Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Home Song

I am a bit at a loss for words today.  I guess that happens to all of us at one point or another. I know I am a bit burned out.  Sure, I had a four day holiday, but most of that time was spent sorting and packing.  Can't believe I am not done yet, but I am almost there.  The biggest problem now is trying to figure out what to do with the love seat and sofa, the cocktail table, and my son's bed which we are not taking.  Here in the city, it's not so easy to get rid of unwanted furnishings and one has to be careful not to get a ticket.

Have to get my son in gear, as well.  He's got tons of things to pack.  He's not coming with us, you know.  Two bedroom apartments are sky high,  and he really has to grow up and get out there on his own.  He's becoming quite the mama's boy, and that's not something I ever wanted for him, so at this point, my letting him live with us and taking care of him is not in his best interest.  He's feeling bad about it, and so am I, but it's time.   I  see the son upstairs, close to fifty, at a loss of how to take care of himself after his parents passed on because he lived his whole life with them and never learned how to stand on his own two feet. I don't want that for my son.  I want to know that, if anything should happen to me, he'll be all right.  And,  it's not like I am putting him on the streets.  He's going to share a place with a friend...and I know that one day he will thank me for this.    Personally, though, I think I am taking it a lot harder than him. 

And, with that being said, I'd like to share the following wonderful poem with you.  To me, it is oh, so appropriate for my life right now.

I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!"

Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest. 

--Henry Van Dyke--


  1. How about donating the furniture to a 2nd hand organization or other social service type of organization that could come and pick them up?

  2. Mary...I think things are just in overwhelm drive right now and everyone in your family will feel so much better once the move has taken place.

    Hang in there Lovely Woman! It's almost there, and soon you will be creating new sacred space and loving it! Your son will too! :)

    I love you Miss Mary!

  3. Yes, you are doing your son a favor, to push him to stand on his own two feet.

    But also yes, it's hard on you to give up that feeling-of-being-needed-by-a-child, which this has been giving you.

    But life's-saga has made it necessary, and so... All will work out...

    Gentle hugs,
    "Something about an old-fashioned Christmas is hard to forget."
    ~~Hugh Downs

  4. Yes, this is a good decision, Mary.
    Let him spread his wings while you are
    still around to assist if necessary.

    They always call you when they run into problems after they first take flight, so do NOT worry.

    Better to make the move now than latter. This way you can advise him as he finds his own path.

    I have already been through this with mine. Once they get their footing, they get the hang of things and establish certain priorities.

    It is a process and does not happen overnight.

    applause applause...

    hugs Sharon

  5. Good morning dear friend.....Life is a process....."not perfection"....I know you know this. Each thing we do and decision we make can move us forward and you are making all the right ones.

    Love to you sweet lady,


  6. Lots of changes going on in your life and this too shall pass. (((hugs)))Pat