A Momma’s view asked that her readers share something good that happened to them. The good thing that happened to me this morning was going to church and getting to join with others in praising our great Creator God. I blessed Him, but in turn I was greatly blessed with the talk of heaven and what it will be like. I have much to do here, but this morning will go with me as I face the trials that come along!
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Egoscue–a funny name. Where did I ever come up with that?
I was driving one Saturday and turned on the radio. The voice was talking about pain relief for people who had chronic pain that doctors couldn’t solve. I was intrigued. People called in and he instructed them about certain ways to stand, i.e. put their feet a certain way, do such and such with their arms, and then he would ask them if they were in pain. It amounted to changing their posture in the way they stood. It was a momentary relief for them, but the beginning of being pain free. He explained his thesis: when we walk with everted feet, shoulders not even, and many other problem postures, our bodies will be in pain sooner or later. Since my feet have always been everted (making me walk like a duck all my life) and I was having trouble with my knees, I decided to order his book, “Pain Free” and tried the exercises in them. They did help. I did contact the clinic. Since they were too far away, I sent them pictures of my posture according to their instructions. After viewing the pictures, they sent me a program of exercises which helped. I have since seen a clinician in person and my shoulders are even, along with my hips, and my feet are doing so much better! I always thought it was normal for my purse to slip off my shoulder because I have narrow shoulders. However, when I am faithful with my “E-sizes” (Egoscue exercises), my purse strap will stay on my shoulder. When my shoulder began to hurt, I began to do the recommended exercises to help. And they have. I have discovered that if I am faithful with my exercises, my pain is less and less.
I am intrigued by Pete Egoscue’s thesis about posture is related to pain, but how it is related to disease, and how important movement is. It is an interesting study!
You can get a look at their website: www.egoscue.com. I think you will find it as interesting and helpful as I have.
My favorite Bible verse list has grown! Habakkuk 3:17-18 has led me to be more thankful for all God has given me. Remembering to be thankful helps me to go through trials and trust Him who loves me!
“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the v though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.”
My grandson just finished his sixth grade online school. There were some delays at the beginning, so he has had to work while his brothers and sister enjoyed summer vacation. But yesterday, he did his final test! And all this while the family was moving into a new house the last couple weeks of June. What a year. He worked so hard and did so well. It was so neat working with him. We have a few weeks before we go at it again, doing seventh grade online. I am looking forward to working with him again. It keeps me young!
For now, I am going to enjoy my summer, too! And a little more time on my blogging as well as having their family in their new house!
When my older daughter was 3 years old, we were given a ten gallon aquarium. We loved it. The fish were neat to watch as they swam back and forth, relieving tension in the viewer. We had some mollies, a couple cat fish, some neons, and a plecostomus. A plecostomus is a shy, prehistoric-looking bottom feeder that keeps the tank clean. Wikipedia says: “Plecostomus, pleco, or plec is the common name of several species of freshwater loricariid catfish commonly sold as aquarium fish.” He was very shy and would lose his color when frightened. I remember sitting by the tank one night and he was feeding close to the front of the tank. I moved forward and he moved back, growing pale. When I sat back, he swam forward to feed again. We repeated this action several times. I was fascinated by his shyness.
It only took a short time for my daughter to run around chattering about the plecostomus! It was fun to hear her converse about him!
When we moved a few years later, we gave away our aquarium and our wonderful plecostomus. To this day, he is a special memory.
This poem is not a new one, but expresses something of who she was. I miss her, but she is happy now in the arms of Jesus!
In honor of Mother’s Day and my second one without her.
GREAT GRANDMA
Your great-grandson is only four
but he’s heard the songs from the forties.
“Abba Dabba Honeymoon,”
“Me and My Shadow,”
“Playmate, Come Out And Play with Me,”
“Teddy Bear’s Picnic,”
songs you sang to Gayle and me
when she was three and I was four
and more.
Maybe someday he’ll get to meet Mrs. Doodenlopper.
She used to come take care of Gayle and me.
She looked like you.
We said, “You’re our mother!”
She always replied, “Oh no,
she’s at the store. She’ll be home soon.”
Then we would have tea and giggle
when Gayle was five and I was six
and more.
He’ll never get to see the doll furniture you made
for Gayle and me from orange crates
with a hammer, nails, and your butcher knife
when you were pregnant with Wayne.
It made a dandy kitchen with
empty thread spools for knobs.
We wore them out playing house
when Gayle was six and I was seven
and more.
(2004)
May 14 is drawing closer. Two years ago, I said goodbye to my precious mama.
GOODBYE TO MAMA
As I say goodbye to you and all you were,
As I pack the last of your belongings,
Tears deep within my heart break forth.
Overwhelmed, I cry and yet I know
These things weren’t you.
Over the years, you changed, I changed,
Living conditions changed.
But you were still you,
And you lived in my heart.
So as time grows short to pack and say goodbye,
I look to the time when there will be no more goodbyes
And you and I will be the true us,
And we’ll never say goodbye again.
How important it is that our daughters know this!
My mama passed away May 14, 2014. I’ve been thinking about that for a few days now; that date is coming fast. It hardly seems possible it has been almost two years! I am so thankful that I got to repay her in her last days in a small way for her care and love for me throughout my life.
We had an impromptu party for her 90th birthday and many friends came to the donut shop, her favorite place, to wish her happy birthday. She loved it. She didn’t have the energy to do this the next year when she turned 91. I’m glad we did it when she could enjoy it! Here is a poem to honor this special lady in those last few months.
MAMA’S LAST MONTHS
She walks slower now,
unsteady unless she has her walker.
She forgets to use it;
I watch carefully so she won’t fall;
She talks more quietly,
so it is hard to follow her thoughts.
She doesn’t understand when I ask her
to clarify what she is telling me.
Her attention wanders more easily;
The Waltons doesn’t hold it as well.
Her favorite place to go is the donut shop.
She wants to order two donuts,
even though she doesn’t even finish one,
and only drinks a couple sips of her coffee,
even though they are favorite foods.
Arthritis pain assaults her neck;
it is her constant companion.
Time seems a blur to her–
who came and when, it puzzles her.
It seems it is time for her to go home,
but God hasn’t called her yet.
She feels her life has no purpose now,
I must admit I don’t understand either,
but God has His mysteries, dealt in wisdom.
And in His wisdom, He has me here,
caring for her, teaching me through the pain of love
that He does indeed care for her.
How nice to have a spring day in April! We have looked for it all winter!
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