- well, 2007 has been challenging to say the least.That noted, if you were to ask our boys, 2008 is shaping up to be a Very Good Year! A brief explanation before I move on. The oldest one, being Thirteen ((in the middle here)) has started his grumblings about posters, decorating his room and the like. Now let me point out that he is a very good boy, and generally doesn't ask for much; so when Sara brought these requests to my attention, I was a little surprised, but willing to talk about acceptable material. Respecting Sara as the only woman in the "locker room" we tend to call home, will always be our primary concern. We've felt that they need, first to respect their mother, with that in place, respect for women should come naturally. Let me say here, "so far, so good". I'm happy to report that the random act; of holding the door open for a lady is getting to be fairly common place! A little contradictory eh? Well I want it to be that way. When it becomes second nature and not so random, then I've accomplished something. It's a thin line between, objectifying women, appreciating beauty and just plain being male. The bottom line for us was Sara having a say as to what goes into their rooms. Their mother would be the deciding factor. Sports Illustrated has traditionally been tasteful, and we agreed "parentally acceptable". You can see the disappointment in their faces, it's palpable isn't it!
-We want them to embrace their boyhood after all, Celebrate their masculinity !
- Looks to me like their Celebrating Something! ...
You ever, start something and wish you'd been doing it for years!? Yeah your seeing where I'm going, take sobriety, I've yet to meet anyone who's been successful and not felt that same small regret; "Why didn't I figure this out ten years ago?". Mindful meditation, Why couldn't I have begun practising in my late teens, or early twenties? Well, blogging has become my latest, "I wish I woulda". These holidays have proven to be some of the best we've had. The way this year was closing out it sure didn't seem like it would go that way. The boys loved their Christmas morning, as did we. I felt pretty good for the ride down to Sara's parents too. Aside from Sara, and the kids, these are my two favourite people on the planet. Without fail, we arrive and I dread the thought of having to leave. It doesn't ruin my time though. Don't mistake my heavy heart for doom and gloom. I just like being there that much. I got medicated, and Sara drove back. It went very well. Since being in Aylmer, we've experimented with changing up our route to and from the 401, we've found some county roads that cut our drive time down to probably 1hr. 45min. straight through. It's been a real improvement. We were able to visit with a family member we've not seen in a while and enjoyed the time beyond description. Although, a little too long in the hot tub for Jack, and he needed a nap once home! I have no idea what 2008 holds in store, and I've no sense of fear, or trepidation. It really is like a "Bring it on", kind of feel. I would love nothing more than to find a way to write for you all the time, maybe even commit to a daily piece. I feel it as a calling, I would love to be attending meetings more consistently. The years where I was really working hard for the Tuesday night group in Sparta were some of the best in memory. I pray that my higher power can really provide, lead and direct me to the next step. I will once again ask you all to share, comment, give me some feed back. Good, Bad, anything at all. WSIB, truly has the reigns here. It would seem that their word will undoubtedly be the last. This R.E.C. ((Regional Evaluation Centre)) is a little curious. I just hope that things will continue to move along as seamlessly as they have thus far. You see the pictures, I am blessed, and I thank you all. WE, this Gaudette family, hope and pray that everyone whose eyes touch this Blog site; will benefit from it. We long for each of you to have a safe, joyous, and prosperous 2008. - This we pray for you ...
Native American Prayer
Oh, Great Spirit; whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me. I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people. Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy - myself. Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes. So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my Spirit may come to you without shame.
(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)
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