a True Memorial Day

 As many of you know, I love my roommates (aka sisters of different mothers) to the ends of the earth. Perhaps we were a little crazy a few years ago, and perhaps we had no idea what we were in for from the moment we met, but I am so thankful for their friendship and love.

When Marcia called yesterday, I didn't think anything of it and when she continued to say she needed to ask a favor, I responded without hesitation or thought, "sure, whatever you need!"

Marcia was staying at a friend's house for the long Memorial Day weekend when her friend received the phone call we all dread but sadly so many have received. His son had been killed in action in Afghanistan late last week!

When she told me this, my heart immediately sank to that pit in my stomach and I felt such a rush of sadness at this news. There is always such deep sadness when someone becomes a member of the club noone wants to join...bereaved parent.


Marcia just started a new job and doesn't have any time off, so she asked me to stand in for her and attend this young soldier's service in the DC metro area to include burial in Arlington Cemetery.

My first thought was "absolutely, it would be an honour." Then...the panic attack hit...I'm not ready to support anyone else, I'm still reeling from my own loss so how can I help another?

If Marcia believes I can do it, I will give it my all. Maybe I can even use the experience I have gained over the last 17 months to be of assistance to this family that is so new in their loss.

How ironic/terrible/sad that this Son of America has fallen during the weekend when we remember
those who made the greatest sacrifice.

I do not expect this to be easy for anyone, so I ask that you please keep the Busch family in your prayers. Also if you wouldn't mind, please pray that I may maintain my composure, and offer words of comfort this family.

Remembering those who gave their lives for my freedom!

Hugs,

Sherri

Locker room humor--toddler size

I was a stay-at-home mom for 12 years. It could have gone any way, as Brad and I made an agreement that whoever was making the most money at the time would continue working and the other would stay at home...yes, he's that kind of guy.

I laugh now because at the time I lost by $15,000. Because of $15,000 I stayed at home to change stinky diapers, clean up after running toddlers, chase after naked butts who wanted to go outside 'au-natural', joined playgroup with lots of really cool people for sanity's sake and just lived.

When Joshua was around 2 years old, I signed my girls up for swim classes to help get some of that winter energy out of them. Joshua was too young to join so while his sisters splashed in semi organized fashion, I chased Joshua. Did I mention that the parent's observation deck was connected to the inside community center jogging area? You can imagine how often we narrowly avoided toddler/jogger collisions every class and how frustrating this would become...I mean, I wanted to look upon my girls with that proud mama look at their new found skill and all I did was chase the boy and save him from deadly joggers.

After class, I would drag my exhausted self down to the changing room and would attempt to dress two squirmy and excited little girls while my escapee boy would run amuck in the locker room giggling. He was very fond of playing "hide in the locker and make mommy find me" game...I now know another reason lockers have venting...for ornery little boys.

I'm sure I was quite the sight with my squirmy screaming girls and then frantically searching through lockers..luckily, his giggle always gave me a clue.

The girls' swimming class coincided with the golden ager water aeorbics class and these ladies would change at the same time so every week they would observe my post class locker room run around....I noticed how they always had smiles on their faces but didn't have time to think about it at the time.

One particular week, I lost Josh....I couldn't seem to hear his giggle and the search took on a more frantic turn. I searched through 30 lockers before I finally found him, and I grabbed him up, scooped him under one arm, came back to my bench, and held him down with one leg as I dressed the girls.

A couple moments later one of the aerobics ladies quietly finished dressing and said to me "oh how I miss those days" to which I smiled and responded "you are obviously only remembering the good ones"...she laughed as she left the area.

Now fast forward a mere 11 years later.... here we are and the girls are upstairs and I'm sitting here quietly reflecting on my life and realizing "That was a good day, and she was right!" I miss those days more than words can say, and I would anything to be chasing Josh through walls of lockers just to hear his giggle, open the door and grab him up into my waiting arms.

Realizing that everyday life is a gift is something we all have a tendency to forget, isn't it? We get caught up in the everyday drama and forget how special everyday drama is.

I am so thankful for those memories and I leave you with a thought for those who you love that may drive you crazy today.....today's challenges may be tomorrow's treasures...
" Hold them close, Hug them hard and Make great memories today!"

Big Hug!
Sherri