You never know just what’s going to be useful in your life. I’ve used the sewing skills my mom insisted all of us learn (boys and girls) to mend my clothes, sew buttons back on pants, shirts, coats and sweaters. Put zippers in, design Halloween costumes, work on wedding clothes, decorations, mittens for a duck’s feet when she had infects wounds on them and wouldn’t stay off her feet (our first duck was a very stubborn creature) and now I’m using them to sew old feed bags together to make a tarp for the back of the truck.
Incidentally, I am also incredibly thankful for a thimble, because I shudder to think about the state of my fingers without that thimble.
Thanks, Mom, for being more stubborn than seven of your eight children when it came to learning how to hand sew simple stitches. (My youngest brother just went and hid and Mom had two jobs to get to and didn’t have the time to chase her youngest down to make him learn what the other seven already knew and he just wouldn’t learn it from the rest of us. He is ruing that now when the buttons on his clothes wear off and he has to wait to bring it to one of our houses to sew back on. My eldest brother was incredibly thankful all throughout his mission that he’d stuck out the sewing lessons and even knew how to use the sewing machines that the church members in his branch let him borrow.)
Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (I will update the link when this week’s original post goes up.)
My older brother told me that the contrails left by planes (that I hadn’t seen fly over the house earlier and so just thought were strange clouds) were the paths that dead spirits used to get to the next stage in life and I believed him for almost ten years before I figured it out.
Books are a big part of my family. All of us love books and getting a book, even one bought from a library book sale, is more than acceptable as a gift for any time of the year. So we all have little personal libraries as well as a communal house library for each house that a group of us live in.
Today is a new year and I know that this year I will finally be able to get my book collection back from my youngest brother. I am looking forward to reading through them all over again after being separated from them for almost four years. (Though I am also very grateful that he was able to hold them for me for so long. Without him, I would have lost all of the books.)
So I guess today I’m not only thankful for the (hopefully soon) return of my books, but for the books being able to be returned.
I have had too much sugar and am now temporarily shutting down. It’s one of those days.
Make sure to check out the original Thankful Thursday for the first time this year though! (Smiles Don’t worry, I’ll include the link to this week’s post as soon as it goes up.) Also, check out the Just Jot January prompt as well!
EDIT: The link to this week’s original Thankful Thursday has been added. Go check it out!
There is always a degree of separation involved in any kind of family living style. It can vary greatly on the amount of people you live with, the age of those people and how much space you have as a whole in which to live. Cultural norms for a family also effect this.
Living with a bunch of sisters also makes changes to privacy and separation.
Don’t forget that we’re always here
Even when you’ve just woken up.
Girls around every corner
Right where you least expect it!
Ever will you have to have emotional control
Even when you feel like a troll.
My poor youngest sibling, my younger brother, spent most of his childhood and teenage years being the only guy in a house of seven females (mother included there). Even with pets, we females always outnumbered them!
Now, as an adult, he still lives with more females as he shares an apartment with one of our sisters and a cat who is also a girl. He’s got some backup from our nephews, though, as we have more of them than we have nieces (boys: 7, girls: 3); when it comes to, as my mother calls them her grand-dogs and grand-cats (my brother and his wife can’t have children and so have dogs) we once again have more females than males (girl pets: 6, boy pets: 3).
My younger brother is also the least likely to get angry (I have never seen him truly angry and am kind of afraid of what it would take) and the first to forgive.
He would find her, no matter how well she had been hidden.
Why had she been hidden in the first place? It’s not like he would ever harm her. She was not like their sister who had turned her back on everything and anything they had once believed in.
Why his sister thought she was any better than him just because she had found some kind of princess didn’t mean that the princess would be the right one.
After all, their parents had found a princess who had become a queen and that hadn’t turned out very well for them, had it? No, they had been twisted and become the very thing that they had spent their entire lives fighting against not once, but twice. It was better to not put your faith into any kind of nobility at all. The only thing you should put your faith in was your own family and even then, only if they put all of their faith into you as well.
His sister had made her choice and in doing so had become his enemy.
Hurts amass over time,
I‘d like to think that I more sturdy than most.
Don’t forget that you will always carry
Disaster hiding in plain sight.
Everything has to begin somewhere.
Now will you ignore your scars, or respect them?
How is it that you come along
Even when my pains not gone
And hold me safe inside your arms
Letting love heal all my harms.
Even when I shout and cry
Really you are my favorite guy.
She wasn’t quite sure how to feel so she just sat there, tears streaming silently down her face. The ring that had held a place of pride on her hand now sat in her hand, the cold of the metal seeming to dull the gem that had previously shined in delight.
The door to her room opened and the pitter-patter of feet moving softly over the carpet came to a halt by her bedside. A plate was placed gently on the end table and the bed dipped as an arm came up and around her shoulders.
She said nothing as a hand gently guided her face onto a stronger shoulder and she cried out her sorrows on the shoulder of her brother.
The pie on the plate sat a silent testament to how well he knew her heart.