Years ago when I was a newly single, divorced mother of two little daughters I joined the local chapter of a group called “Parents Without Partners.” In one of the newsletters there was a poem that has served me well over the many, many years. It is so eloquent yet says so much with so few words. It speaks volumes and I wanted to share. The poem is called “Comes the Dawn” by Veronica Shorffstall.
Comes the Dawn
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with you head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on
Today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn ….
With every goodbye you learn.
Blog Post by Linda Spreeman, King of Prussia, PA
CT December 2012 Murder, Tragedy
The loss of the lives of beautiful little children and adults who cared for them.
My heart goes out to each family in Connecticut affected by this heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, senseless, awful tragedy of monumental proportion.
Japan has very strict gun laws and the gun violence there is next to nothing. Why do we need guns in 2012? This isn’t the Wild, Wild West. Ignore the gun lobbyists the the legislators who align with them, and adopt a law more in keeping with peacemaking.
May God grant peace to those parents who lost their beautiful little children and the families who lost their loved ones to this murder that should never have occurred.
May we be guided by good conscience – not politics – and do what is right to revamp the gun law.
Linda Spreeman, King of Prussia
Normally I can count on any Summer Drought to immediately come to an immediate halt the week I go on vacation. I could hire myself as a rainmaker. Seriously.
I’ve been on three cruises in my lifetime (I’m in my 50’s) and it rained during two of the three. “Unusual” was what the crew kept saying.
I love the Jersey Shore but I bring rain. My grandmother lived there and I would go frequently until she went into a retirement home. It was so bad that the neighbors would inquire “is Linda coming from King of Prussia, because if she is then we may as well pack up now” – implying that rain was imminent. My father said that the Ocean City Chamber of Commerce puts out a “Linda Alert” when I’m coming into town because I bring rain. And, last year, I rented a house for one week and got chased (literally) told to leave by the Governor because of a Hurricane!
So it used to be that the way to end a drought was to send me on vacation, granting a breath of life to gardens, flowers, farmers and water basins everywhere.
This year, even I can’t break the drought. I went on vacation for a week at the beach and it only rained in the evening.
This year is unusual.
~Linda Spreeman, King of Prussia~
How Busy Am I?
Why am I so busy?
Being a divorced mother with an empty nest, one would think that I have all the disposable time in the world. In reality, I pick and chose my own “busy” as to what is most important to my needs and priorities.
I resent time hogging tasks such as: laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning (all facets thereof), home maintenance. These are not easily dispensed with and necessities of everyday living.
The “busy” that identifies who I really am in defining the Order of my Universe is:
- First and foremost – a Mother. It matters not that my daughters are 30 and 27. When they need me, I am there.
- A Grandmother. I love and cherish the special bonds that I have with my grands. They love me, and I them. I gladly take care of them when both their parents are working. It’s a choice – yes – a choice out of love and fulfills a need that is central to my very being.
- A Grandmother to a Big Blonde Boy – a beautiful Golden Retreiver. I have learned from him with his gentle nature and unconditional love.
- A Board of Directors member for my development/community. Donating time and expertise as a member of a team for the community I live in and enjoy.
- An Administrative Professional by day. My motto is “I can make Management Shine.” I positively enjoy my work.
- Freelance work from time to time. Some pro bono – some not.
- Attend school. Currently is on a break from attending school parttime, but would like to resume that. In an of itself, that requires a huge allotment of time, but the lessons learned reaps bountiful rewards.
We make our own busy – even though some of the “busy” is clearly disposable. The time we fill with our “busy” (mundane and elective) identifies the essence of our very core, and aligns with our happiness.
~Linda Spreeman, King of Prussia~
Why do I Love My Taxes?
No one “loves” their taxes.
However a relatively low tax base where I live (courtesy of industry in the area) combined with a high caliber response rate on the part of township police make this a little more palatable tax.
It’s a necessary event, that speaks to an order in society. Sadly, this is necessary.
Fortunately, I have not had to avail myself of these services, for an emergency. However, I’m able to enjoy my home knowing that the service is there – like an insurance policy – that can’t be cancelled because you put in a claim.
<Linda Spreeman, King of Prussia>
Pennsylvania, in their infinite wisdom, needs to pass legislation prohiting teachers from striking. They are professionals, but not acting like it. Furthermore, teachers unions aren’t necessary, so how about eliminating and disbanding them as well. If John Q. Public who works at XYZ Corp doesn’t like his raise and benefits that year, he can hardly stand outside the front door of his employer with a picket sign. What gives teachers the right? It amazes me the benefits and salaries extended to the teaching profession for working basically nine months out of the year. They hurt the children they purport to care about for their own agendas. A simple solution would be to have teachers receive their raises and benefits the same way everyone else does – disband the union – and move on. Unions, while useful when first created, hardly apply to teachers now. Come on, let’s get real here. Hello? ~Linda Spreeman~
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
― C.G. Jung