Love is joy

Love is joy
Love is respect
Love is feeling free
Love is acceptance
Love is joy
Love is the effect of having butterflies when you wake in the morning
Love is feeling
Love makes you smile
Love is joy
Love is when your eyes shine
Love is forgiving
Love is to care
Love is joy
Love is a fire that reigns in your heart
Love is to share
Love is to laugh
Love is joy
Love is an act of self-giving
Love is happiness
Love is unconditional
Love is joy

Random Notes: There is a force that sometimes protects you

Random Notes: There is a force that sometimes protects you: Do you believe that sometimes in certain moments in your life you have an angel or a force that protects you from being harm? I do b...

SISTERS

Do you have a sister?

I have one. She is my baby sister and I adore her.

Those who have a sister know the kind of love, complicity, and friendship they share.

A sister is more than family. She is a friend, a friend that will always stick to you no matter what. 

She is the one that have seen you at your worst and on your best and never judge. She will defend you to others even if you’re wrong. I know my sister will…

A sister is a teacher, a defense attorney, a personal press agent and fashion designer, and even your shrink.

She is a midnight companion, a can’t stop laughing buddy. She will be there for long talks, and to borrow your clothes (yes, even used them for the first time). 

A sister will always be there for you, even if you can't be there for her. She will forgive you when you hurt her and will, occasionally, bite her tongue when she could easily have said “I told you so”. Well, mine would say it. Right, Meli?

A sister is a special part of you, a part that will always be there until the end.

My sister is all the above and more. 

She is this special person that is really connected to me. We can look at each other and say a lot of things just with the eyes. 

I know she stand up for me and lie down beside me.

Cherish your sister, if you have one.

I do treasure mine!!!!

My baby is going to college

These past days I've seen all kind of posts about my friend's sons and daughters leaving for college.

I know the feeling. My older son left for college about 5 years ago.
It is difficult. Is like leaving them at kindergarten all over again. You feel the same.
Next year I will experience the same feeling again with my younger son and I am not prepare for that as I wasn't the first time.

For all of you parents that are experiencing these feelings now...

Children leave...

You have to accept that condition, you have to raise them with that idea, and you have to assume that reality
They aren't leaving. Is that life takes them
You are not their center. You are not the owner
You are now the counselor
You don't run the show...you accepted it
You can't demand...you accompany
They will need another love, another nest, and other perspectives
They have wings now and want to fly
They grew and matured their roots inside
They just passed the storms of their adolescence and they want to take the helm
They felt the call to live their life on their own
They know they are capable of the greatest adventures
They will seek a love that respects them, who wants to share the ups and downs along the way, which will sweeten their travel and assist them in helping them achieve what they want
They have chosen a path and want to explore it. The important thing is that they will know how to go through it
You will stay inside, in the foundation of his building, at the roots of his tree. In his heart
You will stay behind, in the kiss you blow
You will always be inside...even if you are not here anymore *

One final thought...
As a mom who had experienced these feelings before, I can tell you to relax, enjoy the ride with them and be proud of a job well done.

                                                   

   *author unknown

Random Notes: There is a force that sometimes protects you

Random Notes: There is a force that sometimes protects you: Do you believe that sometimes in certain moments in your life you have an angel or a force that protects you from being harm? I do b...

You love him or you love his family?

People come from different backgrounds and with different histories. In their background and histories are their families. Some families can be call "normal families". This kind is families with "normal" issues a family could have. For "normal" issues we can mention some struggles at school of one of the member, some arguing between parents, and so on. They can be calling a "happy" family. By happy family, I mean it could be a family with a mother and father married for X number of years. They have a happy marriage with some ups and downs but nothing serious. They had, let's say, 3 kids. They are healthy, educated, college graduated or in college kids.
Other families, people like to call it dysfunctional families. A dysfunctional family could have divorced parents. Mom is a single mom with a lot in her hands and not much time. Dad lives a little far and appears once in a full moon. They had two kids who suffered a lot through the divorce of the parents and had been struggling, for a while, because of the absence of the father. Besides that, they are good kids, who try to succeed in life.
One day one of the boys from the "normal" family meets the girl from the dysfunctional one. They dated and fall in love. The time to meet the boy's family has come. She met them and immediately she falls in love with them. She thinks they are like no family she had met before. For her they are perfect and she really enjoy the time when she is with them.
The boy's family has opened their arms to her. They treat her as one of the family; they treat her as a daughter. Increasingly she asks him to spend more time with his family. She told him how wonderful his family is. She especially likes his father because he is such a wonderful man. He is a provider, he spend time with them and treat the mother with respect. She also loves his mother. She is always there for her kids and she knows everything about them and is always aware of their necessities. The boy loves that his family treat so nice his girlfriend and that she loves them. But...

By experience I can tell you that sometimes what the girl wants is a "normal" family. One that can give her what she doesn't have at home. Don't get me wrong, I'm not telling you that are always like that. I am writing about my experience. We opened our family and hearts to a girl who came from a "dysfunctional family". She loves our son and loves our family. She spend a lot of time in our home (I believe that it was too much time). With time her love for our family became other thing. She started envy us because of the family we had. And that, obviously, was one of the reasons for their breakup. She ended up without a boyfriend and without the family she wishes she had.

And that's why I am asking, you love him or you love his family?

Take care, 

Tere

                                                                        

There is a force that sometimes protects you

Do you believe that sometimes in certain moments in your life you have an angel or a force that protects you from being harm?

I do believe in it. This is why.

Some years ago when my younger son was like 4 years old, we were in a playground. He was playing when he decided he will go to the slide. He liked slides a lot. But he liked to play in it in not the conventional way. He liked to climb the slide thru the slide not thru the stairs.
I was near him, like 5 foot or so, seating on a bench. For one moment, I look down to pick something from the grass; suddenly I heard a loud noise. He fell from the slide. He fell from a height of 8 to 9 feet, approximately.  I ran and picked him up. He was conscious but he was like Jell-O. His body felt like it had no bones. It felt very weak, flaccid.
We took him to the hospital. In there, he had x rays and some other stuff. All the studies came back negative. My son didn't have even a scratch. He was perfect as if nothing had happened.

I believe there was something, an angel a force (if you want to call it like that) that protected him from that fall. From the height from which he fell was to have, at least, some broken bones and scratches.
For me, my son fell in the arms of someone that cushioned his fall.

Last November my son (the same one) and I were driving back home from West Palm, Florida. It was raining and there was a lot of traffic and accidents in the interstate. The road was very wet. I tried to change lanes but I didn't notice there was a car right besides mine. I turned the wheel and all of the sudden the car started spinning. We spin for maybe a minute or two. As we were spinning, I was waiting for some car to hit us. But it didn't happen. When we stop spinning, the car was facing the other cars, it was against traffic. I really don't know how any of the cars that were driving near mine didn't hit us.

I think it was the same angel or force that protected us. It has to be.
My son and I had another chance to live.

I do believe in this and I believe it was my son's angel that helped in both cases.

What do you think?

Take care,
Tere

Profession vs work

Are you like me? You have a profession but you work on something else? 

I know there are a lot of people that are like me, like us.

I am a Nationally Certified Counselor with a Master in School Counseling and a certification on Distance Counseling and I am working as an Educational Representative for a publishing house.

Sadly, I haven't found a job in my profession. I've been in interviews but no job afterwards because I don't have the necessary experience. 

Ok, give me my first job in the counseling field so I can get that experience you are talking about.

You know, all who started working for the first time did not have the experience. They all needed that first job to start building it.

As I said, I am a counselor but my job is as an educational representative. I promote and sell Spanish books and textbooks in Florida. Never would I think that I'll be on the sales campus. This is my first experience in this field. Someone just trusts me and believes in me even though I didn't have the experience of working as a sales person before. 

It has been really difficult to learn how to sell. I am not build for that. 

Every time I go to a school to offer some books I get frustrate. There I am in a school setting but not as a counselor. 

I have to tell you it's been really hard.

Some will say: "At least you have a job". And I know they are right but I want my counseling job. I prepared on the field to get the job. I have a loan; I studied for 3 years a master, and passed the necessary exams in order to be a counselor.

Don't get me wrong, I am grateful I have this job but... I want my counseling one.

Can you relate with this? Let me know

Love or obsession

Love. What is love? What is that thing that so many singers sing about and so many poets write about. That thing that make you have "butterflies" in your stomach or make stupid things for the love one. That thing that makes a mother or a father feel so proud of their children or a friend feel so "tune" with a friend.
If we look for a definition we can find that love is a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. A profoundly affection for another person...but how profoundly it can be to become an obsession? It's there a such thing like too much love?
There are different kinds of love. There is the love one has for a mother or a father; the love for a son or a daughter;the love for a friend; the love for a lover, a companion; a love for a husband or wife... 
Sure love is beautiful. And don't take my wrong, I love and I am being loved. But I also noticed that sometimes there is too much love or this love is out of proportion.



How much love is an obsession?
Well I have two reasons  that make me believe that love, sometimes, can become an obsession.

For example, can a mother be obsessed with her child? In my opinion, yes. A mother can "love" so much her child that she can alienate him/her. She can make him (I am using him but it can be her too) believe what she can. She can make him think what she wants him to think. 
If you have a hard time believing it just hear the song Mother by Pink Floyd
Some of the lyric goes like this:  Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
                                             Mama's gonna make all of your
                                                Nightmares come true
                                             Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
                                                Mama's gonna keep you right here
                                             Under her wing
                                                she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
                                             Mama will keep baby cosy and warm...

                                          ...Mother do think she's good enough for me
                                                 Mother do think she's dangerous to me
                                             Mother will she tear your little boy apart
                                                 Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart
                                             Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
                                                  Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you
                                             Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
                                                  Mama's gonna wait up till you get in
                                             Mama will always find out where
                                                  You've been
                                              Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
                                                  Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
                                              You'll always be a baby to me  

Sure can a mother be like that. My experience told me so.

In another type of love, man and woman. How much love is an obsession? 
-"I love you"- so he said. -"You are my everything" - he continued.
My everything?? Do you really want to be the everything of someone? Sure it sounds beautiful and will pop up your ego but... 
Just be careful. Love can become "too much love", an obsession and could suffocate you.
Just ask some of the women that have been in an abusive relationship...

In Spanish there is a saying "Hay amores que matan". In English it will be "There are loves that kills".

LOVE and do it with all your heart just be careful with the kind of love that may kill you.


           

 

Random Notes of anything and everything

Hi!! I like to introduce to you my new blog Random Notes. Random Notes is a blog in which I am going to write about anything and everything. So, I'm going to start with me.
I'm a single mom that is in  the 40's. I have two sons. They are big enough. I earned a masters in School Counseling. I am a Nationally Certified Counselor (NCC) without a job in this area. So my profession is School Counselor but my job is as an Educational Representative for a publishing house. I bet a lot of you guys are like me, studied something and have a job in whatever. This sucks because even though you may like your job, it's your profession that calls you. But, well.
Ah, I am also a writer. This part, I love to do. I write children short stories and also have a blog call School Counselor and Math Anxiety (check it out - http://schoolcounselingandmathanxiety.blogspot.com).
Why I am writing this blog? Well, I wanted to write about the daily stuff that happens and you can relate. For example, you have to know a person, a friend, a co worker or a family member that whenever you talk about something, he or any member of his family has been thru the same. You know always has something to say. And you are like really? You talked about how your dog rolls over when you show her a piece of cheese and he will tell you that his dog rolls over every time he saw his food. Or you talk about how you have an ache in your lower back and he/she has one for almost a month. You can never say something, never, without him/her telling you almost immediately that he has the same and worse.
Tell me, you know someone like that? 
Well, this blog is going to be about what normal stuff happens to all of us and a way for me to express myself and write
Hope you enjoy it!!
Tere