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Are You There God? It’s me, Sheila
Milestones

Hey God, How Ya doin’?

You know, I’ve often wondered why there are milestones that kids meet when they are growing up, and why are they so important?  Now that my kids are older I’ve finally come to realize that milestones are put in place to help the PARENT.

I think it’s Your way of saying, “See, that wasn’t so bad.  Now let’s see what else I can throw at you!  How much will it take for you to bend, or break?  How strong of a person will you become by the end of your life, and what kind of individual being will you help to form in the process?”

What a huge task!  Raising a child has got to be the toughest job.  Look at all the stuff we’re responsible for doing:  We are actually in charge of a life.  We have to guide that child through so many facets of life:  morality, trust, honesty, humanity, love, hate, religion, principles, and the list goes on and on; the list never stops.  It’s a constant learning process with no curve.  We either succeed or we fail.

The problem is, though, that we never really know if we succeeded or failed because you never stop raising a child. It’s like a big huge test that You give us that never ends.  Sure, I can get clues of how it’s going – like when they become young adults and how they deal with life itself – but I’m gonna take a guess here – You’re not actually gonna give me the final grade until I meet You again, right?

There are so many times when I’ve laughed and cried, and I sought advice from You.  Sometimes I thought You were busy doing something more important  because certainly You were ignoring me;  leaving me hanging while You were like trying to stop another world war or something.  All the while it turns out that a particular issue was something You wanted me for figure out on my own.  Go figure, You gave me a brain and actually expected me to use it!

So God, here’s how I handled a one of those situations this month – just in case you were busy helping starving babies somewhere and missed it.

I woke up early this morning and like I normally do, enjoyed my coffee – alone – before anyone else woke up.  (That’s my little piece of Zen but sometimes I think You afford me that time in order to deal with what is to come)

A short while later, Kaylee (my oldest) woke up and said she had to tell me something.  (Uh-oh.  When a teenager wants to fess up to something, this normally means that if they don’t tell, a higher authority will, so they figure they better do it first)

“Me and Alex were going to Denny’s last night after work and I accidentally went through a yellow light and I got pulled over.”

(Okay, pause;  deep breath;  remain calm.  Remember, this is not only a test of how I handle my child, but a test of how I handle myself.  Oh, the PRESSURE!  I had envisioned this day two years ago when she first got her license.  I imagined yelling, grounding, and more yelling.)

She continues:  “The cop was pretty nice and said you can call on Monday, because I’m still a minor, and arrange for me (me, that’s good!  she’s taking financial responsibility) to pay the ticket and maybe do community service.”

Tears creep from her eyes and she looks as if she’s disappointed in herself for disappointing me.  This doesn’t happen often with Kaylee – crying.  She even admitted that she tried making herself cry when she got pulled over, but just couldn’t do it.

After reminding her that “had she rolled through the light and hit someone, this would be something that she would never in her life be able to undo” and it would be “a burden you and that person would bear for a lifetime”, and that “your insurance may go up because of a stupid mistake”, I’m pretty sure that she has learned something.  And all this was accomplished without me yelling and screaming!

“Oh my You!”  I think I just passed part of the test!

Til next time,
Sheila

©sheilamburke.com 2009  Conversations with God

Are You There God, It’s Me, Sheila:
Pictures In My Mind

Hey God, what’s up?

I had lunch with my mom, dad, sister and the kids today.    As we all sat down and began to enjoy our meal,  I glanced over at my mom intently engaged in conversation, catching up with the kids.  It was at that moment… that I began to imagine things 25 years in the future, when I’m my moms age.   Having lunch with my children and my grandchildren.  Laughing and carrying on conversations of every day life.   Learning about what happened at school or a funny dream someone had.

My face will be wrinkled a bit but my laugh lines will surely be a testament of all the smiles I’ve smiled… all the giggles … the belly laughs… all the times when tears of laughter rained down upon my soft cheeks.

I will be attentive to each long drawn out story about their day to day lives… and give that over-the-brow look when they try to talk over each other so excited to tell their tale.  Just as my mom does now, and her mother did before her, I’ll be very careful to make each one feel just as important as the other and give an unstated affirmation that the special place they hold in my heart belongs to only them.

The twinkle in my eyes will reflect the genuine deep love and affection I have for those sharing the day.  I’ll get up a little slower or need to slow my pace just a bit, but I’m soaking in the generations that I’ve created and storing this day into the scrapbook of my mind, amidst the beautifully kept pages decorated with warm thoughts of those that came before me.  They would have savored this moment in time.

My daydream suddenly reverts to the present as a tender touch taps my arm, “Gramma?  Are you listening”  “Yes, I’ve heard every word sweetie” and I smile a smile that settles deep within my core and strengthens the deep crevice of my beautiful laugh lines.   I will gaze at my daughters and my son and feel such a sense of accomplishment.  Of peace, of joy.   The sounds of the moment will come through only muffled.  The conversation in the distance as I gaze into the twinkling eyes of my grandbabies.   I will carry this moment home.

God, it is my wish today that everyone reading this takes just a moment to remember their mom.  To create a smile.  To close their eyes and enjoy the scrapbook in their own mind.  To be thankful for those still with them and to be thankful for those they’ll be reunited with on the other side.   Lunches are special.  Whether in reality or a memory.

Love,
Sheila

Are You There God? It’s me, Sheila:
A Non-Catholic at Mass

Dear God,

Okay, so did You see me?!!  I went to the Graduation Mass at the High School yesterday!   Yep, that was me… I was there!    I knew it would be long… but oh my You… 2 hours?   Not quite ideal for a girl with a weak bladder that’s prone to infection.

Oh, and before I forget, thanks for not letting the walls come crumbling down when I walked in.  Then again, it was held in the gym rather than a church, so…..

It was really weird watching my kid walk down the isle in her cap and gown.  Seems like just yesterday I watched her graduate from preschool.

I’ve got to say… not being Catholic… at a Catholic Mass was rather interesting.   They sure stand up a lot at Mass.  And for long periods of time.  Up and down, up and down.   Not cool when Mother Nature brought an early gift this month.

I thought it was odd that the first things that were asked for … were Your forgiveness and tolerance for our sins.   I’m thinking… dang! what do these people do in their ‘off time’?    Me?  I think I would have opened with something like…”Thanks for a beautiful sunrise” or “for the air we breath… nature?”….something like that.  Or maybe a bit of humor.  (A priest and a rabbi were in a bar…) You know, lighten up the place.  But I’m always respectful of others ways of worship so that’s cool.

I had to smile a moment during communion when I could spot all the other heathens and non-catholics.   You know, like when everyone is standing and walking to get communion…. all us non-catholics were just sitting there feeling weird as people brushed by us in the aisle.   But I remembered that my son just told me yesterday that he refers to the communion wafers as Jesus snacks… or… Jeez-its (You know, like Cheez-its?)   So I had to smile.

And the ‘peace be with you’, ‘greet your neighbor’ thing… that was actually quite nice.  Then, after shaking hands with  bazillions of 5 people… something came over me.   (The sudden urge to find my Purell.  What was I thinking?  A germ-a-phobe shaking all those hands.)   I smiled and shook their hands, but I was really thinking… I hope they don’t have the swine flu.

Anyhow, the whole ceremony was very moving… yes, even though I got stuck sitting next to the lady who was showin off her ‘churchin skills’…  who knew every song by heart and sang them loudly – even the songs the audience wasn’t supposed to sing.  But hey, she smelled WONDERFUL!  I so should of  asked her what she was wearing!  She smelled like an alchemists shoppe I once visited.   If I could have nestled my nose in the nape of her neck I would of.  (If she wasn’t the loud singing lady I mean.)

Thanks for keeping those walls erect for me.  Til next time,
~Sheila

©sheilamburke 2009