I am quite behind on my Do Good Summer Reading Challenge posts. I could offer up an excuse about my kids being sick or my computer crashing, but in reality, I was simply enjoying my time with my family. On Wednesday, my mom and I saw Once on Broadway. Seeing a live performance is always fun, but this was made much more special because we know the little girl who played Ivanka. Thursday, we relaxed and played as a family. Friday we jumped waves and floated on a lazy river at a water park. The long holiday weekend culminated with fireworks on the Delaware River tonight. It has been busy and this blog has been neglected, but I am going to make up for it in the next couple days. Here’s a start:
Day 8: You may not know that I enjoy golfing. My husband trained me to be his golf partner and it is one of our favorite things to do together. I was out on the golf course when I was 5 1/2 months pregnant with Josie and I am pretty sure it was the best golf I ever played. We don’t get to play nearly enough, but I envision us getting back to it now that we are done making babies. So, today, when I encountered Now On The First Tee via the WordPress Reader, I was intrigued. And then I read the post 5 months… which led me to the very first post This is Why. What I found was a young man, passionate about the sport of golf who is dealing with the loss of his father. This young man is following his dream of playing on the professional circuit and doing it not only for himself, but also for his father. I am rooting for him.
Day 9: Wow! Talk about an inspiration! The blogger I discovered today actually found me in two ways. He followed my blog and he was also nominated for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award by Miss Happy Spirits. To be honest, I am not really sure what took me so long to make my way over there. Dennis Cardiff’s blog, Gotta Find A Home, is a tremendous example of how one person can make a difference. By connecting with those who live on the street and sharing their stories via his blog, he humanizes them and calls attention to the plight of homeless individuals everywhere. Through his blog, I am inspired to seek out ways to address homelessness in my region. Project HOME is a well-known agency that provides an array of services to the Philadelphia homeless population. According to their website, on any given day, it is estimated that there are 4,000 homeless people in the city. Further, in 2005, the City’s Office of Emergency Shelter and Services served 14,986 homeless people through its emergency shelter system. Of this number, 9,468 were adults without children, 2,011 were heads of households, and 3,507 were children. It is mind boggling to me that 3,500 children experienced homelessness in one year. Project HOME is on my list of charities that need my help, be it financial or a gift of my time by volunteering. If you are in the Philadelphia area and are interested in volunteering, Project HOME has an extensive list of opportunities. At the very least, next time you encounter a homeless individual, be kind. In the words of Lucius Annaeus Seneca, “Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.”
Day 10: Today, I walked down memory lane with Tric at My thoughts on a page. She wrote a beautiful post, The tales a house could tell, about revisiting her childhood home, the home in which her parents still live. It is at once emotional, humorous and thought-provoking and I immediately felt a connection to it. You see, my family (The Hubs and The Girls) moved in with my mom in August 2012, into the home in which I was raised from birth. My husband and I are sleeping in the bedroom I inhabited from birth through high school graduation. It no longer has the orange shag carpets of my nursery decor, or the mauve walls and pink carpet of my tween and teen years, thankfully. But it does hold loads of memories, though many of them have faded and I am somewhat surprised by how many details I cannot remember. I suppose that happens with time, but now I wish I had been better at keeping a journal or scrapbook of those years. Now, I am making new memories in this “forever home” with my family by my side. Where I used to see my brother’s room, I now see the girls’ room, the room in which Lily first climbed out of her crib and earned her toddler bed. When I look outside, I see the driveway where Josie learned to ride her bike and the sidewalk where Lily got her first scraped knee. Our time here is special. It is full of memories and milestones and I know how lucky I am to be able to return to this home of my youth. I hope someday to settle in a house that my children will be proud to visit as adults with their families, a home that will always be their “forever home.”