There are many things I do not know. Many things of which I am unsure. I have no clue what I want to do career-wise. I have a couple of thoughts that interest me, but I don’t know. I wonder what my purpose is. I think a lot, maybe too much. Those thoughts range from the mundane ‘What should I make for dinner tonight?’ and ‘They want how much for that?’ to the not so mundane ‘What is the meaning of it all?’ and ‘If a tree falls in the woods on a butterfly and no one is around to see it, does that mean there won’t be a tornado in Omaha? And if so, how would we know?’
Really, I think these things. Just yesterday I was thinking my post titled ‘Nananananananana Nananananananana Wri Mo’ should have been ‘Nananananananana Nononononononono Wri Mo’ instead. I could change it, but that just seems wrong. Yet for all the things I don’t know and may never know there is one thing I am more than a little sure of in this life. I was meant to have kids. Okay, I was meant to have my kids.
My mom believes we choose our parents. Our souls in preparation for coming down to earth take stock in the lessons learned in previous lives and plot out what they wish to learn in this life. Then the soul chooses who will help guide its journey. Now, I know many may not believe this or say that is sacrilegious. I’m not sure if I believe it, but I find it interesting enough to ponder it. It also humbles me to think not one, but three souls chose me to guide them this time around. All three are clearly different, but I offer something they desire. Must be that thoughtful nature of mine. No, I don’t mean nice, I mean I think an awful lot. Too much for anyone’s good, really.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon with Megan. We checked out the New River Mall, which is quaint and found this awesome stuff for body/hair/and a bubble bath at Victoria’s Secret. Not sure how well it works, but it smells *wonderful*. I don’t recall its name. Maybe Megan will leave a comment with that since she has the bottle.
Megan told me how she was chosen to perform a duet, her on flute with another music major playing guitar, during the second semester. She is told this is a high honor as freshmen are almost never chosen for these things. She’s nervous and excited, but what else is new.
I told her about the I-Hop commercial that makes me laugh every time I see it. It’s like the Bartle’s & Jayme’s commercial from the eighties when they were in the plane that was kept cold and one of them sneezed this dainty little ‘ah-choo’. I laughed every time, and usually a tear or two followed. Sometimes, things just strike me funny [or hilarious, even]. It was funny since I started laughing so hard I couldn’t get out the entire commercial. Full on tears, people! I told Megan she will be with her friends and this commercial will come on. She will start laughing as she thinks of me and they will all look at her like she’s a nut.
All of this makes me wonder if my children chose me so their lives would have a lot of inane laughter. I think we laugh almost every day. And not just a chuckle, but a full on healthy kind of laugh. We enjoy spending time together, but don’t hover. I like my alone time just like they do. I just hope whatever the reason was, they are getting what they need from me to fulfill their purpose in this life. When they move on and sit in contemplation of how their life was spent, they find it was a life well-lived. One full of laughter and learning. Yeah, it’s a nice thought to think our children choose us. Makes me feel even more fortunate they are in my life.
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I have never thought of it in that way, and yes it is a comforting thought that they would have chosen to be in out lives. It’s even more comforting in the knowledge that they are still with as, ergo they did not regret their choice.
I also am always thinking things, and can not seem to turn it off. My mind is constantly churning away. I wonder if this is a common trait that resides in the human race.
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Anne
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November 7th, 2009 at 8:30 pm
I know my husband is always thinking, but it’s usually specific to what he is doing – work, kids, food, project [was tractor, now camper]. Me, I think things at 100 MPH and even I lose my direction at times. Since I spend so much time alone now, I think even more. I wonder if this is why some people need to be around people and others not so much. I might need people around as a means to keep my thoughts from taking over. Those who can and prefer to spend a lot of time alone don’t think as much or as rapidly thus don’t need the distraction. Great, now I have another thought to ponder!
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