Alone

I suppose there are quite a few like me. Suddenly single and not knowing how to be alone. I could pretend I'm comfortable with it and sometimes I even fool myself.

But life is supposed to be shared with others. We need the conversation, opinions and engaging rapport. There is a need to do something for others. Sure there are many places to go and enjoy alone, but after awhile, it's nice to be home in a safe zone and feel that your presence is wanted by another human being. 

Daughters and sons with parents. Lovers on a stroll.

A hand to hold or someone to hug when you are cold. Touch.

There is the need to care for someone. They will heal quicker knowing they matter. We want to cheer them on and run beside them during a challenge. They need our cool hand on their fevered brow.

Hard work to provide food and comfort is done unselfishly. Time is your gift. The giving of your heart to please them is your goal.

Do on to others. Golden Rules. Patience and love.

If you have that you are going to be ok alone.

Cathy Windham

Kodachrome Memories

When I think of my most precious moments I have had, I just want to have them suspended in front of my mind like a virtual window of mini pix. Just like when I pull up my photo gallery on my phone, there they are. I click on one. I am there. 

It stresses me out to think any photo is wandering out there in cyber space and I can't find it yet know it is there. 

I wonder why this is with me? Am I afraid that time will steal my memory forever? All those wonderful moments I saw through a lens are my mind. I consciously thought that was a moment worth preserving.

I have thousands of digital photos and others in print.

I love all of them for one reason or another. 

Sometimes when I go through old ones that my father took or others I see a time they saw through their lens. It was expensive to get professional prints made. Casual Kodachrome slides ruled for a while and 8 mm home movies. We sat on the beach squinting into the sun. Parents sat and smoked on Christmas as we tore into gifts and threw paper.

Family reunions had us gathered in tight groups to get everyone in. Sometimes we hated our hair or that we were a little overweight and hid behind someone else! You know that's true. 

But in the end, we were enjoying our lives. Living and having fun. 

So, next time you browse through the old photo boxes at mom's house, remember they were preserving their happiness for you to enjoy today!

Cathy Windham 

Universal Tears

Tears Are Universal

I just saw something that made me smile and think of the joy of being a mom. It was a newborn baby crying. That cute wail with it's mouth wide open. Looks like a starving baby bird in a nest.

Melts my heart every time.

Chubby hands & feet. Multiple jelly rolls. Soft down hair. Your child.

All babies thrive on love and it matters not that maybe they receive that love from their birth mother or from another mother. It's the bond that  they know they are safe and loved that matters.

There is no difference in tears shed of an infant or a mom. They cry together whether out of pain, sadness or joy. They are as one.

It's ok to cry on Mother's Day.

Miss you, Mom

Cathy Windham

5/2/16