So glad to hear this story of Justin. As a former preschool teacher of 2 year olds, I remember trying to help little ones with such issues. Congratulations to all of you! Love his words and tears of joy.
A bit of a hard week here, but always there are joys. Mine come in the form of simple pleasures: a red recumbent bicycle and a bubbling brook. I took a walk again in the woods near Wilson Park. I love going down near Bolin Creek and just standing and listening to the water tumble over the rocks. It always restores my soul. I have a bicycle that I've had for 16 years. It is comfortable and I love riding. This week two afternoons were almost warm enough to be comfortable riding. I enjoyed cruising the neighborhood on my comfy seat. Oh, and a walk while talking on the phone with a friend - always good.
And Jeff, I think you said you liked "Golden Girls." I am also a fan. You may know that Betty White turns 99 on Sunday. TVLand Channel is having an all day tribute to Rose Nylund / Betty White.
Last weekend my sister and her husband were out for a walk near their home.Without any warning they were hit from behind by a car that was involved in a multi-vehicle accident. Miraculously, they were thrown clear and landed on the grass. Other than some sore spots they're fine. They were even able to walk a half a mile home once they were checked out by the ambulance driver. They both could have been killed or badly injured, but they weren't. So grateful.
Thank you for sharing your joy, Jeff and Barb and everyone. Justin is a blessed little guy to have parents who are so creative in helping him find his own way to things, including pooping. You are my Friday Positivity.
I also feel great joy that my mom got her first Pfizer vaccine this week. I drove her and then went into the Friday Center in case she needed help with anything - and of course she did not. She heard everything clearly -- new hearing aids are a blessing. Having an independent mother has always been a blessing. My siblings and I agree we hope to be just like her when we grow up.
Love this! I consider myself a “poop midwife”, as I have logged many hours in the bathroom encouraging a reluctant pooper. Well done Justin!
This morning my 18 year old, who on the autistic spectrum, came downstairs carrying his laundry basket. He put his laundry in the washing machine and then said, “I’m heading out for my walk, mom!”
This fills me with joy. I feel so incredibly proud of him and am so thankful he has been able to manage himself so well during COVID. I feel like he’s going to be OK as an adult.
My friend completed her first round of chemo and did relatively well. Three of is cooked for her and family. I show love by cooking or delivering a meal. We’s signed up for the next round. Being part of a neighborhood group of friend who support one another is most wonderful. These are the same moms 20 years ago when shannon was in crisis made sure my third grader had an after school playdate every day. Growing up army brat we never had this type of longterm community. It is wonderful during good times and especially during struggles.
Last night I listened to Joe Biden's speech. And while he acknowledged what a HUGE hole we are in, he promised to do things that would bring us out of it, and he actually has a senate and house that can help do that.
Years ago, I did this exercise where you brainstorm all your values, and then you collapse them and prioritize them so you can determine your top 5 values. Mine were (in rough order): Truth, justice, compassion, the environment, and comfort. I try to spend a few minutes meditating on those each morning. This morning, I was struck by how much those 5 things were front and center in Biden's speech and his approach to our problems. (And how much the Trump movement has been open and honest about being opposed to pretty much all those things, so no wonder it's so bad!)
So much hope that our new approach is going to be based on what I value.
A pile of poop is indeed my Friday Positivity. Similar to what you wrote, Jeff, I told a friend at work that I never thought a symbol of hope would smell so bad.
The pile of poop was a symbol of hope because it reminded me of the many points you remind us.
No feeling lasts forever.
Two things can be true at the same true at the same time.
Things will happen in their own good time.
Look for the positive, even in a dollop of dung.
It’s Fecal Friday, Everyone. Where did you find positivity? Shitty stories welcome. 😏
So glad to hear this story of Justin. As a former preschool teacher of 2 year olds, I remember trying to help little ones with such issues. Congratulations to all of you! Love his words and tears of joy.
A bit of a hard week here, but always there are joys. Mine come in the form of simple pleasures: a red recumbent bicycle and a bubbling brook. I took a walk again in the woods near Wilson Park. I love going down near Bolin Creek and just standing and listening to the water tumble over the rocks. It always restores my soul. I have a bicycle that I've had for 16 years. It is comfortable and I love riding. This week two afternoons were almost warm enough to be comfortable riding. I enjoyed cruising the neighborhood on my comfy seat. Oh, and a walk while talking on the phone with a friend - always good.
And Jeff, I think you said you liked "Golden Girls." I am also a fan. You may know that Betty White turns 99 on Sunday. TVLand Channel is having an all day tribute to Rose Nylund / Betty White.
Last weekend my sister and her husband were out for a walk near their home.Without any warning they were hit from behind by a car that was involved in a multi-vehicle accident. Miraculously, they were thrown clear and landed on the grass. Other than some sore spots they're fine. They were even able to walk a half a mile home once they were checked out by the ambulance driver. They both could have been killed or badly injured, but they weren't. So grateful.
Thank you for sharing your joy, Jeff and Barb and everyone. Justin is a blessed little guy to have parents who are so creative in helping him find his own way to things, including pooping. You are my Friday Positivity.
I also feel great joy that my mom got her first Pfizer vaccine this week. I drove her and then went into the Friday Center in case she needed help with anything - and of course she did not. She heard everything clearly -- new hearing aids are a blessing. Having an independent mother has always been a blessing. My siblings and I agree we hope to be just like her when we grow up.
Love this! I consider myself a “poop midwife”, as I have logged many hours in the bathroom encouraging a reluctant pooper. Well done Justin!
This morning my 18 year old, who on the autistic spectrum, came downstairs carrying his laundry basket. He put his laundry in the washing machine and then said, “I’m heading out for my walk, mom!”
This fills me with joy. I feel so incredibly proud of him and am so thankful he has been able to manage himself so well during COVID. I feel like he’s going to be OK as an adult.
My friend completed her first round of chemo and did relatively well. Three of is cooked for her and family. I show love by cooking or delivering a meal. We’s signed up for the next round. Being part of a neighborhood group of friend who support one another is most wonderful. These are the same moms 20 years ago when shannon was in crisis made sure my third grader had an after school playdate every day. Growing up army brat we never had this type of longterm community. It is wonderful during good times and especially during struggles.
Last night I listened to Joe Biden's speech. And while he acknowledged what a HUGE hole we are in, he promised to do things that would bring us out of it, and he actually has a senate and house that can help do that.
Years ago, I did this exercise where you brainstorm all your values, and then you collapse them and prioritize them so you can determine your top 5 values. Mine were (in rough order): Truth, justice, compassion, the environment, and comfort. I try to spend a few minutes meditating on those each morning. This morning, I was struck by how much those 5 things were front and center in Biden's speech and his approach to our problems. (And how much the Trump movement has been open and honest about being opposed to pretty much all those things, so no wonder it's so bad!)
So much hope that our new approach is going to be based on what I value.
A pile of poop is indeed my Friday Positivity. Similar to what you wrote, Jeff, I told a friend at work that I never thought a symbol of hope would smell so bad.
The pile of poop was a symbol of hope because it reminded me of the many points you remind us.
No feeling lasts forever.
Two things can be true at the same true at the same time.
Things will happen in their own good time.
Look for the positive, even in a dollop of dung.
It’s Fecal Friday, Everyone. Where did you find positivity? Shitty stories welcome. 😏