I was 49 and 3 days years old when my son pointed out a Lexus with a back wiper that came down from the top.
Why don’t all wipers come down from the top?
The wiper was hidden up at the top under the overhang of the car. I didn’t even notice it! It wiped away the equal amount of the window as a wiper coming from the bottom, so why don’t all cars have this?
Imagine scraping the snow off the window in the winter without a wiper to contend with at the bottom?
Imagine not having that back wiper sticking out to grab onto an oversize sweater you are wearing?
Imagine less wear and tear on the wiper as it doesn’t sit in the snow/rain/hail/sun every single day?
I am guessing in the next few years that every single car will have a back wiper that comes down from the top, unless someone can tell me some negatives from this really revolutionary idea.
And that’s my random thought from this week.
Have a sunny, relaxing Sunday and love what you do.
More today, now than ever, we need connections and people to mentor us on our life journeys. Between the smoke and mirrors of social media and the messages being portrayed in movies, streaming and in advertisements, finding our individual growth journey is more important than it ever has been. Slowly, we are inundated with the perfect lives, the neatly wrapped up stories and lives that are missing connections with the people breathing all around us. We have forgotten to look around. We are often looking at our phone missing the people around us.
See the beauty around you.
See the beauty within.
As I thought about people who have helped me become the “flower” that I am: colourful, a bit tattered at the edges, long, strong and loving life amongst my other flowers, I have realised that there have been four key people who have helped me on my journey.
Donna S, one of my mom’s very best friends, has been my soil. She has provided nourishment at the right time of my life. She has always held space and made space for me to be me. I have never felt judgement from her, ever. Donna has been the ground that I could stand on when growing. She, too, was married to a Principal, worked in a care giving position as a nurse and chose to be a stay-at-home mom. Donna is also a mom of three children. She makes the very best zucchini sticks, fresh from her garden. It never fails on my birthday that I will receive a birthday card from Donna. A handwritten card will often show up at other pertinent moments, like my first year of University and my first time living alone, I received a card in November. I will never forget sitting on my dorm room bed, reading the card and crying because someone remembered me and thought of me. Isn’t that a nourishing thought? Where would I be without this soil beneath my feet provided by Donna?
Who loves the sun? Jean R. was my “University mom” and she was my light and sun during my growth as a university student. She showed me how to live a life of freedom being exactly who you are. Jean gave me physical and spiritual food and she showed me how to tap into God’s love and grace. She had created beautiful rituals around the holidays and always had a handful of people home for the holidays, unrelated, but always at home at Jean and Joe’s. Jean was married to an Engineer and is also a mom of three. She, too, chose to be a stay-at-home mom and raise her three children while having a hairdressing studio in her basement. She was also the person that gave me light on my wedding day by doing my hair. Where would I be without this light-filled person in my world?
Now enter into my life, water in the form of Hilde W. or Mrs. White in English. She came to me in a season of tremendous growth, early in my marriage. Hilde was my German mom and also a mother of three. She showed me how to soak up new ideas and how she literally turned a century old barn into a thriving hotel and restaurant in a village the population of an elementary school. Living in room 25 of her hotel, she also taught me how to cook pizza on a wood oven outside and load a mean dishwasher. She was open and accepting and poured great love into both us. She watered us on a daily basis with her kind words, big ideas and hard work. What would I be without watching this clear living water pour from Hilde?
Lastly, I end with my mentor who has breathed life in me from the very beginning. She was my mom’s fellow ‘hockey wife’, one of her best friends and Wendy knew me when I was in my mother’s womb. Wendy is also one of the first people that all my boys met when they were born. She taught me how to show up in live, just be and breathe. Wendy also reminds me never to forget to laugh. She showed me how to live the gift of grief when she lost her husband in a car accident when I was in my teens. Wendy gives the very best gifts! Through her actions and her words she is like a breathe of fresh air and her hugs, ah her hugs, they literally give you life. Wendy helped in the family business, worked in schools, but mostly loved on her three children. Where would I be without seeing Wendy live with full life with full breathes and have so much fun? O’Wen!
All of us are flowers getting ready to bloom. We just need to remember or find those that are nourishing us as soil, sun, water and oxygen. I wonder who those people are for you. Conversely, I wonder who you could be those things for.
Moms of three.
Filled with light.
Overcomers of loss.
All very important elements and role models for me to have to truly bloom.
Note: For the article that inspired me to write this post, take a look at this article. Thanks Wendy W. for the inspiration, my fellow flower!