Monday, May 26, 2008


Warning: disjointed and random post this morning: seems I am unable to be cohesive yet today.

Went to a family reunion this weekend. This was my Dad's family, which is actually the smallest of the clans I belong to and yet it has been the longest time since we were all together. In fact, the last time was when I got married; nearly 14 years ago. Wow. However, in our defense, we are spread out in both Ontario and BC, which does complicate things.

Some of the amazing things:

Cousins I (before this weekend) still though of as children are all adults now (I'm the oldest of the bunch) and meeting a second (or third?) cousin I didn't even know about were all wonderful surprises.

Seeing all of the similar features on each face reminds me that I'm part of something bigger. My daughter (whom everyone says looks so much like me) actually more strongly resembles both my sister and my sweet cousin Jenna (the resemblance was further enhanced when Jenna braided Kathleen's hair just like her own.)

My son had the best time playing ninja chicken something (Moms are not meant to understand these games) with both my sister and all my giant cousins who took such joy in horseplay with this small sweet boy; he had the time of his life. Most of them had never met him before, yet despite their wildly diverse facial foliage, he took to them like he'd known them all his life.

Talking with my newly discovered 2nd cousin who is only slightly older than me, and who had a serious stroke some 10 years ago. What an amazing, inspiring woman! Conversation is a bit like playing a combination of charades and some odd word association game as she is not always able to make her mouth say the all of words she is thinking. She just laughs and carries on; after a few minutes of talking with her, you forget that this isn't the usual way to communicate. Though it must be terribly frustrating at times, Jill is the most cheerful person I have met in a long time; she refuses to let the past get her down. Something to remember when I'm feeling sorry for myself.

The food. OMG... we are a bunch of fabulous cooks. Sometimes it seemed like all we did was eat and drink! One of my uncles was celebrating his 60th birthday so the last food we shared was his birthday cake (my Mom baked it ahead of time... my job was just the icing and decorating.)

The only negative about the whole weekend was the bugs. The blackflies were swarming like I have not seen in MANY years; you'll likely just see a black mass hovering around some vaguely people-shaped things in all of the outdoor photos we took. Pretty sure we all donated a pound of flesh (or blood) to feed them so I suppose it is somehow appropriate they were in the photos... some of them had more Capyk blood in them than we did.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

It's been a crazy week (as you've no doubt noticed by my conspicous absence here) and I'm just getting back to my so-called normal routines. Nothing exciting of course, just massive piles o' stuff to deal with.

This is a few days early, but as I still have more piles o' stuff, I wanted to make sure I got it posted in time.

Happy Mothers Day... to all the mothers; the almost mothers, the mothers-in waiting, and the loss-filled mothers, the grieving mothers, the forgotten mothers.

For the mothers of multiples, and of singles; of tiny babies, and of big chubby wonders.

For those who live in the NICU or the PICU; for those who are dealing with the terrifying reality of a sick child.

For those of you who have lost a child through any circumstance, whether it was moments after you found out you were pg, or whether your child was a senior citizen; whether your loss was yesterday or 50 years ago.

For those of you who desperately want to be a mother, and cannot; whether it's your first or your fifteenth that you are trying for.

For those of you who are currently expecting or cradling that new babe in your arms.

For those whose child is in the terrible twos, or the equally terrible teens.

For those of you whose children are leaving the nest, or have come back home to roost for a time.

For those of you who have adopted a child, and for those who have fostered a child and given them a safe place to be for a time. For those of you who have given up your child.

For those of you who are single Moms, and those who feel like you are.

For those of you who have made difficult decisions, and done what's best for the sake of your kids.

For the mother-in-laws who have shared their children with another person.

We are the tribe of mothers and this is our day. Some will be pampered or given gifts made by small hands... cards held together with massive amounts of glitter and glue. Some will be ignored or worse. Some will not even be acknowledged as belonging. It doesn't matter. Take this day and make it your own. Give yourself a moment and hold your children dear in your heart.

To all of you I say Namaste*

* there are several different interpretations of the word namaste; these are 2 of my favourites:

I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that
place in me, we are One.

The light within me honours the light that is within you and wishes you peace.