On Birthdays | On Balance

I had no idea what this birthday would bring. The Professor kept suggesting that I not make plans;  so beyond taking the day off and hoping to be on the water in my kayak, I obliged. The day began with sweet whispered greetings of “Happy Birthday Mommy” from Ian; and encouragement to “get up and see what we have for you” from the Professor.

While enjoying excellent coffee I opened the birthday presents with Ian assisting and running around all excited. There were three cards. Accompanying Ian’s was a small box, a lovely locket; unique and ready for a photo. There was a larger box. It was heavy … and it came with instructions. First, I had to tear off the wrapping, then open a card, then watch a video… I told the Professor he was bizarre in his infomercial; but really I think he was too sweet. And so, what my birthday brought  on this perfect September day, was a stand up paddle board.

After cutting fresh flowers for Mom; a tradition that I cannot recall when it started; we went to breakfast and then ventured to the Lake. There was no one there – it was beautiful and amazing and I cannot believe we had it all to ourselves!  Because I was thinking I might flip a few times, I left my phone / camera in the car.IMG_0658

The key to standing up on a paddle board is balance.  That stayed with me throughout the afternoon and at some point while I was floating and absorbing the sun.  I decided it will be my theme for this, my 46th year …

BALANCE.  There are about 31 ways to define balance as a noun or a verb.  I think I will adjust the definition as needed; but in short, I will seek balance in life, love, health and time; relationships, family and friends; work and play; nature and nurture; me and everyone else…



heros among us

Lions Club Award Dinner

The Professor and I crack up most days when we catch each other, or even better, when we JOIN each other in singing some children’s program theme song.  In our home it is typically from Jake and the Neverland Pirates, Doc McStuffins, or Higglytown Heroes. We know the melodies … and most of the words.  Our whole family erupts into a chorus that ends in giggles as we acknowledge, “This is what it has come to…”  We recall days of riding along Route 97 in the jeep, windows down, Keith Urban serenading us with “Who Wouldn’t Want to Be Me?”

OK – Enough … Let’s stay with the Higglytown Heroes for the  moment.  The premise of the show is pretty straight forward: Everyone is a hero.  Higglytown Heroes have ranged from firefighters to dentists to snow plow operators to bakers.  “The series encourages involvement in the community, and means to inspire children to consider the importance of individuals who contribute to the world and make it a better place.”  {Higglytown Heroes website}

This is the kind of hero I want Ian to aspire to; a regular, thinking beyond themselves, unassuming kind of person.  I am so lucky to meet these kind of heroes every day. Where we live, in Bethel, we have many heroes.  This past Sunday we attended the Bethel Lions Club dinner to celebrate Dad aka Pop Pop and to some Al, to others Funzi, who was receiving Lion of the Year.  Along with his award, John and Rose Bogaert were honored as Citizens of the Year.  Among their collective contributions – fundraising, sight and hearing programs, volunteering for food pantries.  The lists went on and on.  I remember Rose, (to me, always Mrs. Bogaert) as the leader of my girl scout troop.

What would we do, in our community, without volunteers like John, Rose and Al?  I hope we thank them again and again.