Our hoop dreams!

They aren’t much 🙂

My baby girl is playing basketball for the first time. She doesn’t love being in front of a crowd, and she is doing something totally foreign to her in front of a crowd. I think that is so brave and cool and amazing.

I want her to learn and grow and feel like she knows what she’s doing out there. I want her to enjoy being a part of a team…working hard together and encouraging one another.

I didn’t expect to want her to win the elbowing war to get under the basket first, but that seems to be a part of this deal and she is figuring that out too! From one game to the next there is so much improvement. The coaches are working with 20 girls who have never played before…bless their hearts.

They have mamas (like me) being helpful who haven’t played much either, although I think my advice was sound. After the last game, I told her, “now, maybe your coach said always stay with your girl…so if he did…do that, but it strikes me that while you are figuring out defense and shooting and position and plays and whatnot, you still can get down that court and get in someone’s way faster than anyone I’ve seen yet – you can use your speed while you are learning the rest.” You guys!!! She did it!!! She DID get in there faster than the rest! Yay for my baby with serious wheels!!!!

Her speed and physical savvy didn’t fill my eyes with tears last night. It was a teammate of hers…this little girl got right in there and got herself a jump ball. I saw like 5 people in her family stand up and cheer like she won the game (we were down by quite a bit). She BEAMED!!! It just filled my heart right up.

Just show up and cheer…maybe toss in a fast break every once in awhile.

Be brave. Try something you don’t know how to do…even if everyone is watching.

So cool.


DZ

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I see you.

If I chose, I could focus on my list of to do’s, the dust, blah blah blah.

I could worry myself sick (no kidding – this is possible) with all that is out of my hands…with all that I just don’t understand.

But I feel so lucky (or maybe just a bit off – but lucky in that all the same) that on days like today, no matter where I stand or what is coming at me, I still feel the warmth of the sun. I recognize the blessing in the midst of hard conversations. If you show up for people and look and listen earnestly, they give of themselves…set a burden down, or share with you about their family. This happened again and again today and I just kept saying thank you. Thank you for the day I woke up and slowed down and got better at looking and listening and really hearing and seeing and connecting and caring. When I place my energy there…somehow it seems to reach those spots that worry me that feel so out of reach.

Thank you if you were a part of my day.

I hope to see you soon if you were not.

All will be well.

One way or another.

❤ DZ

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I voted. Now what?

I can’t find the words to accurately capture my confusion at the indications reflected in poll results. It doesn’t make sense to me. What I do know, is that it mattered that I voted. It mattered that I tried to be more informed in my decisions than last time. It mattered that I had conversations with people I value about my concerns and my understandings and was interested in their perspective.

There were a few things I didn’t do that I might try to do moving forward. I didn’t seek out those who feel differently and try to have a conversation in which we both leave better understanding a different perspective. I didn’t share specific steps with anyone I knew who had never voted before about how to register, where to go, how to decide. It is open to everyone, but it can still be an exclusive and confusing club that might feel rather intimidating to walk in. The confusion and discomfort is a bonus for those happy to make your decisions for you. The people who are paid long after they leave office and paid regardless of how effectively they do their job would love for the confused and distracted masses to stay as they are.

It will not happen. I have faith in that. It might get worse, but change is certain.

What I know to do is lean into my gifts and spend them well and try to be better about connecting and communicating about things that matter.

The sun is shining.

There is beauty in this day.

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Look out world!!!

It’s voting day!!!

I worked out AND blogged all before 7:15 am.

This has the makings of the best day ever!

I am going to stop exclaiming (!). It might be because I promised myself a cup of coffee if I got out of bed to go workout.

Do you ever think through a really great way to address a certain behavior that has been an issue…only to have it come right around and stare you in the face…like you might have something to work on too??? I hate that. I am introspective…and receptive…and I have to learn lessons along with my kids?? Man!

Here’s what I was thinking…there is someone I see regularly (everysingleday) that might (totally does) not have a filter and things just fly out of the eating hole before they are thought through. They are always sorry. We are working on thinking BEFORE we are sorry. I was thinking about how we just never know when our last conversation might be…how when we lose someone, no matter how long we have had them, we would really like just one more chance to listen, hug, speak, you know? Now, I have a worrier, so I can’t let anyone hear, “you should talk nice, because you never know when I might die.” That’s not it…it just made me think of my grandma. I had her love and care and so so many amazing talks and letters and hugs and she was well over 90 when my dad told me over the phone that they were going to make her comfortable and she probably wouldn’t wake up. My world split in two and my heart sort of spilled on the floor, you know? So here I was planning a lesson in care for my kid and it came right back around to me. Am I showing this? Well, I think so…most of the time.

Here was what I came to for a beginning (because mornings can be icky), “good morning sugar…it is going to be such a great day. Let’s choose all of our words with care right from the start, ok? I love you.”

So far, so good.

I’ll let you know what happens when he can’t find matching socks and I’m drying my hair and THEN I have the nerve to expect him to put butter on his own waffle (we KNOW he makes a mess with the butter, but ok, if we want to deal with the mess, he will go ahead and do it).

I’m grateful for each opportunity for connection today.

Have the most amazing voting day and let your voice be heard…you have a story to tell.

DZ

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I am here.

I love the way things are always just as I left them when I return to my blog…just like an old friend…we can pick up right where we left off.

I was glad to see a one blog post a day challenge for the month of November. The write my novel this month challenge isn’t quite the thing right now. Visiting my blog each day? I think I can manage that (please note, I do realize it is November 3…I like to think things through and I am careful not to be a perfectionist, so of course I must begin on the 3rd, right?).

I just left my favorite month of the year. A year ago, it changed my life…the power I found in October. This year my challenge was to love each day and welcome whatever lesson might come. This doesn’t feel joyful sometimes, you know? I did it. Some days were not awesome, but I still put the heart on the day as it passed and loved the lesson and sat with the truth it left behind.

Well, November? What do you have in store for me? I cannot accept mere thankful/grateful/gratitude as I already have that practice in place. I might get somewhere with my grateful books not yet printed. Perhaps in appreciation for my gifts, this is the month where I lean in to my talents and put them to use. One or two might have been allowed to sit idle for awhile.

Yes.

What are you going to do with your November?
I’ve missed you.
DZ

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You are not invisible and other treasures

It has been awhile.

It seems my craving for routine has wandered, but not in a bad way I think.

I have been keeping track of my monthly goals.  I’ve looked back over each month with care.  I am still working on organization and it feels great.

I’ve not been journaling or creating daily.  That will return when it is supposed to I suppose.

I think I’ve been busy living and just trying to be present.  It is good.

Do you ever notice this thing about good?  How it spirals and ripples in a beautiful way?  It does.

It was this string of days that called me here to write…three days to be specific.

On Sunday CNN and I made dolls for Children’s Mercy at church and I made two new friends.  One just feels like my people and another was a 94 year old gift I felt so lucky to happen upon.  Making new friends is so exciting, don’t you think?

On Monday I began serious organizing.  While gathering organizing essentials at Goodwill, I happened upon a 4 year old named Diego at the counter.  He was curious about many things.  He rang the bell because he wanted to know if she really would walk over to him even though she was ringing me up.  He liked the breakable bowls I chose and told me so as he held one (which MAY have made his mama nervous – but not me).  We debated about the van keys and if indeed it really was my van or was I just pretending.  We lamented about how cool his curiosity is and how it sure is too bad sometimes people lose their curiosity.  After I paid for my things and was walking away, I heard him say to his mama, “but where did she go???”  In that moment, being missed by my new friend felt like this beautiful gift.

Today in Jazzercise, the instructor said, “You are not invisible.  I can see you!”  She was motivating us I think.  Yet, I knew I was going to quote her.  What a difference it would make if we tried to see how many times within a day we could share this message…you are NOT invisible…I can SEE you.  I’m going to work on that one.

My kids and I went to see Maleficent.  Go.  Do it.  I need to sit with it for awhile.  There are so many lovely layers of message wrapped about the story of true love’s kiss.

I am taking my grateful pictures and will probably post 30 in one day.  

There is so much love and joy and gratitude swimming about I am rather dizzy with it to tell you the truth.

May you have a most beautiful day.

All my love

DZ

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My Major Rockstar Hero Girl

I have a teenager now.
13 going on seriously awesome.
We have moments of course…
Mostly? Just so amazing.
Awhile back she was talking to me about a writing assignment. She was to write about one of her heroes. Her choices seemed a bit weak, frankly. I asked a few questions and she seemed a bit unsure. I said, “What about your brother?” She looked at me…and started thinking. She said, “oh my gosh! That is totally him!!! He IS a hero.”
Friends, I nearly cried. This bond my children have…it is not of me and special unto them and such a beautiful thing to witness. The love and connection makes me so happy for them. They will always have this.
Anyway, MC has come through so many struggles and life just feels pretty overwhelming for him on some days. She knows this. She walks with him through his storms…we all do. I forgot about the assignment. Until today…
CNN is the last one to get home. She went right to her bag and dug out a paper. She marched into MC’s room and this is what I heard:

What Makes A Person A Hero?
What makes a person a hero is when a person goes out of his or her way to meet others requests. A hero is a person who isn’t necessarily a brave person it is someone who is willing to give up their needs and wants for others. My hero is my brother MC. MC goes out of his way to make other people feel happy and included. He also goes out of his way to help me and my brother BB. MC is so helpful he helps me do chores and he also is very kind to my friends.
MC is 10 years old and I don’t think I have ever met anyone as nice as my brother. MC will have his moments of being grumpy just like anyone else would. MC is also very smart. He knows how to fix things like TVs, radios, and bikes. He also loves to clean when he is bored…he will clean. I think he is considered a hero because he is always looking for a way to cheer someone up or go above and beyond what he is expected to do to help others.
MC is also considered a hero because even if he is scared of something he doesn’t show it he just faces his fears. He also is very good with old people if they are having a really bad day he will put a smile on their face. He can make just about anybody’s day. He makes my day every day. MC powers through his tough days at school and comes home with a smile on his face.
If something gets lost, MC will keep looking for it until he finds it. One time I lost my earring and he found it. One time my dad trusted MC to help put in my earrings and he did and I didn’t feel a thing. MC never gives up. He goes out and helps my dad about every day on lawns and he earns money and then he gives the money he earns to me and my brother and we all split it. MC is so awesome. He loves to dance and sing. Sometimes when I am really angry he will just do something really funny or he will go out of his way to find a way to cheer me up.
MC always cheers me up. I love him so much. Anywhere MC is he is always helping someone or cheering someone up. One time my brother BB fell and hurt himself and MC who is 14 months older picked him up and carried him inside and gave him an ice pack. I walked in the door and MC was just sitting there with BB on the ground just waiting for him to get better. That is my definition of a hero. MC is a hard working kid. He is very strong and he is so friendly.
On Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, my birthday, or BB’s birthday he goes above and beyond just to make it perfect or just wonderful. MC loves to help people and I love it when he helps me because he is just so nice about it. He is really good with little kids. He loves to draw really neat and beautiful pictures for our family. He has a funny sense of humor. He will make a joke sound so stupid and that’s why it’s so funny.
MC is very organized for a boy. He organizes his room every day. He will put his shoes in order of how long he has had them. MC sometimes even makes my brother BB’s bed or my mom’s bed. Sometimes he makes my bed too. He is very bright. MC is my hero because he is willing to sacrifice so much just to meet someone else’s expectations…so they can be happy. MC is is the one person I can trust with all my heart to do the right thing.

You guys…I can’t even…there are just not enough words.
She didn’t talk to me about this at all.
She knows him so well. Can you imagine? To be known like this?? She shared things I didn’t even realize.
I walked into his room to take a picture. The look on his face as he was hearing his favorite person in the entire world sing his praises I will never forget. She gave him the greatest gift…every word told him, “I see you. I know you. I honor you. and oh my goodness do I ever love you.” What more do any of us want than that?
wow, baby girl…wow
🙂

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