Celebrated in the United States for over a hundred years, mothers and motherhood have been honored for many centuries. Mixed emotions and sentiments abound in relation to this day.
Remembering: My mother loved and cared for me from before I was born until she died when I was seventeen. She taught me about unconditional love. I will always remember her.
Loving: My mother-in-law opened her home and her heart to me before her son became more than a best friend. She taught me about acceptance. I will always love her.
Cherishing: My daughter-in-law is the daughter I never had – she is the love of my son’s life – and the best mother my grandchildren could possibly have. I will always cherish her.
Grief and celebration: Over the years, I have come to know countless women affected by motherhood. Every one has a “mother story” of their own. There is grief for the children who are not in this world and there is celebration for the children who are expected to be.
Whatever your personal “mother story” holds, remember and know love.
Approaching retirement, I am experiencing a series of “last” events. Tonight was my last parent-teacher conference. This time of year, we don’t generally see many parents and this rainy evening was no exception. Working an eleven hour day in order to visit with three parents – one more “last” becomes part of the past.
Charlie is my border collie. In 2012, my family gave me Charlie for Christmas. Although giving pets as presents is generally not a good idea, Charlie was (and is) the best gift I ever received.
A few days ago, we went for a morning walk near a favorite waterway. As I enjoyed the sunshine and Charlie busied himself by sniffing along the trail, just feet away this bird suddenly lifted its head into view. Accustomed to seeing ducks at this location, I was pleased to see this new visitor. Charlie looked over with mild curiosity.
We continued on our way, observing the recently flooded areas now re-opened. Charlie enjoyed the smells and the people we came across. I was amazed at how the waters were receding.
As we returned to the original waterway, we noted the aviary visitor had moved to the other side. Charlie took this as a sign that the water-bird was inviting him to sniff the area recently vacated. The bird looked over with mild curiosity.
Fifty-five is the youngest age to retire – which was the spark for this site. Fifty-five is also the age IHOP chose for their senior menu – breakfast: check. Chili’s Restaurant offers a 10% senior discount starting at fifty-five – lunch: check. Perkins offers special deals starting at fifty-five – dinner: check.
Fifty-five is a natural number whose factors are 5*11 and whose divisors are 1,5,11, and – wait for it – 55! It is a triangular number (you are welcome, Candy, my friend.) It is the 10th Fibonacci number. Fifty-five is also (albeit short) a palindrome.
Separate 55 to 5-5 and now we have a date – calendar date, that is. May 5th – Cinco de Mayo – Cartoonist Day – Museum Lover’s Day – National Hoagie Day – and – Revenge of the Fifth. Oh, and also the launch date for this site!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Life can always throw you a curve. Change can be frightening. I turn 55on55 (fifty-five on five five) which allows me to take advantage of an early retirement incentive. Not entirely prepared for this change, I nevertheless am excited about this alteration in my lifestyle. May this major change be a catalyst for new adventures and opportunities.