Legacy

In addition to doing NaNoWriMo this month, yeah, I’m way behind, I’m also participating with the See Jane Write crowd in Blog Like Crazy. Normally I don’t lack inspiration for blog topics, however, I thought I’d sign up for some of the writing prompts anyway. I’m glad I did because Writeous Babe gives some good ones. And, I’m still planning to post my daily gratitude posts too.

But in addition to the gratitude post, I also wanted to write on today’s writing prompt which is about legacy. What do I want to leave behind, how do I want to be remembered, and what am I doing about it today?

Yikes! I don’t even want to think about this because my first thought and response is, “I’ll never ever be able to live up to the legend in my mind. I fail miserably at everything good I want to be.”

For example, I told myself to be gracious if the election didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to turn out. But was I gracious? No. I acted like a complete and utter ninny. I am ashamed and embarrassed.

Another example, I want to be more involved in my community and have more girlfriends. Do I do anything to work towards that? Nope. I am more happy to just come home after work and stay here on the couch either reading, writing, or playing around on social media and watching television with my husband.

Yet another example, I want to be a successful author. This means published author. I want to write books that mean something to someone even if it is fiction. Am I doing anything towards that, really? No. I am only dabbling around right now. Yeah, I wrote 8,000 words last week but I’ve wasted away this weekend doing nothing. I don’t set a schedule to write. I goof off.

Wait, Writeous Babe asked us to share what we ARE DOING towards what we want to leave behind. All I am doing is telling you what I am NOT doing.

{oh!} {epiphany}

Okay then, I don’t have anything personally I’d like to leave behind but I do have children. So, I just hope that we’ve raised decent and caring and kind and generous human beings. I hope we’ve raised them to think for themselves and make good decisions. I hope we’ve raised them to be responsible. I hope we’ve raised them to help others. I hope we’ve raised them to challenge themselves and others when they think something isn’t right and needs to be changed. I hope we’ve raised them to be honest. I hope we’ve raised them to give alms and love the human condition. I hope we’ve raised them to trust God. I hope a lot for our children. I hope they are able to leave a decent legacy for they are still young enough.

And what am I doing to help them accomplish these things besides hope for them? I married a good and decent man. This is not to say that one can’t raise children on their own. I am saying I could not. I have kept working to help provide for them. We exercise discipline when needed; hugs and praises too. We’ve tried to explain and demonstrate lessons of life but only time will tell if the messages got through. Is my example of being a mom perfect? Oh no, it is not. I mess up all the time and I often regret things I’ve done or didn’t do. I tell myself all the time I wish I could go back and do it over. I’d do so many things differently. But, I hope I’ve done enough good for them that they will be able to go out in life and flourish and be happy.

That is my wish and the reason I get up every morning – to try and continue to good for my children and set a good example.

It’s in the little things too; driving the speed limit, eating at the dinner table as a family, taking care of our animals, laundry, house cleaning, going to work, grocery shopping, exercising, eating healthy, going to bed at a decent time, reading, balancing the checkbook, budgeting, saying no, saying yes, asking questions, homework, exercising self-discipline, laughing, and crying. These, alone, done sporadically are not much but done together on a consistent basis will result in something good. It has to. I may think they are not paying attention but sometimes they surprise me and let me know they have been paying attention with their acts of kindness, humor, and love.

I may not be doing big and grand things like finding a cure for cancer, breaking world records by jumping out of a balloon from space, or making and enforcing law but I get out of bed every morning even when I don’t want to; I shower, brush my teeth, put on makeup, get dressed, fix breakfast, go to work, come home and be a part of my family and this happens every day…. thank God! Yes, it is in the little things. Isn’t this what the majority of people do?

So yes, my children are my legacy and with The Gent and help from friends and family, we are all working to leave behind something good and decent. Even with all of our own personal flaws and character defects, I believe our hearts, if we listen, can guide us to do the right thing.

Thanks for reading –

I Love The Rain

Photo by me. The alley behind our town home.
I didn’t always love the rain. Certainly as a child I didn’t like the rain because that meant I couldn’t go outside to play. Back then I didn’t like being cooped up inside a stuffy old small trailer with nothing to do and nothing on our three channels.

But as an adult, I absolutely love the rain, especially when it is a cool, slow, steady rain. To me, it means Fall is right around the corner and is about to be ushered in. Fall is my most favorite season of all anyway.

Sometimes the rain means that The Gent takes the day off and is home. Most of the time the rain brings me joy because it means staying inside, wrapped up in a blanket with a good hot cup of coffee. I may read a book or catch a movie on television. It’s almost like the rain is giving me permission to relax and enjoy a guilt-free day of lounging around the house.

Of course I don’t mind getting out in the rain either. In fact, I was out in it today. I dawned my comfy clothes, rain boots, and headed out for a couple of meetings I had lined up today. Both meetings were writing related so I really didn’t mind getting out to cultivate my passion.

Maybe it is the feeling of dashing from the car, trying to dodge rain drops, splashing in puddles, and then getting inside to a warm dry place where people are gathered together that is comforting to me?

Personally, I think it still comes back to it being September and Fall being right around the corner.

It’s just romantic to be out and about in the rain. When The Gent and I were on our honeymoon, one of the stops we made on our cruise was to Pompeii. It was the only stop where it decided to pour down rain. We were drenched but we did have an umbrella with us that our cruise shape gave us. The kind of umbrella where only one person can barely fit under it? But we shared it anyway and it was so romantic to be in such close proximity to my new husband; bodies touching and keeping each other warm all cuddled up under the small umbrella. We were certainly cheek to cheek, feeling his breath on my neck giving me goose bumps.

Oh yes, I do enjoy the rain.