At Preschool

This week my oldest child turns thirty. More than one person has said, “Yikes!” or asked if that makes me feel old. Thinking about my daughter turning thirty gives me joy. For thirty years it has been my honor to have this incredible human being in my life. I wouldn’t trade one day of it to be younger.

My birthday girl was a beautiful baby, even on the day she was born with a little cone head. She was strong and smart from the get-go. It’s a good thing too because I had no idea what I was doing as a mother at the age of twenty-four, that’s why. I didn’t make all of my parenting mistakes with her, but she was the beta tester of some of my more lame strategies and decisions. Sorry, honey.

She uttered her first complete sentence when she was fourteen months old.  Her Jack-in-the-Box did not pop up, and she exclaimed with a self-assured voice, “I’ll fick it!” I now know that was my first clue that she would someday do just that in the world. My beautiful, strong, and smart girl grew up to be a therapist. She gives the people she works with in her practice tools that they can use to “fick” it.

Happy Birthday to my baby.

Master's Degree in Counseling Psychology Graduation
Master’s Degree in Counseling Psychology

It Could Happen: Adam Lambert & Cheri on Gilligan’s Island

Throwback Thursday is a thing on social media sites, right?  Folks post memorable photos from back in the day on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.  But Thursdays at Blog This Mom!® are different because we don’t look back.  Instead, we post photos in a series called “It Could Happen.”

Here I am with Adam Lambert stranded with the other castaways on Gilligan’s Island.

gilligans island
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale . . .

Last week, September 26, 2014 marked the 50-year anniversary of the Gilligan’s Island debut on network television.  Here’s a link to an NPR article about what made this silly show a success: Gilligan’s Island at 50:  A Goofy Show from a Time of TV Innocence.

I loved watching reruns of this show over and over again when I was a kid, and later my kids watched it on DVD.  My favorite characters were the professor and Mary Ann, perhaps for their understated abilities and perseverance.  The actors who portrayed Ginger (Tina Louise) and Mary Ann (Dawn Wells) are the only surviving cast members from the show.  One of the show’s themes that these two characters personified was “girl next door vs. sex symbol.”  Who was your favorite character?

The show made no sense, of course.  Why did a millionaire go on a three-hour boat ride when surely he had his own yacht?  Why did the movie star wear an evening gown and heels?  And just how did Mary Ann bake banana and coconut cream pies?  But none of those questions needed rational answers because the far-fetched shenanigans of the castaways stimulated our imaginations.  Gilligan’s Island fits well in the “It Could Happen” category.

And now a throwback question for a Thursday:  What was your favorite TV show from back in the day?


Man wearing a Crossfit t-shirt
limping across a restaurant parking lot

Parent at Legoland yelling at a child
for acting like a child

Woman walking out of Whole Foods
followed by a trail of Patchouli scent

Kid leaving Petco Park after the
Padres beat the Giants shouting,
“This day is the best memory of my life!”

License plate frame on the back of
a minivan: “Ate My Words”

No one ever yells at this kid because he's perfect, that's why.  And because his grandma would taze anyone who tried it.
No one yelled at this kid because he’s perfect, that’s why.

It Could Happen: Adam Lambert & Cheri on the Black Pearl

Throwback Thursday is a thing on social media sites, right?  Folks post memorable photos from back in the day on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.  But Thursdays at Blog This Mom!® are different because we don’t look back.  Instead, we post photos in a series called “It Could Happen.”

Here I am with Adam Lambert and Captain Jack Sparrow sailing on the Black Pearl.

adam lambert cheri jack sparrow black pearlIt could happen.

Now tell me something wonderful that could happen to you.  What are your plans for the weekend?




Mindful Moments, Peanuts, and Cracker Jack

On Saturday night, most of the 40,660 people at Petco Park watching the Padres beat the Giants, stood up for the 7th inning stretch, and together sang, “Take me out to the ballgame . . . “ We honored our military men and women who were invited to stand for applause, which was thundering and seasoned with cheering and waves. Pretty girls used slingshots to deliver t-shirts to the best catchers in the stands. The players pitched, batted, scratched themselves, and stole bases.

On any given day, we are no less mindful that baseball games are played in a world in which Congress votes against equal pay for women, the beating of women and children is most often hidden, and ISIS strikes terror. These things weigh on our hearts and minds. When we are at our best, we raise our voices, tap on our keyboards, and share ideas, concerns, and hope. At our very best, we follow up on our ideas with action, and with gratitude that we can do so.

Padres vs. Giants at Petco Park, September 21, 2014
Padres vs. Giants at Petco Park, September 21, 2014

We sometimes pause to consider the bigger picture, the story that is greater than ourselves, in which we each have a part. On a Saturday night in September, that bigger picture might be of 40,660 people gathered to share in a tradition rich in history and brimming with joy. In that moment, we might eat peanuts and Cracker Jack, and not care if we ever come back.

Steps to Courage

One isn’t born with courage. One develops it. And you develop it by doing small, courageous things, in the same way that one wouldn’t set out to pick up a 100 pound bag of rice. If that was one’s aim, the person would be advised to pick up a five pound bag, and then a ten pound, and then a 20 pound, and so forth, until one builds up enough muscle to actually pick up 100 pounds. And that’s the same way with courage. You develop courage by doing courageous things, small things, but things that cost you some exertion – mental and, I suppose, spiritual exertion. ~Maya Angelou

courage oz

So … that meditation class that I mentioned in Monday’s post? Every month we get a word to contemplate. This month’s word to meditate on is courage.

Just in time.

Other than sharing my writing on this blog (major step for me when I started it, and still is at times), what’s been published in legal journals (links are in the “About” section of this blog), motions and briefs filed in court when I practiced law, content I used to create for other people for pay, stories for my children, and annual holiday letters, I never show anyone most of what I write.


I’m working on a project right now with the aim of it becoming a book, like with a cover and stuff. See how I just danced around writing the more accurate and simple sentence, “I’m working on a book”?

Every single day I recognize my old friend fear rising up to greet me as I sit in front of my laptop. It tells me that I don’t know what I’m doing. (I don’t.) It tells me that I might fail. (I might.) It tells me that my writing will be criticized. (It will.) Although I am afraid of these things and more, I put one word in front of the other anyway.

I set a goal. I overachieve at coming up with reasons why I may not reach that goal, and then I keep heading in the general direction of it anyway. I might not get there, but the only way to make sure of it is to let fear have its way and quit. So, I don’t quit. Step by step, day by day, word by word, I just keep doing things, sometimes just a paragraph, in furtherance of my goal.

It got to the point that in order for this project to not be something that I don’t show anyone, I had to . . . well . . . show it to someone. And then someone else. And there will be more someone else’s after that. So, fear arises to greet me as I go forward.  When it does, I feel like I need one of these:


Each step of the way, I think about waiting for my hands to stop shaking before taking the next one. But I know that I can do whatever I need to do with shaky hands if need be, and so I do.

It’s a good thing I’m not a surgeon.

The Eyes Have It

Eyes are the windows to the soul. Mothers have them in the backs of their heads. We are all eyes when we watch something closely. We don’t bat an eye when something was expected, but we are blind as a bat when we don’t see something. When we catch someone’s eye, we don’t grab the eyeball. And when we cry our eyes out, they stay in their sockets. The same is true when our eyes pop out of our heads in surprise. We feast our eyes on beautiful things. Stink eye doesn’t smell bad.

Metaphors and idioms and puns, oh eye!


I hope you didn’t mind.

Speaking of mind, let’s talk for a moment about that eye.

The mind’s eye or the third eye is said to be the state of consciousness through which we may perceive the world in an intuitive and enlightened way.  Some say that it is related to the pineal gland, which is raisin-like in size and shriveledness (that should be a word) in most people because apparently we don’t use it.

A developed third eye enables one to see what might be, to be attuned to patterns, to make connections, to answer questions, and to find meaning. One’s third eye may be natural and/or developed through training and meditation.

I attend a meditation class from time-to-time. Group meditations work better for me because peer pressure causes me to sit still and keep my insanity to myself rather than jump up to do Something Important after thirty seconds of listening to my thoughts, “I need to remember to put olive oil on my shopping list did I reset the timers on the sprinklers I have to reschedule the dermatologist I need to drink more water throughout the day because I get so thirsty at night I’m thirsty right now my nose itches don’t scratch it see if you can meditate away the itch I also need to put almonds on my grocery list in addition to uh oh I forgot the first thing I better put almonds on my grocery list before I forget that too.”

I don’t think my third eye development is going so well.

How does one develop a third eye these days?
How does one develop a third eye?

Do you meditate? Have you developed a third eye?

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