Elements Past

Elements Past

Each night one of the five of us would be appointed to set the dinner table. My dad would arrive home
around 5:30 and every single night a delicious meal would be ready right as he walked through the door. This scenario took place night after night after night. Even on a regular old school night mom was so particular about how the table was set, where the knife was placed, what side of the plate the fork was on, oh my gosh it drove me crazy. Who cares.

After dinner my mom, who was a nurse during the day would retire into the dining room where she would spend the evening laying out a pattern, cutting it slowly, meticulously, sewing each part together. I would watch her rip it apart if it didn’t line up perfectly. Oh my gosh, it drove me crazy. Who cares.

In the summer she would go outside after each dinner and water her flowers. She planted the same flowers every single year. Red Geraniums. She would buy them each year at the flower store up the street. Always the same flower every summer, oh my gosh, it drove me crazy. Who cares.

One week out of every summer we would go on vacation to Hilton Head island. Every year same destination, we would arrive and then locate a church to attend on the next Sunday. Oh my gosh, it drove me crazy. Who cares.

At Christmas my mom would wrap every single gift beautifully, there was alway a bow and always a tag, she would bake the same Christmas cookies, meringue, sugar cookie Christmas trees out of a cookie machine and jelly tarts, same cookies year after year after year. We could not eat them before Christmas, not even try one when the cookies came out of the oven piping hot. Oh my gosh drove me crazy. Who cares.

I spent a lot of my childhood irritated by mom. Day dreaming of eating out for supper or better yet eating in the living room in front of the TV. I was bothered that we couldn’t just buy a rainbow of flowers, all colors and geez why not head west for vacation for once??? And let’s have a cookie bake off at Christmas where each year everyone bakes whatever they choose and yeah if you want just make up a recipe. BUT NO that sort of crazy fly by the seat of your pants decision making wasn’t going to happen in our household. I USE to call her boring behind her back. I believed she was fearful, negative and yes I thought my creative nature was superior. Why oh why was she so stuck in her ways, so slow moving?

Where were you Laurie Beth back then?

Now as an enlightened wind thanks to you, I see so clearly.
My beautiful mother was an Earth type on the Path Elements scale.  Boring, no way! She was rock solid, steady, peaceful and reliable in every way.

As I look back on the structure and foundation this solid Earth put in place for her inspiring but wild at heart Windy daughters I am forever grateful.
I literally spend my days now showing daughters and moms why they’re different and WHY it’s SO SO GOOD. Its all a part of a wonderful plan of iron sharpening iron and if we are enlightened iron CELEBRATING iron . The Path Elements Profile helps me nurture strong mother-daughter relationships.
I miss my mom so much. I miss how completely predictable she was, a truly amazing EARTH who was a perfect foundation for her CRAZY WINDY DAUGHTERS.

Who cares? Me-thanks to you mom.

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