All People Matter

This week's post was going to be titled " my favorite things about parenting", and I am still going to write that, but you know when you got something if it keeps you up at night.

I stayed up well into the morning with this post running through my thoughts. And like a writer, had to fight the urge to get up and go write it, and go to sleep so I could work today.

 

 

All. People. Matter.

 

 

It's not my opinion, it's not a question up for debate. It's plain, it's simple. It's true.

All people matter.
 

On a humane level we are all human, we are all the same. Our very different bodies all need the same things to survive, a beating heart and nourishment.
 

On a spirutual level, we all are the same people, who believe different things. Our feelings can be hurt, we can hurt others, we can lie, steal and cheat. We love, we live and forgive.

 

 

But every person breathing on this earth, matter, they mean something to someone else.

On an emotional level, we all need love, and security, and the feeling of worth to those around us in order to thrive.

As a mother and overall very in-tune-with-her-emotions person, I want my children to know this, and to live it.

The best way for this to be a normal occuring part of their everyday lives and values is to live it myself.

To be kind, to people, to animals, to my belongings. So they know that it's normal to be kind, and nice to animals, and to take care of their things.
 

And secondary to this notion to be a harmonic, and healthy and kind to others is the lesson we learn when we must decide and choose when there are people that are negatitve or toxic, or down right mean to us, when we decide that we no longer are going to be miserable because of them.

That they are no longer going to be a part of our lives, due to the pain they have caused, the benefits outweigh the risks of feeling sad due to the loss, and doing so will relieve a heavy burden on your shoulders that their pain was causing you.
 

In doing so, letting go of these people, it is not to say we stop caring, or they stop "matter-ing" as humans, we don't become malicious towards them.

 

 

We are letting them go, we are focusing on our main idea in life, to be happy. We realize that with the negative energy gone we find that those people in our lives who do truley care, love us so intensly, that the loss, isn't really a loss, it's a gain. A gain of knowledge, of experience, and perspective.

 

 

These people still matter as humans. They matter to others. But on an emotional level they no longer "matter" to you, they are a part of a previous chapter already written. In doing this, you are taking the burden of their hurt from you, and returning it.

 

Unfortunetly this is a normal occuring motion in our lives, as humans we have to let others go.

And it will be a hard lesson to learn, when they find that someone whom they thought loved them unconditionally did in fact have conditions, and they were met.
 

It will make them stronger, and smarter, and that much more caring as humanitarians.

 

 

There is value in the process of letting these people go, learning to trust yourself, and seeing the world in all the colors it has.

Autumn

 

 

I'll never understand why people don't like fall,

my husband, bless his heart, falls into the catorgory of those who find fall depressing, becauce leaves are dying, and air is cool, and maybe even because the days of not wearing a shirt and bass fishing whenever you please are over for the year.

 

Cousins, Cole, Austin and the birthday boy, Joaquin

 

 

 

Me? I love fall, I love the air, I get to wear sweaters, and fleece and cute hats.

I love the colors, some of the most beautiful colors god created he saved for fall,

the hues of orange and red and all the yellow? I mean Spring has its beauty, don't get me wrong,

But fall takes the crown... by far!

 

When fall comes, not only is the season litterally changing, noticably, moreso in Maine. But our own seasons change as well, no more are the beach trips and late night campfires, now is the time for orchards and late night movie nights cuddled with your loves, your house filled with the aroma of fresh baked pies.

 

Fall really comes at the greatest time, yes summer is over, but fall comes to settle us in for the long and magical winter before us.

 

It's really a slow and easy sort of transition, and

 

it.is.beautiful

 

 

 

School.

When I think about school, and the fact that my first baby goes there, and rides the bus and has school lunch, I admit I get alittle nervous with thoughts that look like are the kids nice, does he have friends, is he nice, does he eat... and the list goes on for miles until I exhaust myself with the worries and accept that nature will know exactly what to do.

Change is inevitable. I know.. you know.. but when it comes down to it, it is hard, it is scary.

And knowing that this is right, and good is easy to say, but not as easy to live.

I know he is learning so much, and growing as his own person, and I embrace that fact like it's going out of style.

I accept my baby is growing up, I hold on dearly to the memories we've made thus far in his short life, and know that I molded him into the person he is.

That is something to be proud of, and I am very proud to be this boy's mamma, and his first love, and first teacher.

And now is the chapter of homework, new friends and a whole lotta new stuff he learns..


One thing, however that will NEVER change is my love for autumn.

nu-huh, no way no how.
 So I am off to decorate my brand new house with my soft orange tones, and gourds, and leaves.

I will leave you with my most favorite story Austin as learned at school:

Austin got off his bus, and like most days came in for a snack, Dad open his folder to read his teachers note. It  stated  that the class started "groups" at school, and each child is either in the apple, pear or pea group. It said make sure to ask which group your student is in

Keith asked Austin, what group he was in.

Austin replied " what's a group?"

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