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Back in time through granddaughter’s eyes

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Three generations on a beach in Greece – history in slow motion.

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Mother and son. Movies and popcorn.

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Mother and son.

Movies and popcorn.


My V-man is occupied otherwise, and my eldest son is out for the weekend. That leaves my youngest son Sean and me with a free Saturday afternoon and evening. Oh yes, quality time!

The weekend is here. What is your plan for today? 😀
Whatever it is, make it a good one!

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My mom called my dad names

and I am so very proud of her!

You see, my dad – almost 83 years old – hasn’t seen a doctor in over fifteen years. His faith in medicine is very small after taking (experimental) sleep medication years ago, prescribed by the family doctor. These pills were affecting him in very strange ways. For example: while driving, he suddenly wouldn’t know how to operate the car anymore. At full speed! Later we found out that this medicine literally drove people mad. So his aversion to doctors is understandable.

Lately dad hasn’t been feeling too well, but he just kept on going and didn’t say a word. Until one day at a shop, mom found him hanging on to a stand, hardly able to drive home. But seeing a doctor? Noooo way. Then the other day, he was holding his head, which – as he described it – was almost exploding. And he was dizzy. And tired as hell.

And that was the moment my mom called him names. Told him she had had it with him. That she had made an appointment at the family doctor and that he was going and that was the end of it. End of discussion. Eh discussion? NO discussion!

The next day, they walked to the doctor. By that time, he wasn’t able to drive their car anymore. The assistant (tipped by my mother to thoroughly examine him) ushered him into an examination room. Ten minutes later they called for an ambulance: dad’s blood pressure was up to 260, and his heart rate down to 38. After spending two days at the IC, he had an emergency operation last Friday. Since then he can call himself the proud owner of a pacemaker.

I drove to my parents’ home on Saturday with my youngest son Sean, and at 2 pm we received the call to come and pick him up at the hospital. Ten years ago you would have to spend a week in hospital after an operation like this; nowadays you are dismissed the day after. But perhaps it’s better this way, because now he can recuperate at home, in a safe and healthy environment.

So yes, my mother called my dad names. But if she hadn’t been that stern and strict, no one knows what could have happened. I am SO proud of my sweet tough little ol’ mom, for by doing so, she saved my dad’s life. Hurrah for strong women!

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Gentle Sentinels


When life’s too much
and tears at the fabric
of your soul
take a breath
and slow down
to the heartbeat of the trees
Feel their blood
dripping gently
through bole and limb
Feel their roots
digging down deep
into Mother Earth
stretching out
to brothers, to sisters
Feel their arms
reach for the skies
gently rocking
to the playful wind
among their fingers
the bark tough but alive
Ground your feet
plant your toes
surrender your weary thoughts
to these gentle sentinels
Feel one
become one
and let go
All life is connected
and offers freely
draw strength
from us all

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Baking. Playing. Wii. New treasured memories.

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How can silence be this deafening? Yesterday my youngest son left for the UK again, taking his charming girlfriend and her two extraordinary kids home. The house seems empty without the enthusiastic yelling over the Wii, the clapping and drumming of Donkey Konga, the smell of homemade bread, brownies, muffins and bread sticks. Without little feet that poke me in the middle of the night.

My son left again, and I’m focusing on the next meeting. Because if I don’t, I will have to apply new eye makeup.

Have a warm family weekend, all of you.

x


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Instant Granny

Family planning. Your partner is your soul mate and best friend. Your children successfully glide through their studies and find a great job. Then straight into grandchildren. Yeah, right. When you’re young, you think starting a family is something you plan. Something you can carefully control. Well, those plans don’t always work out the way we hope or want.

The first time I was thinking about starting a family, I was engaged. It was a magical and exciting time. Young love, total faith and… blissfully blind to signs that were clear to all but me. Apparently an engagement is not always enough reason to be faithful. So when my dream was shattered into a million shiny and sharp pieces – slicing my heart in two – my plans for family-making were put on hold. Dumped in the freezer, stuck in time.

But the cold was soothing, and after a while my heart mended and I did get married. My college friend Suzan and I had once struck a deal: we would start a soccer team together and both have four children. They would be so talented, that only eight were enough for the team. She held her part of the bargain and had three sons and one daughter. I, on the other hand, had to stop after two: my body didn’t agree with my family plans. Plus my sons didn’t care for soccer. 😉 But a family it was.

A divorce and two partners later, again I wonder about my family. What happened to family planning? My eldest son is still at home, but my youngest broke off his education and left the nest to live with his girlfriend. But he did go straight into grandchildren. No engagement or marriage: with his lady, he also got two ready-made children.

So all of a sudden I’m an instant granny. From mother to grandmother in the blink of an eye. I don’t need to change diapers or babysit. England is a bit too far to do that on regular basis, and the kids are already potty trained at the age of nine and six. Family planning, yep.

But you know what? I really don’t care that my life is not going the way I originally planned. Each new experience has made my life richer, stronger. And my sons are happy as they are. They have enough faith to make their own choices in life. And that’s what is most important.

Instant Granny… *shakes her head and wonders*

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Writing101badgeI wrote this for Writing 101: Unlock the Mind. These prompts do seem to work well, for I had no idea what would flow from my fingers. The assignment: To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write. And I did.