One Secret to a Working Mom's Success: Keep Standing

Me, standing in Barbados Those of us who live our lives out loud on the internet subject ourselves to scrutiny. Some comment, "Nobody's life is perfect. These posts must be fake," Those making those comments might even be close to us because they "know our business" and they whisper and gossip and say, "she's so fake".  To those who may read my blog and make such comments, (the trolls) know that I hear you, see you, and completely disagree. 

How You Can Enjoy Life During These Trying Times

Easter Sunday #ChurchFlow

We were blessed with a blessed, peaceful, ordinary Easter Sunday. Our kids woke up to presents from the Easter Bunny contained in baskets. They ate candy, followed by breakfast and got ready for church. (Yes, in that order! :-)) We traveled to church as a family and partook in the service. We visited with family at church, took photos and left. 

Following church, we went to my parents house for an Easter egg hunt, chess playing, napping and dinner. We enjoyed a feast actually--homemade soup, three kinds of meat that including lobster tails, and a dessert of homemade pound cake. 


Being Able to Enjoy the Ordinary is a Blessing


Easter Sunday was everything we wanted, everything we needed and nothing particularly special.
After hearing about what happened in Sri Lanka on Easter Sunday, I am painfully aware of the true blessing of enjoying the ordinary. Those folks were killed as they worshiped  and praised our God. They were the peacemakers and yet, they were slaughtered. 


I learned about the death of a celebrity chef, Shantha Mayadunne and her daughter Nisanga Mayadunne.  Their deaths touched me in a personal way because her daughter was a lot like me on Easter. She was memorializing the special, ordinary moments that make a holiday. She posted a photo on Facebook of her family enjoying breakfast with the caption, "Easter breakfast with family 😊". The photo and the caption were similar to the millions we all posted on Easter. Yet, that photo was their last. 



We live in a world where the unexpected and unimaginable happens. However, our world has had too many reminders that no where is truly safe. There have been mass murders of Jews, Muslims, and Christians at their places of worship in the past year all over the world, including in my community of Pittsburgh. My heart breaks for all of victims and their families. 

In honor of them, and because I them, I am going to try to remember to take pleasure and trule enjoy the ordinary. Indeed, in these precarious times. that is was I want and what I need to do. 


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