Wednesday’s News and Thoughts

All over the news the past two days were a 6-year-old girl and her mom, with a video (Mom took) of a shark coming up to the little girl just feet away from the sandy shore. Mom filmed the whole time without intervening. I get it happened quickly, and Mom maybe didn’t have time to grab her girl. (See? I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt.) It’s hard for the Mom in me to fathom not grabbing the girl first. Things could have turned out differently for that family. But by the grace of God go I. I never thought my son would drown, but he did. Revived (several times), he is perfectly normal. Thank God. But by the grace of God go you, too.

In Nebraska, there is a new license plate to raise awareness about childhood drownings. This is not something you every want to witness or survive in your lifetime, believe me. Even though we were lucky that 1. He survived. And 2. He escaped brain damage. The time he was without oxygen (our estimate) was long enough he could have had brain damage. Somehow, the water must have been cold enough (it was a chilly day), his systems slowed because of the temperature. It is by the grace of God we get to celebrate his 50th birthday this year. Yes, I think about this whenever there is a report about this topic. I’ve dealt with the PTSD (undiagnosed) that followed. The mere smell of wet sand or suntan lotion could drop me to my knees in tears. All my doctor (I was pregnant) could tell me was I had to not think about it. I always knew it was more than just get over it. My then-husband said the same. God’s been good to me, and I’ll never forget it. But now I can manage. I can talk about it without crying. The emotions are still there, but don’t trigger the tears, the shakes, the gut-wrenching stomach spasms.

It’s hard not to judge people (parents) whose kids have terrible accidents. I’ve been there. Because of the news coverage my son’s drowning had, a cousin told me if she hadn’t known me, she would have thought I was a terrible parent. She knew better. I try to stop myself from judging. We all have to realize it could be us. Pray for them instead. Never let the words, “my kid would never . . . ” pass your lips. Kids will do whatever they think they can get away with. Even good kids. Part of being a kid is learning to make better choices. Hopefully, you get another chance to. Some poor decisions result in death. Teenagers need to understand this when they drive.

Is anyone else having a bad allergy day in Nebraska? It’s half cloudy and breezy. My right eye feels like it’s on fire, and allergy meds haven’t helped yet. Next step, eyedrops. Hard to do with mascara already applied. Well, that helped little. Trying Mango Tea next. Already took meds. Bear with me! I’m aware a lot of you suffer as well.

I think I’ll take it easy the rest of the day. The symptoms are all better now, and I hope they stay that way. It’s supposed to rain later that should help all the allergy sufferers. Off to drink lots of liquids and rest. Have a beautiful afternoon. And take your Zyrtec! You’ll feel better.

Thank you for reading today. I appreciate you spending the time. We’ll meet again tomorrow. And we’ll all feel better. Be Kind. Be Generous. Help a sister out. And treat others how you’d like to be treated. It’s hard, but you’ll feel better for it. Until tomorrow, be happy as these folks are. “Achoo!”

Wintery Wonder

Living in Nebraska my entire life makes me wonder: What would it be like if you lived where there were no seasons to speak of? If you had no winter, no cold weather, no snow? Many folks love living in California, Arizona, South Texas, Florida, etc. I’ve never lived a winter elsewhere. I hear it’s wonderful, swimming outdoors every day. Confession, here, I can’t swim. I’m afraid of it. Actually, terrified.

The two things which have terrified me my entire life are dying in a fire; or dying in a drowning. My worst fears have come true within my family. My son Nick had a rental house fire in 1999 and moved away to Kansas City afterwards. It hurt no one; he and his partner lost a cat.

My oldest son Frank drowned as a child and lived. Two or three times before getting to the hospital. I was pregnant with my daughter. What a trauma for a pregnant Mom and baby! It is only by the grace of God I kept my sanity. I was so afraid something would go wrong with my baby. I believe in PTSD, and I am sure I had it. Smells of suntan lotion and wet sand would send me right back to that beach on that day, praying over my son. It is a trauma you don’t forget. Sometimes, I can still feel the gut-punch. Grateful still; son survived, lives a good life, is the best friend you could have. He’s mine, right up with the Babe. Blessed.

Frank, Me, Becky, Nick. Eleven Thanksgivings Ago.

Below, left to right: New Jim Shore Nutcracker, My 45-year-old Nativity set (Home Interiors, remember them)?, the new barn doors the Babe built to hide the recess for a TV (Popular 10 years ago), and some pastel Santas, angels, and Christmas tree. ‘Tis the season, right?

As I embark on decorating, day two, I thank you for reading today, and hope you have a beautiful Sunday. The sky is very overcast, it almost looks like a snow sky, as if it could start snowing at any minute. It might. One can only hope! Be Safe, Be Courteous, Be Kind, Be Grateful. It’s the season for us to be loving and forgiving. It’s hard, yet the best give you can give yourself. I’m trying, too. See you tomorrow.