Motherly Instincts

Well yesterday was my maiden post. I didn't get any comments so I am not sure if that means there was no one who read my post or if just no one wanted to comment. There might be a place for me to find out if I had any hits, I will have to look into that.

Last night my daughter stopped by to have dinner with us and brought along her roller blades. We have a really nice cemetery right by our house with miles of paved road that is perfect for roller blades, bikes, walking, walking dogs etc. The night before she came with her roller blades and I rode my bike and she roller bladed (is that a word?) Unfortunately after dinner tonight a cold breeze dropped down on our area and we decided to stay in the house. We had a nice visit though.

Both of my parents are dead. My mom died in February 2001 and my father in May 2009, almost a year ago. My daughter and I are very close and if there is anything that is bothering her from something as simple as a headache or as complex as work related, she turns to me, sometimes for advice but most of the time to vent or have me assure her that her headache doesn't mean she is dying. But today I was thinking, I don't have a mother to call on the phone and say, "hey, I have had this headache (or whatever the ailment is) for a day or so now, what is your opinion, do you think it is serious? What do mother's do who don't have mother's anymore to get some comforting advice from. My husband is wonderful when it comes to being a good listener and giving advice, and girlfriends are great too; but it is not the same as a mother's maternal instinct.

Speaking of motherly instincts. I have always told me daughter no to suppress hers when it comes time to be a mother. I believe that some women, who are trying to juggle careers and motherhood have a tendency to suppress their motherly instincts. If something doesn't feel right then don't push it back and tell yourself you are just being a worrier, it is your motherly instincts talking to you so listen to them long and hard, they are always right. Make the time to listen.

Back when my daughter was in high school I was dealing with a very sick mother and I was off with her on one of her many medical appointments. My daughter had her driver's license and we were just beginning to give her a little bit of freedom with our car. So I let her take our car to school one day because I was going to be using my parent's car to take my mother to her appointment. We had a break in between appointments so I took my mother home to her house so she could rest and get some lunch before her next appointment and I went to my house to check in on the daughter, this was before cell phones were a must. She was do to be home from school any minute. So I pulled in the driveway and the car was there. My intention was just to run into the house check on her and run right back out to my parent's house. As I got out of the car I could her her music coming from her bedroom window just above the driveway and what I thought was a boys voice. I thought that very odd. So I didn't just go in the house and yell up to her I physically went up the stairs, because my motherly instinct was coming through. Now I was in quite a bit of a hurry and I could have said to myself, "no it was just the music, there was no boys voice, I am in a hurry, I don't have time to check this out." But I didn't, I went up to her room. Much to my surprise there was not a boy there. So, I could have said to myself, "oh good I was was mistaken, no one here, just my daughter and her music." Here comes my motherly instinct again telling me, "no you were right, there was a boys voice, and you know it." I went directly to the closet, sure enough a boy. I am almost positive their intentions were not what my worst fears would tell me. I think it was innocent enough, just an opportunity for them to have some freedom as far as getting home from school on their own and hanging out with out the parents around. However, a drug that boy out of the closet by his collar, demanded he get in my car and I brought him home. My doughier was a little frightened, not just because I found out but that she could see that I knew something was wrong even though everything looked and seemed normal. A perfect example of motherly instinct

The Director of Nursing at the Nursing Home where I work took in upon herself to organize a BBQ today to benefit Muscular Dystrophy So she got a lot of people to donate a summer salad and she bouoght hamburgers and hotdogs and rolls for each and then she charged five dollars a person. I hope she made out ok. I contributed a ambrosia salad. I didn't go to the BBQ, none of those salads would have been good for somehone who is trying to loose weight.