Venting

Okay. Still figuring this whole blog thing out. Is it going to be funny, serious, editorial, pages and pages of stories about the little man? I don't know, and that has kept me from posting. That, and the fact that I feel like I have so many thoughts and ideas to put out there right now keep from doing anything at all. Plus I really want music on my page and I don't know how to do it.
For those of you that don' know, I'm a worrier. It's a horrible habit. I have tried many times to break it. Just when I think I've made some progress, here we go again. I have the typical fears of worries of any mother and wife. I want my family to be safe, healthy and happy; however, I worry A LOT about the state of this world. What is going to be left for my son and his children? The selfishness and self-centeredness is suffocating. I call it the "it's my world and your just living in it" syndrome. You can see it everywhere: on the road, at the grocery store, in coversations with friends and neighbors. I mean people actually think that they are so important that they need to read/text and drive at the same time. Who cares if there is a mom with a car full of kids that you could accidentally hit head on! I guess the whole reason this whole attitude of society even worries me is that I don't know how to overcome it or teach my son to overcome it. Does it ever seem easier to just move out into the country, no neighbors, grow your own food, work at the hardware store, go to church on Sunday and just forget about all this other junk? Okay..I'll try to make the next post funny!

just bubbles?

Sunday, after a great afternoon of ham and Easter egg hunting, our sweet Owen was playing with his cousin. They were swinging, running and having a great time, when all of a sudden Owen says to Bailee, "Hang on just a minute. I need to go blow some bubbles." Just picture it. Here they are in the middle of doing something that they consider of utmost importance, playing, when he stops in the middle of it all to blow bubbles! His dad and I couldn't get over it! How funny! Then, it started a very interesting conversation.
What if adults behaved in the same way? "Hang on just a minute. I need to pull the car over so I can blow some bubbles." "Hey Boss! I'm gonna take a quick break from all this work. I need to go blow some bubbles." Just picture it!
I know it was just boy outside blowing bubbles, just bubbles. But, what if we went through the day with the mind set of stopping in the chaotic rush we all seem to be in to enjoy something truly delightful?
I know it was just bubbles.