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It’s Okay

My mom told me a story once.  It was about me in grade school.  My teacher, Mr. G, told my mom what happened.  He said he was helping me zip up my coat and the zipper broke.  He said, “Oh, Susan, I’m so sorry” and he said he felt really bad like it might be his fault.  But he told my mom that I made him feel so much better.  I just looked at him and calmly said, “It’s okay. My mom won’t be mad.”

This story has always stuck with me. Now that I’m a Mom I realize she shared that story with me because she is proud of that moment.  I couldn’t have explained grace or kindness at that young of an age but I knew it because my mom taught me.  Just by the way she lived.

I want to be that kind of mom.

As you know, we moved to Texas a few months ago and it has been amazing.  I am  processing so many things, it’s tough to write about it.  I start and stop because there is so much to say and I want to say it all but I don’t think it’s time yet. Does that make sense?

Anyway, I’ve been trying all along to just roll with whatever is going on.  I don’t always succeed.  I’ve been saying, “It’s okay” to the kids a lot.  I’ve been showing up, meeting people, asking questions, laughing, staying open, trying to manage my expectations.  All along, saying to my kids, “it’s okay” and trying not to fly off the handle at the little things.

The other day I went grocery shopping and the refrigerator was loaded to the max.  I opened the door to get something out and strawberries and blueberries flew everywhere! I was not calm.  I yelled, “OH S**T – NO -UGH!”

You know what happened?

All three of my kids came running.  They saw me on the floor and they got down with me to pick up the fruit.  They said, “It’s okay Mom”, “It’s no big deal Mom”, “Don’t worry, we can wash the fruit Mom”.

I couldn’t have been prouder at that moment.  Or more grateful.

I will remind them of that story one day.

The way they offered me kindness and grace and understanding.

It was just a tiny moment, but to me…it was huge.

I don’t know where they will go to college or what their jobs will be or who they will marry or where they will live.

But I do know they will be okay.

They know it too.

And that gives my heart rest.

©2014 Sue Bidstrup, Great Big Yes™, All Rights Reserved

 

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Big Change

Oh my gosh you guys.  I mean…y’all.  Big news over here.  We are moving to Texas!

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We’ve always lived in Illinois so this is a huge change.

Did you get my references to Big and Huge? They say everything is bigger in Texas.  So it’s a good thing I named this blog Great Big YES!

I actually feel like this is one of my biggest YES! moments. We are running toward something that feels really amazing. Stepping into what God is doing with trust and anticipation. It feels right. Exciting. Like God is up to something. Which of course He is.

There’s a lot to do. Which is why I’m writing in short, clipped, grammatically challenged sentences.

My friend said, “You know what you need to do first, right?” and I answered, “Yes, buy cowboy boots.”

That’s apparently not what she meant.

I wonder if other people are like me. When I have something big to do, I buy a planner and a binder and new college lined paper so I can get organized.

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Is that weird?

A waste of time? Money?

It’s so pretty though, right?

It’s funny what we do to feel safe. To plan. To organize. It’s interesting what we think we “need”. I’ve realized I don’t need much. As long as I have Jesus and my family, I’m good. Wherever we are together, we are home.

My friend sent me this and I love it! It seems pretty appropriate right now. say yes

I’m looking forward to this dance.

I’ll be wearing my cowboy boots of course.

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Cowboy boot image and image of Texas from Pinterest. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Dream House

I’m all over the map today.

My daughter is home sick so I’m rearranging furniture and hanging things.  By the end of the day, the dining room will be an office and the family room will be filled with lots of new things hanging on the walls.  I have no rhyme or reason and I don’t measure.  I EYEBALL.  There is nothing that irritates my husband more.

My husband is the guy that has a level which he actually uses as he measures and pencils in and makes precise lines and angles.  I don’t have the time or patience for that.  I eyeball, hammer, hang.  Repeat.  Oh and if I’m a little off, I take out, eyeball, hammer, hang.  My walls are atrocious.  Holes everywhere.  So I cover the holes with more pictures and artwork.  Some may call this damaging the walls.  I call it ARTSY.

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(See, they are a little wobbly and I’m not done but…I ran out of matching frames! what to do? Put one up that doesn’t match? Search Target on line and try to order one? Take down a row?  Hmmm…)

Back to being ARTSY…

I’ve taught my kids this language too.  We don’t say messy, we say COZY.  When we change our mind midstream and start moving things around, we call that INSPIRATION.  When we decide to paint something pink or put a chandelier in the laundry room, that is called STYLE.  We can spend hours standing in the middle of a room thinking and just imagining… that is not a waste of time, that is mommy on the verge of a really good idea that may or may not come to fruition.  But that is okay because we are CREATIVE.

I wonder, do other people want their dining room to be an office?  Why do I love “offices” so much?  My dream house is this…

1.Office for official stuff like school papers and the calender.  This room is superorganized.  I go to the Container Store and go hog wild!  There are cubbies everywhere with stuff like paper clips and post it notes in coordinating colors.  Also, lots of folders and pencils that match with lots of Sharpies.

2. Craft room for glue guns, glitter, paint and wrapping paper.  This room is sparkly.  I spend a lot of time at The Paper Source buying crafty things for this room.  I am glad I already have the heated up thingy that dries glitter on your home made cards…Whew!  at least I don’t have to worry about getting that. This is me in that room…

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3. The photo album room.  There is a comfy chair in here because when the photos come out, the memories do too and I can spend hours just looking and remembering and being grateful.  This is the grateful room.  The “count your blessings” craft room.  This room also has tissues for the tears when I read all the letters from my dad and all the cards I’ve received and a memory book my friends made me on my 40th birthday.  This room also has a phone, just in case I need to call an old friend.  It’s a rotary phone with a long cord so I can lay on the floor and twirl it as we talk for hours.  There is no call waiting…just a busy signal.  There’s a window in this room too…with a tree outside.  You can open this window and smell fresh cut grass and remember.  Or you can spend time up here on snow days.  I think this room has a built in daybed too right by the window for dreaming.  Yes, this room is the dream room.

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4. Computer room where it is peaceful and serene and I can look at Pinterest in peace for hours.  This room has a door with a lock.

5. Cozy library with walls of books and a fireplace and comfy chairs with yummy fluffy blankets because…

I Like Big Books and I Cannot Lie Digital Art by Mom2Maddie99

6. A bathroom – just because it’s a necessity.  But since we need one, we are going to make it pretty.

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7. A bedroom which also has a desk for writing old fashioned letters as if I’m in a movie like “Legends of the Fall” and I’m writing to Brad Pitt.  I can also use this “desk” for brushing my lovely long hair while staring longingly into the mirror thinking about Brad Pitt.

8. A yoga studio.  Yes, a yoga studio. Enough space for me to teach a class or at least have a few friends come over and chit chat while we lay on our mats.  This room will smell good – like lavender and peppermint.  We will have essential oils and a singing bowl and it will be warm in there.  Music will pipe through the speakers – soothing, yoga music that makes you feel like you are in India, not in a suburban house that is full of “offices”.

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8. A kitchen – but mine is special because it’s just pretty.  There is a big round, beautiful table that’s perfect for visiting with friends.  There is a big, crystally chandelier.  It’s warm and smells good and makes you want to linger.  There is a couch in there too.  And books.  Not cookbooks, just books.  It’s all about eating but not cooking.  There is a refrigerator but no stove or oven.  Everything magically appears on the table ready to eat.  I need this because I’m so busy being CREATIVE that I don’t have time to cook. However, there is a coffee pot and a cookie jar and they are always full.

We're in love with these Coffee and Cookie Brownies.

So this is my dream house.  Now you know.  Today I will be trying to bring at least one little aspect of that dream to fruition.

I better get some more coffee and my hammer…

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