Friday, May 8, 2009

Mothers Day

My kids asked me what I wanted to do for Mother's Day this weekend and I can honestly say that I hadn't really thought about it.  I find myself mostly thinking about my Mother this week. My mother died May 28th, 2006.  

However for me, my mother really died on July 9th, 1995.  You see my mother had a full blown heart attack and died.  No one  knows how long she went without oxygen.  The paramedics decided to try and bring her back.  They accomplished this feat...  

My mother ended up being in a coma for the next two weeks.  The doctors kept telling us that we should disconnect her from the machines.  My family, stepfather and 4 other siblings refused to let her go.  They laid over her body crying and begging for my mother to come back to them.  I had been the only one in the family to say maybe we should tell her it's ok to go.  I wanted to desperately tell her it was ok.  They all watched me like a hawk never allowing me to be alone with her.   I was only there for a week as we live in Maryland and they lived in San Diego, Ca.  So I had to go back to Maryland while my mother was still in the coma.    

A week later she woke up.  Mind you her EEG showed no brain waves, she was suppose to be a vegtable.  Well she was a miracle.  She was attempting to communicate.  My mother for the second time in her life had to relearn how to do everything.  The first time a car accident in her 20's did it.    She had to relearn how to walk, talk, feed herself, groom herself.  Everything that we take for granted she had to learn over again. 

I was very happy about her being alive, but the woman before me was not the Mother I had before.  She could no longer work, she could no longer be left alone.  She had no short term memory.  She forgot I was married and had children, at times I felt she forgot me totally.  I was 30 years old when that happend.  It was like living a daily death with my mother.  

Her memory of who was alive and who was gone was compromised.  Her own mother had died back in 1990 and after her heart attack she would talk about her mother as if she was still here.  The old man felt the need to remind her that she was dead.  My mother would relive her own mother's death time and time again.  It was very painful to watch.   The woman I knew no longer existed and I know in my heart of hearts that my mother would of never wanted to live the way she did for the last 12 years of her life.   She finally died from lung cancer as she had smoked since she was 11 years old.  Ironically it took her 16 months to leave as she still felt she had to be a mother and take care of her children.   In her mind, she was still doing everything that she did prior to her heart attack.  

My mother was a vibrant woman.  She was a Scot and damn proud of it.  She refused to become a citizen.  She had a very hearty laugh for a woman that was 5'5" tall and weighed only 115lbs.  She had an incredible sense of humor.  An incredible work ethic and a very deep love for her family.  She was a hard woman at the same time.  She grew up without a father the youngest of 5 children and the rest were boys.  she would say it was like having 4 fathers.    My Granny Annie remained a widow the rest of her life.  She lost her husband at the age of 33.  So I know where my mother's qualities came from.  

Her dream to come to America and live a life better than what she had in Scotland was acheived.   I too was born in Scotland,  I was 6 months old when she brought me over.  Now and then I think about what my life would have been like had we stayed over there.  Either way there's no doubt in my mind that all the qualities that I have in me I had gotten from her.  I want her to know that even though she is not here anymore there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her.  There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not grateful that she was my mother and there isn't a day that goes by that I wonder if I'm being a good mother to my own children.   

So on this Mothers Day what I would like to do is to enjoy the company of my family.  Perhaps take a nice long walk in Downtown Frederick and share a nice meal together.  Life is way too short and I don't want to miss any of it. 

Take the time to honor your Mom this Mothers Day.  If you have young children, help them honor their Mom too.  

To my mother...  Ma, I love you... Happy Mothers Day! 

Time...

We just celebrated our oldest daughters 18th birthday.  My husband called me to ask me how I felt about it.  In that very moment I felt a sense of loss and bewilderment.  The loss because for me, eighteen years have literally flown by in a blink.  Bewilderment because I felt like... what the hell have I done in 18 years?  He said to me... "Irene, you've been raising the kids... your life has been on hold for a long time." 

I didn't want to look at it that way.  Yes I have been raising our children for 18 years and continue to do so, however I still pursued my own dreams along the way.  Have I manifested or accomplished everything I had set out to do all those years ago?   Some of it yes, and some of it not yet.  I just can't get over how fast the time went and what about the next 18 years of my life?  Will they go just as fast?

I have promised myself that I will conciously live in each moment of every day.  I will not jump to the future or live in the past.  I am choosing to be "HERE".   

Time can be a blessing or a theif in the night.  Take the time to be grateful for your blessings.  Take the time for your family and friends and most of all take the time for you.   Be here in this moment in this time.   "You are here."  Where else could you be? 

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Inspiration comes in many forms.

Inspiration does come in many forms.  For myself I am inspired by people and nature.    You can be inspired by a friends misfortune.  A wispy willow tree, a child's painting, a lone daisy in a field. 

The biggest thing about inspiration is can you recognize when you are inspired?  Do you take action when you are inspired?  Or are you content to just sit back, do nothing and piss and moan about your life yet another day.  

We've become a nation of moaners.  How do I know?   Every where I go, everyone I meet all I hear people talk about is the negative aspects of their lives.  Instead of embracing each moment in life as an opportunity to be of service, to grow or just doing things because they need to be done.  We feel the need to not only bitch about everything, but we have to tell everyone else what we're bitching about.  

Nine times out of ten if you are bitching about something it's because you have built up your own resistance to it.  

If someone has asked you to do a favor and you agree to do it and then bitch about it after, then why haven't you just told the person "I'm very sorry, but cannot do that for you."   Don't make up an excuse, just tell them no.   Be true to yourself. 

If that person has done favors for  you... then the right thing to do is to reciprocate back.    Always take into consideration, the person asking the favor and the action needed. 

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Who inspires me and why.

There are so many people that inspire me.    My first experience of having someone touch my heart was a man that appeared on the Sally Jesse Raphael Show when I was a teenager.  I think of this man during my darkest times. 

You see this man was allergic to the sun.  He could not go outdoors and enjoy life with his family.  He was so affected by the sun that he had no nose, lips, eyelids or ears.  He litterally looked like a skeleton with a thin layer of skin.  On the show his family talked about his disorder, their struggles as a family and the love they had for one another.  

This man willingly came to the show to tell his story.  He didn't care about what other people thought.  He just knew how much he loved his family and he wanted to shed some light on his disease with the viewers.  I cannot remember his name, however the image of this man taking a family portrait with his family that hangs proudly in their home is burned forever in my minds eye.

I remember vowing to myself back then to always remember him and his family when I felt that things just were too tough too handle.  I am forever grateful for the gift he gave me that day.  

I recently had written to Sally Jessy, to find out of there is any way to find out who this man was. Please say for me that I will find him.  I want to personally thank him and his family for his selfless gift of being.  

May you find your path to greatness...

Irene


Who Inspires You and Why?

Hi Everyone,

I was just looking over my list of people that inspire me.  

I often think about the people that inspire me as a way of helping me get over the speed bumps in life.  We all have tough times and we all need to have that one person we remember to help us get through the day to remind us that we don't have it that bad.

I am currently writing a book  about  people sharing stories of  the people that inspire them and why. Your story can be about anyone that has touched your heart, changed your life or simply changed your perspective of something.   If this is a person that inspires you daily, reminds you that you don't have it that bad please share.  

I ask that you share your story.  

By sharing your story here you are giving me permission to use your story.  

Thank you in advance and my next post will be my sharing of the people that inspire me and why.  

May you find your path to greatness...
Sincerely,
Irene R. Shuck