Category Archives: Laurinda Wheeler

January 15 – Kitchen Window Thoughts

by Laurinda Wheeler

This morning I caught myself, as I often do, staring out the kitchen window as I puttered my way around; washing dishes, putting things away and tidying the counters. My mind began to drift as I realized that what I was seeing is not my own, in many ways, nor is it what I wish to see.

I wish for the simpler times; simpler in ways that seem to justify the hard, back breaking, painful side that also fully encompassed that life. Worries and concerns that were, perhaps, life threatening, changing, but real. Work, a lot of it, that fostered true appreciation for what was had, held, cherished, consumed.

I think about how different, how special, beautiful and healthy this world could be if only things were just a little simpler, not to be confused with easier.

Later, as I walked down the street, a quick trip to the corner store, my mind was still challenging the world, weaving words together, thoughts I wanted to get out, when I began to take in the sounds of cars that were passing by; the whiiiirs of motors, the constant whispers, shelu, shelu, shelu, as tires tread through the muck of melting snow, the sudden blast of muffled music as a car speeds past.

And then, I was standing in the middle of an intersection, having been narrowly missed by a car that had mindlessly sped through the red light, as it came to a stop only two feet beside me.

The thoughts swirling around my mind cemented as truth.

The way that we are living should be different…

…it should be nothing like this!

Laurinda is a Stay at Home, Homeschooling Mom who is always trying to find time to write. She is also a contributor in SCN President, Pat LaPointe’s recent book, The Woman I’ve Become.

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January 27 – Happy Birthday Mom

by Laurinda Wheeler

Each year, as my mom’s birthday approaches, I think of the young woman who gave birth to me. She was just 19 years old when she had me. I think of the details that I do know of her life at that time and I ponder the things she must’ve felt, dreamed of and longed for. I think of the things that may have brought her feelings of fear and doubt, maybe there were even feelings of regret. I think of the life that she has lived; where her journey has taken her so far and the strength that has kept her pushing forward and upward.

Sadly, I don’t have a specific memory of any birthday celebrations for my mom. We never had a party, and I don’t even remember having a cake for her on her special day.

I have a distant memory of going shopping in search of the perfect angora sweater; those were her favorite back then, but I don’t recall giving it to her.

I do have a vague recollection of, what I assume was, her getting ready to go out for a special birthday dinner with my dad, and I can see the red dress that my mom was wearing.

Although mom’s dress was red instead of blue, it was similar to the one in this picture; it had buttons from the neck down to the bottom of the skirt and a matching belt. I always believed it to be one of her special dresses.

I can almost still smell her perfume. Intimate. I remember that I felt hesitant to call it by name; I was afraid that it was a bad word for a young girl to use! I loved the feel of the rounded glass in my hands; in my adult mind’s eye, I would now use the word “sensual” to describe the feeling of that bottle in my young hands, as I softly and slowly ran my fingers over it. The image of the couple intertwined on the front of the bottle only added to that taboo feeling that consumed me when I was allowed to handle mom’s perfume.

I don’t know if that little glimpse of memory is even correctly connected to my mom’s birthday, but that is where the image has rested.

On this day, her day; I realize what an amazing woman and mother (and now grandma!) she has been and grown to become in the 32 years that I have known her. She continues to surprise and amaze me every day with all that she does. She not only chases her hopes and dreams, but she is well on her way to accomplishing them all; plus a whole lot more than I am sure she ever could have imagined!

Happy Birthday Mom!
Thank you for being you. I love you.

Laurinda has three beautiful step-children, and is currently staying at home with her beautiful two-year-old daughter! She has been inspired by her mom to get back to her writing. Laurinda blogs at Seasons of Life.

January 5 – Two Years Ago Tonight


by Laurinda Wheeler

It’s hard to believe that two years have passed by already…

Two years ago tonight, I lay alone in a hospital bed with my two day old baby girl beside me; we didn’t realize, and no one offered, that my husband could stay with us. Baby girl was having a little bit of a problem with phlegm, choking and not being able to breathe; in the end it was nothing serious, but as a new mom, I was terrified! Next to us, was a rather loud baby, mom and dad; this baby would NOT stop crying!! When it finally would fall asleep, mom and dad would continue to chat, not very quietly, especially considering the time of night that it was. Baby girl, as she continued to do for nearly a year, did not sleep very well either, being continuously awakened by the commotions behind the curtain. I was exhausted, nervous about being left alone with a newborn, and longed to me in the comfort of my own home, with my husband there by my side. I grew more and more anxious, and extremely irritable; I just wanted to take my baby and walk out of the hospital!!

Finally, after very little sleep, it was morning! I called home, excited to find out when hubby and mom would be coming to get us; not, of course, thinking of the time it would take the doctor to come around, or what the reaction to my legs would be. Unfortunately, by morning, my legs, ankles and feet had swollen up to a rather large and uncomfortable size. When the doctor finally came around to see us, several hours after I had anticipated, there was a great concern for what was going on with me; baby girl had been deemed healthy enough to go home. We had to wait even longer as I was being sent for an ultra-sound to clear the possibility of a blood clot.

At last, time for our new little family to go home! The concern with ladybugs choking etc., the insecurities, all soon disappeared; taken over by the routine of our new life with a baby, the natural and instinctive take-over that happens.

Now, we sit here, two years later. Baby girl is not so much a baby anymore. She’s now a toddler, a little girl; a child with a brilliant mind all her own. Independent and strong-willed, learning so many things so quickly, developing her personality, and discovering her very distinct “likes” and “dislikes”. Our beautiful, precious little girl…

Laurinda has three beautiful step-children, and is currently staying at home with her beautiful two-year-old daughter! She has been inspired by her mom to get back to her writing. Laurinda blogs at Seasons of Life.