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Grateful

Grateful

I consider my childhood pretty magical ( not just because I was practically raised at Disneyland) because when I remember back, all my memories include my parents; And for me, I associate them with security and unconditional love.

 
Every good memory I have includes them, and I don’t remember a lot from my childhood. I just remember them being there.

 
I am well aware that not every child has what I was given – two parents who wanted to be around me ( and still do surprisingly. I have not driven them away yet).

 
I look back at picture of extravagant birthday parties my mom put on, and I have no memory of them. I see pictures of kids that I knew as a child, and for the life of me I cannot remember a single instance I was in their company ( except for you Betsy Boo and Elizabeth too).

 
Don’t get me wrong, every action on their part contributed to the bond my parents created with me. Even though I do not remember all the great things they did for me, those moments added up. Creating a foundation of mutual respect and love.

 
No, that does not mean we always see eye to eye, or that my beliefs are identical to theirs ( but frankly, we are not that far apart).

 
To this day, if you blindfolded me in a large room and lined the walls with parents, I know I could pick mine out just by their scent.

 
They are engrained in every comforting memory I have.

 
They believed in me even when I lacked faith in myself.

 
They allowed me to fall ( never gracefully, I am not capable of falling gracefully literally or metaphorically ) and pick myself up again.

 
Indulged my crazy dreams that didn’t always turn out as planned.

 
They taught me how to fight well,

 
Love well,

 
How to apologize,

 
And to appreciate the time we have with the people we love.

 
I was reminded, yet again, this weekend how fragile life is, and how important it is to spend as much time as you can with the people you love.

 
I am still trying to find my tribe, but what I do know is that any tribe I am a part of will include, what I lovingly refer to as, my bad ass back up army ( you know who you are) which includes my mom and dad.

 
I need to make some big decisions soon, and I am truly grateful to Lord above to have them as a sounding board and for their wise counsel.

 

I go before The Wise Counselor and  my family to ask for direction and clarity – where do you go?

Father’s Day

As this father’s day weekend comes to a close, I am reminded how grateful I am that God gave me into the care of my dad. He is not a perfect man, and he would be the first to tell you he has made many mistakes in his life ( never doubt a home-schooled kid when she tells you that little leaf is poison oak), but he loves unconditionally ( and is always willing to come save the day, or night, when a stupid teenager locks her keys in the car at 11pm 30 minutes away; Even when he has to get up at 4am in the morning).

 
Having a present and loving dad is something I will never take for granted. He never talked down to me as a kid. He was ( and is) understanding and comforting even if he didn’t quite know why I was upset. He would try out any concoctions I mixed up. Most of them being just a blend of all the hot sauces in the house, but I think the experimentation led to my love of cooking – so it kind of worked out for him in the end. He taught me how to play guitar, and encouraging my artistic tendencies. We had long conversations together (still do), but most importantly, he shared his love of Christ, and allowed me to find my own personal relationship with Him. Both my parents always encouraged me to question and to read everything I could get my hands on, and because of that, my faith has always been my own and not reliant on others.

 
All of the best moments in my life involve both my parents. I am so grateful for the unified front, and the time they spent with me.

 
This father’s day weekend I hope you were able to thank the father figures in your life, and even if your father ( or sperm donor if you so desire) was not the epitome of paternal love, show gratitude to the fatherly figures around you. They might have been a stand-in for your own un-fatherly figure, or they are simply great dads to their own kids/ grand kids/ nieces/ nephews…

 
Lets here it for the real Dads, you know who you are, and I salute you one and all.

 
And from a very grateful daughter who had the privilege of knowing not only her own dad, but his father as well (aka Grandpa) – Happy Father’s Day Dad

 
I hope you like the gift – I tried 🙂
Love
Hannah Marie

I Still Believe

I believe in fairy tales. No, I’m not crazy. No, I’m not five. No! I’m not a daydreamer with unrealistic expectations. Ok, I might daydream a little ( so sue me), but I bet I do it a lot less than most artists. And when it comes to expectations, I call myself an optimistic pessimist. That should tell you something. But I believe, oooh do I believe. I believe in loyal knights, honorable princes, gentle ladies, good conquering evil, and happy endings. I believe that a spoon full of sugar does help the medicine go down. That strength, courage, love, sacrifice, and hope are more powerful than hate, deceit, fear, and evil. I believe that a way to a girls heart is through giant libraries and a single rose. I believe in wishing on stars, and the unending bond between friends and family.

Ok, I know I’m losing you here, but stick with me for a few more seconds. I know bad things happen, and sometimes the darkness seems to win ( Quick Note: Cancer sucks, as do evil bosses that try and tear you down every day). So why, might you ask, do I still believe when I fully acknowledge life is not always great? Well, because fairy tales teach us how to fight the dragons, and the evil queens. In everyday life we encounter evil, heartbreak, and injustice. Sometimes our dragons are called cancer, poverty, depression …. Fairy tales don’t seem perfect to me. Bad things happen to the characters.

Come on, think of your favorite Disney movie, how many times do they kill off the parents, but we still don’t think of them as dark depressing parables on the fragility of life. No, we sing Let It Go like it’s our national anthem. Fairy tales tell us that we have to push forward and fight back against the evil or adversities we encounter. They are simply parables that teach us not to give up. Ok, now you’re saying it’s all well and good to never give up, but what the heck am I supposed to do when my magical fairy godmother takes a wrong turn and never shows up?

I see the magic in fairy tales as allegories. Simple examples of ordinary people accomplishing extraordinary things. When someone accomplishes or overcomes something difficult are we not in awe? When you find love on a planet that has billions of people, is that not a bit magical? We encounter magical things everyday through simple acts of kindness and extraordinary gestures. It may not be the bibbiti-bobbiti-bo type, but hay it’s a magical moment when someone brings you coffee out of the blue, or better yet chocolate.

I am probably not going to convince many people to believe as I do, but perhaps they won’t condemn those of us who do believe. Fairy tales can teach us many things. For instance, they taught me that nothing ever turns out how we think it will, but it will turn out. That the loyal knights we meet might be wearing tattered armor, but it simply means their mettle was tested and they came out of the fight in the end. Sometimes a beast is not just a beast. We have to look beyond what is on the outside to see the truth. Lastly, keep this in mind ” Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage”, You have to love C.S. Lewis.

To the believers and the dreams out there, never lose that touch of whimsy. To the skeptics, let a little magic in. I promise you won’t regret it

So, let me ask you this, do you believe?