Monday, October 13, 2014
My Dream (What is my subconscious trying to tell me)
I was in a large city with wide streets and many people on the sidewalks. My group of friends wasn't familiar to my current circle, but we were all sharing a cab together. Just as I was about to enter the cab, I was stopped. Two men in suits blocked my entrance into the cab and coaxed me to come with them. They continued to explain that I had valuable information . Inside my teeth. During a routine dental procedure, they explained, a tiny microchip was placed within my tooth. It was secured by a standard filling. They needed to recover the sensitive information. They firmly grabbed my arm and began to take me away. "Please," I explained "my husband can do it." This statement caught their attention. "It will be much easier for you, I won't squirm and try to hurt you. He can even give me pain medication." After I mentioned pain medication the thugs loosened their grip. I could sense this was a new concept for them. Their eyes looked fiercely at mine in wonder. Could anesthesia really help? Could we recover our sensitive information in a humane way? I flailed my arms and stretched my face as if I were screaming. I explained that I would be hard to contain without proper pain medication. It became clear to them that this was going to be more difficult then they suspected. They seemed to agree and consider my offer, In that moment of consideration, I seized that opportunity. I jumped into the cab and slammed the door shut as the cab sped away. The men were puzzled, how did I slip through their fingers?
Thursday, January 9, 2014
This season as it snowed our house was filled with excitement. We had decided to fully commit our family to snow skiing this year. This commitment required an investment in equipment, but would be worthwhile.
Friday December 27th I took the girls up to Anthony Lakes for a perfect ski day!!!
Saturday, was Justin's turn. They arrived home much earlier then I had anticipated and I quickly discovered why, as Ayla limped out of the car.
I firmly believe that Father's need to be involved in parenting. All to often I see over protective mothers hovering over their children pushing out Fathers. This comes to everyone's expense. Father's don't fully connect with their children and both loose out on valuable life lessons.
With this stated, the moment I saw Ayla limping, all of my protective mothering instincts rushed inside me. At that very moment I wanted to take Ayla under my wing and cover her from my husband and everyone else.
These are the moments of inward struggle. Intellectually, I know accidents happen. Justin didn't stand at the top of the hill and push her off a steep cliff. However, I couldn't understand how this could happen and I was a little angry. My inward battle of motherly protection vs. reason had begun.
I was hoping for a stressed ligament. Gunning to be back up on the mountain within several weeks. Ayla's pain tolerance seemed minor so I thought a break was out of the question, but the swelling didn't go down. A doctor's visit was in order. Upon examination, the physician was hopeful of it only being a stressed ligament. The X-ray proved otherwise. A broken bone. Crutches and a cast for six weeks. This news brought tears to Ayla. Reality of no basketball, skiing, or running was the real fear. Ayla was perplexed that a tibia fracture would prevent her from being the fastest kid in her class.