I wrote a post earlier “You Know That Moment When…” and I haven’t had any replies. I want to know what it is that you do that reminds you of your parents. When they say that you’ll NEVER be like your mom or dad and there you stand doing that thing that your parents did.
Please share those memories!
You know that moment when you’re standing there, doing something random such as cleaning the kitchen or running errands and you do something that reminds you of your parents?
I was just standing in the kitchen, cleaning, singing “Oh Susuanna, Oh! don’t you cry for meeeeeeee”…and in doing this, it reminded me of my mom. In the kitche. Just cleaning. Singing some random song and then she’d stop and chuckle at herself. Just as I did. In that moment, I realized I am like my mother. I’ll think of something random with my father and we can compare notes!
A sweet memory I thought I’d share.
Do you have any moments like this?
Visibly Hidden Art
There are so many beautiful things in life that we tend to dismiss due to the business of our lives. When they “stop and smell the roses”, you really should. From the tiny raindrops on the vibrant green blades of grass to the beautifully sherbet colored sunsets, we don’t take the time to enjoy it as much as we should. Media…yes I know, I am media right here, but media has taken over our lives SO much and it’s time to get back to some roots.
I mean Visibly Hidden…it’s there, you just have to open your eyes beyond the brightly lit phone in your hand or your laptop.
Here’s where my eyes opened beyond my screen…
It really started when I was living in Port Orchard, WA. I moved my family there for a job, when it turned out to be a complete bust and very against normal human interaction and respect for a person, I fought it and got fired. I was down and hopeless. My oldest son ended up staying with his dad in Everett, WA because he wanted to go to school where he had been going for the last 5 years and I couldn’t say no. I was sympathetic to him because I grew up a Navy brat, moving every 3 years until we landed in Washington state. I got him on weekends and it broke my heart more than I cared to admit because I had always had him. His dad was the one to get him on the weekends, and it hurt my heart. So I fell into drugs, yes typical story perhaps, but keep reading. It gets better.
I pulled myself out. Sam loved me and stuck by my side through all of my stupid choices while he was at home taking care of the kids, and at this time we had Cooper who was about 3 or 4 at the time. So we got through all the fighting and found our love and strength to be a family and push through my stupidity and I also got pregnant with my third baby, (I had 2 prior miscarriages) and I bled a lot with the baby at first and 9 months later I had a healthy, beautiful 7 lb 4 oz baby girl on April 6th, 2018. Emsli Charlotte Jean.
May 16 at 1 a.m. I got a call from my brother and I just thought that he was drunk and wanting to talk, but he called me back a few minutes later. In my sleepy haze I thought something must be wrong because he usually calls one after the other up to 3 times and this had a moment in between, so I answered… Dad is on his way to the hospital. It’s not good.
Dad is on his way to hospital…
Wait! What? Slow down Kaide. I shot up out of bed, found Sam and said you have to take care of the baby, I’m going to the hospital, something happened to my dad. So I get there at 1:31 a.m and talk to Dr. Einstein who tells me that he most likely has a ruptured aorta. I broke down. I was expecting a heart attack or stroke, not an abdominal aortic aneurysm. Dr. Einstein told me that if he was still alive by the time the surgeon and his team got there, he has a good chance of survival. Then the chaplain walked over and I knew this was for real. I sat there wiping the sweat off his face while he laid there trying to survive. He was in surgery for 15 plus hours and had to go in a second time because it was leaking still. Dr. William H. Reed saved my fathers life.
Three months later my dad was back to work and it was almost like nothing happened. He had also had a small stroke about 8 years ago now and the AAA (abdominal aortic aneurysm) had amplified it, so when he first came out of surgery there was no feeling on his right side. It’s back though and he’s a tough man. I love him so much.
Our mortality shown through, seeing him laying in the hospital bed with all these tubes sticking out of him then how he was starting to walk again and had to be taught how to get out of bed “properly” because he now had his whole sternum cut through and wired back together. This was amazing seeing this and how Dr. Reed saved my dad.
There’s so much beauty in life, we miss it.
This is where the name came in to play. Visibly Hidden Art. My dad had been in front of me all this time and I know I’ve idolized him, even through our ups and downs and now to see the hidden come to light was what opened my eyes. They’ve really always been open, but now they’re open a bit more. My children have been in front of me too, and they’ve always been beautiful to me. The rain that we all despise in Washington state turns out beautiful sitting on a leaf or spiderweb or how the sun highlights my baby girls eyes so amazingly. We have to remember in the end, we have each other and this beautiful world, that we need to look past the screen and look at one another a bit more. The beauty and the art is there. Even in the little smile you get from a stranger, it’s contagious. Let’s find one another again.