Ordinary Miracles

Singer/songwriter Amy Sky wrote a song called “Ordinary Miracles”.  It’s about her children and the everyday miracles that come with motherhood…a child taking their first step, riding a bike, driving a car, falling in love.

It takes me back to my own experience of raising my two sons who are now young adult men.  How I cherish those step by step moments of their growing up.  How was it that I was given the greatest gift of being their mother?  Me, mothering, nurturing, and teaching them how to be good human beings.  Gratifying beyond belief.  I sure do miss those early years.

They have both grown up to be fine young men.  I’ve had to take a back seat (sometimes literally).  However, I’m still there for them, but in a different way.  I like to think of myself as a “Jimmie Cricket”, the little conscious on their shoulder.  Guiding and steering them in the right direction when needed.

Sharing my life with these two boys have been beautiful, gratifying, and awesome.  Indeed, ordinary miracles.

Loosing my brother

Losing my youngest brother Aldo to cancer when he was just 31 years old was one of the hardest things I’ve been through.   I’m constantly remembering him as a little boy with his charming and beautiful personality.  Aldo was one of those “really great” kids – a “good boy”.   Always trying to make you laugh with his wonderful sense of humour and goofiness.  He was loved so much by all his six siblings.  Being that 5 of us were female, I think we each kind of mothered him in our own way.  Everyone had their own special relationship with him.  He left behind a beautiful little boy who is now a young teenager.  I find myself looking for glimpses of Aldo in him, and each time I do, it makes me feel like he’s still here with us.  I miss my baby brother so much.