Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Acceptance.


"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived." Margaret Mitchell
 Sometimes you just have to walk away. Remember the good, forgive the bad, and accept that it can't be fixed. And that's okay.

"There are reasons we met, reasons for the good and the bad times, and more importantly, a reason to an end. We have more to learn, more to experience, and more loving left in this lifetime."
More loving left in this lifetime.

Happiness Depends Upon Ourselves.



 The key to a life filled with happiness.
As portrayed by Little Miss.
...
 
Walk Amongst the Roses.


Treat Yourself to a Spa Day.

Make Silly Faces.

Take Time to Play.
Take a Nap.

Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.


...
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. -Guillaume Apollinaire
This is my happy.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Of Mice and Men.

Classes start tomorrow!! I'm pretty excited about this. I guess I'm just one of those weird people that actually enjoy school. (This is a good thing, because I'm going to become a teacher.)
That's not really the point of this post. I just wanted to express my excitement first.
Okay. So, this is about goals.
I want to say, I am horrible about making goals. And it's mainly because I always think of goals as having to be this big thing. Like, graduate high school, graduate college, have a job, make money, get a car, buy a house, travel, get married, have kids.
Last week I took Little Miss to the doctor. She has torticollis (shortened neck muscles on one side that make her head and neck all caddywhompus and make her feel like she's got a stiff neck and back all the time). While we were there, the doctor asked me what my goals for physical therapy were. I kind of shrugged. I had no clue, I just wanted my kid to be happy and comfortable. So I said that. And the doctor nodded and wrote it down. It's a simple goal...but achieving it is pretty complicated. There's a lot of work that Little Miss and I will have to do to get her to be happy and comfortable. So I had to specify what I wanted to see to get her to that point.
Sometimes our goals are as simple and as complicated as that.
I've made some recent goals. Like, I have decided I want to learn how to sew. Yup. I'm pretty excited for it. And I want to do a series of paintings for Little Miss and sculptures for myself. And I will write and publish a beautiful novel. I'm already working on that last part. These are more just for my own enjoyment and sense of accomplishment. They don't really have a time line.
These goals I've made, while not as difficult as, say, climbing Mount Everest or swimming across the Atlantic (I don't know though. Sewing seems pretty tough to me), they're pretty important to me. And so are some of my day to day goals. Doing the weeks laundry and putting the clothes away. Vacuuming the living room. Spelling vacuuming correctly (I tried four times before getting it right.)
If you don't motivate yourself to complete your day-to-day goals, and are encouraged once you do, then how are you going to be motivated to achieve the bigger things?
I guess I have a couple of points here. One: goals don't have to be difficult. Two: being happy is one of the simplest and most complicated goals there is. Three: make fun goals that are just for yourself. Four: the day-to-day goals are important.
How many times can you put the word goals in a blog? I count 14. (Hopefully I counted correctly...there's a reason I'm going to be an English teacher.)

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Milestones.

Today was a very exciting day for Little Miss and me. She rolled from her back to her belly. She actually rolled completely over twice before this video was shot.
It's rewarding for me to get to see her grow and learn. Rolling over is a huge milestone.
I'm so proud of my little girl!

Five Lessons.

First off, I'd like to express how excited I am about my redesigned blog. I love it. I am pretty much jumping up and down and squealing and giggling in delight (all in my head, of course.)
Okay. So I was on my social networking page, and I saw my friend post an article from another social networking site. So, I read the article, called Five Lessons About How to Treat People.
And I've got to say...Yes. I love articles like these. They make you smile and (if you're like me) cry a little.
Particularly, I want to comment on the third lesson: "Remember Those Who Serve." I'll admit, I don't always tip. And I don't always tip well. But I don't think the point of this lesson is that you have to tip, or that you have to tip well. And while yes, I do think that the point of the lesson is to tip what you can (read, do what you can to help), I don't think that's the whole of it.
No, let's look at the waitress in the lesson, and not the little boy.
When the little boy asked how much a sundae and then a plain dish of ice cream costs, the waitress was brusque and impatient. Understandable, as there were people waiting for her to seat them. Still, I think the lesson is to be kind to everyone.
Sure, you can be kind to those you know will help you out (like the customers that obviously will buy a full lunch, not just a measly bowl of vanilla ice cream.) And yeah, I could say, "Be nice to everyone, because you never know who will leave you a good tip."
But I'd rather just leave it at because. No reason. Just be kind.
Sometimes it's hard. I mean, goodness, sometimes you have a ton of customers waiting for you to seat them, and the person who's suppose to take over the dinner shift is late, and the new cook already burned a customer's chicken parmesan, and your kids just called to tell you the dog ran off again, and goodness why can't they call their dad?
Talk about a hard day. Luckily, there is that little boy that will get a plain dish of ice cream instead of a sundae just to make sure he has enough money to leave a tip. That's pretty nice.
I don't know about you, but I feel a lot better when I'm nice to people than when I'm impatient and brusque. Ha, well if you want a reason, that's a pretty darn good one.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Like My Mother Does.


I love this song. Absolutely love it.
It makes me think of all the things my mother has taught me, everything she has given me, all she has shared with me. 
And it makes me look forward to all that I can give to my little girl. 
When people tell me that Little Miss looks just like me, that is one the best compliments I have ever been given. Because she is perfect in absolutely every way.
When I first brought Little Miss home from the hospital, I was so scared to sing to her. I know everyone says that it's good to talk to and sing to babies, but I was terrified. What do I say to her? What if she doesn't like me? How can I live up to what this perfect little girl needs in a mother? I mean, I do not have a good voice. It's not being humble, I just can't sing. Why on earth would she want to hear me butcher a beautiful song?
But at four o'clock in the morning, when she's already been crying for two hours and will not go to sleep, fear and embarrassment kind of go out the window. So I sang to her. I sang Taylor Swift and The Cranberries and Train and The Killers.
And I discovered something. It doesn't matter that I sing like a dying cow. To my Little Miss, it's exactly what she needs. It soothes her to sleep, or it makes her smile and laugh. And I'm happy with both.
She may grow up hearing about how she's just like me, like I always heard how I was just like my mother. I used to hate being compared to my mom. But now, I'm honored. And when someone says my little girl laughs or acts or looks or whatever like I do--and even though I know she may hate it--well, for me, that's one of the best things a mother can hear.

Morning Lullabies.

Well, it's now 5:30 in the morning. I've been up since 3. 
So, let's sing some Morning Lullabies.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Getting Our Shots.

Today I read a blog my friend wrote about letting go. Coincidentally, I was talking with my mother yesterday and she said something quite similar. As I'm staring at my computer screen, thinking Man, this is harder to write than I expected, I'm realizing it's kind of like getting our shots.
Little Miss got her shots yesterday. One oral vaccine and three shots. And it was so hard not to make them stop and leave. Actually, I did tell them to wait and stop, but they were so fast. They were already done and putting band-aids on her. And so I held her and cried with her.
See, she's still a baby, so I can do that. I can hold her and cry. But I know that as she gets older, I'll have to suck it up. I'll have to be strong for her.
As a parent, sometimes you have to let go of your own fear and pain and just be strong. Just be there for your child, just comfort her. I know I can't protect her from every owie. Even if I could, I shouldn't. Because that's part of growing up. Like shots, it's necessary in our lives.
So that's my inspiration. Getting our shots. Even though I have to let go, I also get to be so proud of my Little Miss. And so blessed to have her in my life.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Winnie the Pooh.


Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Little Lion Man.

So, I'm definitely in need of inspiration tonight. Just one of those days turned into one of those nights.
I wish it wasn't one of those nights. In my blog of inspiration...I'm writing a kind of downer post.
I love this song. I heard it a lot on the radio when I was driving to class this past spring semester. I would turn up the radio and just belt it out. And many times I'd cry.
Because, you see, it was my heart. And seriously, the line "I really F****d it up this time" totally applies. Grace, boldness, and courage wasted. Especially courage.
I'm doing what I have to now to see to it that it's never my heart on the line again.
And get that courage back.

Sorry for the downer. Not really inspiring. But still love this song!!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Movie Time.

Little Miss and I just finished watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
Love this movie.
Love old movies.
Of course, I cried. I cry with pretty much everything now. But that's beside the point.
Actually...I don't really know what the point is.
I did Little Miss's and my laundry today! So, I guess watching the movie was a little bit of inspiration to do some housework. Hmmm. Gotta do the dishes. Probably should eat something, too.
But hey, at least I got something done!
And I figured out my point:
If you want inspiration to do some cleaning, watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

Face the Fire.

Okay.
So I am reading this book. Face the Fire by Nora Roberts.
Yup. It's a romance novel.
I like romance novels. No, I like Nora Roberts. I'm pretty picky on what I read to enjoy (and not analyze). I like her writing style. There are way too many romance novels that annoy me (Twilight) simply because of the writing style (Twilight). It could be a great story line, but if the writing is crap (Twilight) then what's the point?
Anyways, that's a little rant. Back to the book.
This woman had her heart broken, so she decided to live alone and never open herself up to a man again. Now of course we know that a man will come along and she'll fall in love despite her determination not to and they'll live happily ever after. It's romance, afterall.
But just reading how she manages to be happy, even with being devastatingly heart-broken, is amazing to me. She may be alone, but she's not lonely.
So maybe that's not the most uplifting thing for a lot of people. But for me, it's pretty darn inspiring.

P.S. This book is the last of a trilogy. Dance Upon the Air and Heaven and Earth are the other two in the trilogy. If any of you want to read it, I enjoyed it.

Penny on the Train Track.


I love this song. And I love this video. This little grandma is awesome. Made my night.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Smile.

Guess How Much I Love You.

I love you right up to the moon--and back.

Simply.

So, I've started a blog.
I don't know how this will work. Kind of one of those things you go into with your eyes closed and hope for the best.
I should probably start with an explanation.
The title of this blog come from a quote by Karen Ravn:
Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.
A beautiful quote. I knew what I wanted my blog to be about, so I looked up quotes. This one reached out to me. So I wrote it down. I read a number of quotes, looking for a good title, but I kept coming back to this one. Bee is me. It's a nickname I've been given, and it fits. This blog is me. It is me in written word. It is my source of inspiration.
There are times when I just need inspiration. Inspiration to write, to read, to clean, to work, to relax. To get up in the morning. To go outside in the afternoon. To do the mundane. To do the incredible.
And so I am creating this blog to inspire. Quotes, pictures, songs, poems, stories, events, pets, family, friends, thoughts. All these things inspire me.
My biggest inspiration is my daughter. Little Miss is the most amazing little girl in the world. So odds are, a lot of my little day-to-days will involve her. Like right now. She is lying in my lap, cooing and giggling at the shadows and lights on the walls. And when I lean down and kiss her, she smiles as big as the sky.
It's the simple things that make her happy. 
Sometimes the simple things are the best things.