regardless of the reason, the feeling is the same, hurt is hurt, pain is pain, right is right, and wrong is wrong.

Now, how do we translate our own feelings about our children to every mother, every father, every child. No human is any less deserving of the innate right to be with their children as long as their children’s best interest is at heart.

I would cross a fence, a wall, an ocean, a country and most certainly a border for a better life for myself and my children. I respect and support any mother and father that has hopes and dreams for their family that are bigger than their current reality.

I'd Rather Be a Snowflake

I don’t choose to use social media as my soapbox to exclaim my political stance or debate controversial topics. But with that being said, excuse me, pardon me, coming through…stepping up on it, ‘cause I got something to say.

Hear ye, hear ye, I need to let it be known that I do not support Trump; not yesterday, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I believe in love, kindness and basic human decency, I stand up for respect, equality, and a level playing field of dreams, I speak out against bullying, bigotry and racism. All of my ideals are fundamental to my outlook on life, the way I treat people and the way I expect to be treated. They are based on morals and conscience and lived out through actions and relationships.

Trump lives by his own set of ideals, all of which revolve around himself, in an effort to acquire more money, more power and more fame. Relationships, who needs relationships, when your life goal is to be the biggest, baddest, richest, most powerful individual in the world. Without relationships, who needs morals or any of the “stupid” ideals I listed above. If relationships aren’t important, morals are out the window and equality just makes getting to the top harder, you have a perfect recipe for “a bad hombre”.

Is this “Making America Great Again”? If this is “Making America Great Again”, then pigs fly and Trump’s hair is real. The corner of America that I live in, is not great. Here in Charlottesville, there have been several white supremacist rallies, that involved hate speech, violence, injuries and the death of a local civil rights supporter, Heather Heyer. In a time where we look to our president for well-spoken words that give us comfort and bring us together as a nation, he left us disheartened and divided. He said there were “fine” people on both sides and he spoke of his own Trump Winery to emphasize how well he knows Charlottesville. He went on to say that America’s racial divide will be overcome by all of the jobs he’s creating. Do what? Are you kidding me? I can’t even believe this is real. How about we overcome racism by condemning it and not giving it a place to exist in America.

For the record. I’d rather be one tiny snowflake amidst a billion other beautiful snowflakes, then an abominable snowman.

a·bom·i·na·ble: causing moral revulsion.

"the uprising was suppressed with abominable cruelty"
synonyms: loathsome, detestable, hateful, odious, obnoxious, despicable, contemptible, damnable, diabolical

On 9 out of 10, scratch that, 99.9 out of 100 issues I am not in agreement with Trump. But for me, that’s beside the point. My point is, I choose love not hate.

I speak up for myself, I speak up for my children and I speak up for every human being that deserves a fighting chance in life.

Love Trumps Hate,

Megan

Live inspired. Be empowered. Own your life.

Some people say that there is strength in numbers.  I will call this outward strength or group strength.

My most inspired thoughts and my most empowered moments come when I am alone.  I will call this inner strength.

Inner strength is fundamental to being a successful, purposeful, passionate, healthy and happy human being.

What defines inner strength?

• Self-love, Self-awareness, Faith, Wisdom, Courage, Respect for Yourself & Others, Discipline, Confidence, Pride, Peace, Forgiveness, Humility, Accountability, Willpower, Kindness, Gentleness, Compassion, Understanding

Inner strength can be innate to some of us, others must work for it and unfortunately some never experience it.  If you have it, if you find it, never let it go.  It is the strength that takes you on a first date after a break-up, the strength that allows you to move on after losing someone you love, the strength to push harder when all you want to do is give up on your weight loss goal, the strength to forgive when you never thought you could, the strength to be compassionate and understanding rather than indifferent, the strength to believe in yourself when the odds are against you, the strength to live up to your potential, the strength to fight a deadly disease, or the strength to know when to give up.

I hope and wish that everyone reading this now can find that strength, can use that strength, to take the next step forward.

(I would love for you'll to comment on this topic, it's so relevant to each of us, it's so applicable to life and it is always a work in progress.)

Live inspired.  Be empowered.  Own your life.

-Megan

Friendship - Quote of the Day

DIY - Wooden Shim Masterpiece

DIY projects have a certain power over me.  They make me feel capable, resourceful, independent, strong and so very gratified.  That sounded slightly dramatic - but it's true.

With that said, without further a adieu, I introduce to you my latest DIY...

My wooden shim masterpiece!

Materials:

Nelson Wood Shims/42 Count/16" - Amazon - Shims

2' x 2' x 3/4 Inch Plywood

1"x 3" Furring strips to frame outside

1"x 2" Furring strips to frame inside

Brads - Size 1/2 x 19 (Nail gun would be great)

Nails - Size 1 1/2 x 16 (Screws would work better)

Minwax - Early American

9.5 Inch Wooden Letter - Amazon - Wooden Letter

Cotton Yarn from Walmart

Twine - Amazon - Twine

Tools:

Hammer

Jigsaw - Amazon - Jig Saw

Steps:

-Find the center of your board and start attaching the shims with your brads (1/2 x 19).  The shims are thick on one end and thin on the other.  My pattern is thick, thick, thin, thin, along the center line where they but up to each other.

(If you have a nail gun - it would make this step quicker.  I used a hammer.)

-After all of the shims are attached - they will be hanging over the edges of the plywood.  Use the jig saw to clean the edges.

-Cut the 1" x 3" furring strips to the correct size to create the frame for your plywood.  I attached the frame with nails (1 1/2 x 16), but screws would work better.

-Cut the 1" x 2" furring strips to the correct size to frame the inside of your plywood  I attached the frame with nails (1 1/2x 16), but screws would work better.

-Apply Minwax (Early American) to the entire piece.

I wanted to personalize my project so I purchased a wooden letter from Amazon and wrapped it with yarn from Walmart.

Voila - aint' it grand!

If anyone tries it - post a pic in the comments so I can see it!

Cheers to Doing It Yourself!

-Megan

Grandma Darlene

“Mom - why are you crying - that’s dad’s family not yours.”

I listened to her chase bears off the porch in her dreams, she taught me how to make cheese balls during the holidays, we talked birds, flowers and gardens, we sat and chatted for hours looking out the bay window to the mountains and drinking the tea she always had in the pitcher on the counter, we had a way of laughing together – I always loved her drama – the whirlwind she made over the smallest things – we would both end up hysterical,  we were backseat drivers on many a road trip –and she never forgot the porta potty, we’d walk through the garden and she’d show me her tallest sunflower, she’d point out her favorite goat, she’d turn her nose up at the cows – but even the animals she despised – she couldn’t help but love,  I’d smile as she enjoyed an ice cream cone or laugh when she drank beer for “medical reasons”, I’d cheer as she had a footrace with the boys, I so enjoyed my time with her.

I remember my last visit and the way her face lit up when she saw me.  She never said my name, she probably didn’t remember it, but she loved me – that I could see.  We walked around the yard, like we always did, just catching up.  She told me over and over again how much she liked the bright colors the boys wear, but no matter how many times she said it, I appreciated it every time.  She was repetitive by nature and the Alzheimer’s made her more so – but I always had the patience of a saint for her – because I adored her.

Darlene opened her home, her arms and her heart to me no matter the circumstances.  She was one of the greatest women I know and one of the people I have loved most in my life.  I have missed her and will continue to miss her dearly.  I will teach my boys, one of the greatest lessons I ever learned from Darlene, that family is not defined by boundaries and blood it is defined by love. 

“I am crying – because I miss my grandma - I love you Darlene.”

Life, Death and Everything in Between

The New Year is a time to think about life – past, present and future.   Tonight, the first night of the New Year - I am reflecting, crying, thinking, smiling and writing.  Racing through my head are years, moments, people, places, love, loss, choice, change, regret, hopes, memories, dreams….

The sum of these thoughts racing through my head is life – my life.  The good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly, the happy, the sad, the right, the wrong – it is the story of my life.

As I think about my life, I also think about my death.  I think of it not as the end – but as the grand finale of the most amazing story I could possibly write. 

You know you’ve thought about it – your funeral - who will be there, how many people will be there, what will they say, what stories will they tell, will there be laughter, will there be tears, will there be a song, will there be pictures, what will it be like?

I live with intention and purpose; I am motivated by love not fear; guided by light not darkness.  I hold my friends close, my family closer and I never stop working on my relationship with myself.

I open my eyes to see the miracle that is life, I open my heart to feel the lowest of lows and the highest of highs, I open my mind with understanding and compassion knowing that we come in all colors, shapes and sizes and life has no instructions.

When my time comes, when my eulogy is read, there will be no shortage of stories – stories of laughter, happiness, strength, courage and love.  How do I know this – because I’m writing it – each and every day of my life.  This life was handed to me – but the way I choose to live it is all up to me, I am the only one in control – and I am going to live inspired.

I will leave you with this:

• It’s your life, make the most of it, make it good, make it real, make it memorable, make it magical and own it! 
• If you have the opportunity and ability – spread the love.
• Eulogize the living – don’t wait until they are the only one in the room that can’t hear you – for goodness sake they are the ones that would appreciate your words the most.

I love the song Amazing Grace, by Aaron Neville.  It is soul stirring and the perfect song for reflection.  Listen and listen.

Much Love,

Megan