The Unrepentant Pollyanna

It is high time to change things over here, at La Blog De Senora Hall. Come see the purple colors. They are soothing.

Time to change what I am these days, when I feel what I feel about selling my house. No more posts about it. Yesterday's was the last. I am tired of hearing about it. It's a fact that selling my house is a harsh and often unfair process. It requires me to be passive and still.

Unfair and harsh are part of life. Nobody ever said life was fair.

Thus, I am now presented with an opportunity. This time of wait and want is a chance to thrive. Thrive by breaking open my unrelenting and unrepentant Pollyanna nature. All of this- is a chance for me to breathe. To strengthen my skills of still. To be passive and just let it all happen.



Who I am and how I deal with things is a template. I am the standard operation procedure from which my children learn how to deal.

So let's back up and take a look at the big picture. beep beep beep . .

Yesterday; when I was driving the kids to the park, I reached into the back seat. I began to tickle my son's bare, chubby knees. He laughed, giggled and shrieked. Then I felt him pushing my hand. I thought he was pushing it away.

Then, Mac became quiet. No longer responding to my tickles. He is behind me so I couldn't really see what was going on. I could hear him wiggle and murmur. He was concentrating.

Then I felt it. He squished it into my palm. It was small, wooden train. It's the train he always grabs for as we head out the door. It's the train he sleeps with. The train he would take a bath with, if I would let him. He was sharing it with me.

Then Mac says, "Mommy plays train!!"



This is what it's all about. Everything else is just a distraction.


This right here.

Have a good weekend everyone. Get out and enjoy some sweet corn! It's best this time of year :)