Ok, I am not a celebrity and don't consider myself one but from time to time I get invited to do things or be on radio or be the guest at a chat because I have a couple of books and because I love to share. I must admit that I still check the email to make sure they have addressed it to the right "Smith".
It does make me wonder though, about you real celebrities.....do you feel this way at times? Do you think that eventually someone will realize that it's "just little ole you"? When you are chasing after kids or grandkids, driving kids to school or having a bad hair day (or picking up after a sick dog) do you think.......if they could only see me now?
I love getting these little perks and intend to enjoy them until someone realizes that "its just me!"
Please folks, don't leave me flat Come to Thursday's Celebrity Chat! I'm not a celebrity with a big ole house Or fancy car or yachts thereabouts I'm just a little ole lady who loves to write And it blesses my heart when I do it right. If I cheer up a person who has an ache Or teenager whose heart is about to break Over a messed up romance with a teenage boy Or if I write a verse about honeymoon joy... Then I feel and happy and am content And feel that my humble life will have been well spent.
I can't remember the entire poem or who wrote it but my mother used to quote it when I was a youngster and it made an impression on me. Now, at age 60, I understand even more the meaning and depth of those words. My mom died of a stroke at age 60, the age I am now and although I don't dwell of it, I am always aware of it somewhere down in my innermost thoughts. I think it helps to remind me to keep short accounts with God.
As soon as I was able to earn a bit of money on my own, I loved to buy little presents for my mom, because she usually was the giver of all gifts but receiver of very few. Her birthday, wedding anniversary and Christmas all were in December, the first two on the 23rd. Mom usually got one gift or remembrance to celebrate all three.
Hubby and I have always lived pretty far away from my parents and I loved to send my mom roses on her birthday when I could afford them. She lived out on a farm in KY and it took a little while for me to find a florist that would deliver to her. She called me after one such delivery and said the florist (who had known her for years) said "I know what your daughter is doing, she is sending you flowers while you are alive!" Mom said "Yes! She is!" Mom would sometimes try to take photos of the flowers for me, but she never seemed to have a very good camera and they never turned out really great, but I know the photo her heart took was gorgeous!
Mom and I would take turns calling each other when I was "young and poor" and as I began to have more disposable income, I would call her every Friday for sure and sometimes during the week. Keep in mind this was 30 years ago and not as easy as it is today with our cell phones and computers, etc. It was sometimes a strain on both of our budgets to pay for those 30 minute calls. We had such a hard time hanging up. But I knew instinctively, even as a child, that time with my mom was precious. We had such a special and close bond. Dad and I teased and laughed and joked and had fun and chatted and I adored him, but Mom seemed more fragile. She was.
I'm thankful for every flower I sent her that made her smile and every little gift I sent and every moment of every call I made to her. If you have a mom or dad, use your time wisely, and send them flowers while they live. Those memories will stay in your hearts forever.
Just checked with Wendi and we have moved my little chat to Thursday. Her little one isn't feeling well today. Hope he gets to feeling better right away.AND hope some of you will stop by so I won't be talking to myself........:-)
Ok, how much excitement can an ordinary little old lady handle??? My publisher just told me that these will be realeased on Oct first!! I will debut them at Memory Trends! IS that the coolest? For those who asked, you can find them online at www.theultimateword.com after October first.