Lakeshore Has Talent!

Last night I went to a talent show. The city of Holland hosted an "American Idol" - like event in which twelve participants showed their stuff, and three judges gave their input. Their votes, as well as the votes of the audience, determined who would go and who would stay. Of the eleven who started, one was eliminated. The ten remaining will perform again next week. At that time, the field will be cut down to five, and then on the third week the winner will be determined.

My youngest daughter was one of the eleven brave souls who got on stage and opened themselves to public scrutiny. And she was one of the ten who will perform again next week! So if you are anywhere near Holland, MI next Thursday, please come to the Park Theater at 7 pm and cast your vote for Robyn!

I've always loved hearing her sing. When she graduated from college, I was afraid my days of going to her performances were over. But she's realized she misses singing onstage and is pursuing other venues. I'm so proud of her. She's defining what she wants in life, and she's going after it.

What more could a mom ask for?

On Being a Daughter

Lately, I’ve written a lot about being a mother and a grandmother. Since Sunday is Mother’s Day, I figured I’d turn the other way and share my thoughts about being a daughter. Since Mom isn’t on facebook and she doesn’t usually cruise the internet looking for my blog or anything else, I figure I’m safe from having her see anything early.

So here goes. To me, being a daughter means all of this:

It means I grew up knowing I was safe and had all I needed.

It means I had the encouragement to pursue anything I wanted to do, and to be anything I wanted to be.

It means that even when I became an adult, I knew I had a place to go, a listening ear, and a shoulder to cry on.

It means that when I found my Prince Charming, I had a celebration fit for a princess.

It means that when I became a mother, there was someone who understood all I went through.

It means my kids had someone to call when they felt their mother was mean.

It means I have someone to measure myself against, when I want to kick back and settle for what I am.

It means now that the love of her life is gone, I can be there to assist her when she is lost, afraid, or unsure of herself.

It means that no matter what I do, I’ll never be able to fill her shoes. She’s one of a kind.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Love you lots!

Goals updates:

Health: eating better, but the battery on my scale died so I don't know if it's doing any good.

Writing: Other than this blog entry and the minutes for my writers’ group meeting, not much writing done.

Creativity: I finally got around to making a quilt (pictured above) out of some fabric I bought in Fremont over a year ago. I had enough to make a matching pillow. I just need to tie and close up the quilt, and close up the bottom of the pillow, and then my Mother’s Day gift is done! Of course, I’ll probably be closing up the pillow as my mom pulls into my driveway on Sunday morning.