If you wonder why my children’s bedtime routine proved peaceful (rather than frustrating) as a rule, I’d reply: That evolved once leadership chose to role model and make sound use of a set of rules, which, if broken, saw logical consequences meted out with an air of calm and loving self-controlled consistency that served to reinforce the development of mutually respectful and thus cooperative (rather than obedient) attitudes, which were absorbed as ‘thinking patterns’, all around.
And it’s a safe bet to believe that my power of intuition will know when to pen and publish a detailed description concerning the step by step progress of self discipled thought processes that took root within all three of my sons’ think tanks as we worked ever more ptoductively to create a mutually enriching nightly routine that ultimately satisfied the needs of parents and children.
As for now, let’s head back and observe events that followed in the aftermath of the head-on collision, which caused my natural weight of 110 pounds to shrink down to 90, over the next two years when emergency surgeries came close to putting out my lights and dimming my spirit’s inner strengths, which thankfully re-energized, overtime, due to the fact that I’d conscientiously worked to absorb a powerful trifecta of attitudes relating primarily to positive focus fortified by common sense, both of which strengthened my heartfelt determination to continue to provide my children with a living example of what it takes to resuscitate an overwhelmed human spirit so as to overcome adversity by adopting the attitude of mind over matter, day after painful day, while simultaneously maintaining my role as instrumental overseer of you sons daily lives as all three continued to carve out their existential paths, each of which was (and is) comprised of a series of stepping stones leading toward the development of a self disciplined sense of responsible behaviors, which are maintained by emotionally mature adults, and my decision to absorb that trifecta of attitudes so as to consciously role model self confident traits during trying times in hopes of inspiring each child to develop a personal sense of well balanced success by training his mind’s eye to focus upon reaching for each next star no matter what hurtle was cast in his path, little by little, a trio of imaginative, naturally rambunctious boys became three self disciplined, charismatic adults, whose self confident attitudes would continue to develop and expand over various aspects of life just as had been true when my intuitive nature, took talking stick in hand while guiding all five of us to gather around the kitchen table where family meetings were conducted so as to discuss far-sighted bigger pictures, which, over time, would actually materialize as the classic nature of change for the better matched the step by step plans that continued to shape up within my mind, over time, and knowing that all five of us would continue to age, I took note of my need to consciously relinquish the role of primary, experiential counselor, little by little, as all of us celebrated and embraced milestones based in personal growth spurts so that, with open-minded attitudes intact (to differing degrees), we five gained the grace to value the counsel of each other’s personal strengths and highly diversified expertise whenever ordeals arose that proved deeply complex, and though it’s true that my conscious mind had not thought through so much as a fraction of this long-term plan at the time of my lengthy recovery from several emergency surgeries associated with that life-threatening accident, hindsight has finally turned its spotlight of insight upon the trifecta of attitudes that had intuitively (if not consciously) permeated my awareness with this feeling: Many will love my sons if I die, but no one in our extended family or social circle has researched or consciously worked toward developing the host of open-minded attitudes necessary to role model the on-going, step by step, absorption of upstanding character traits that I hold myself responsible for processing mindfully, every day. And from that time to this, I’ve held myself accountable for serving as a living example of attitudes that my sons would observe during my difficult convalescence, suggesting why my mind, body and spirit felt inspired to work wholly toward healing from wounds, deep within, while on the surface I rejected anger in favor of rejoicing with an intuitive sense of appreciation for each small step taken toward my eventual recovery no matter how many times fate saw fit to test my endurance to peaceably tolerate personal pain without extinguishing my spirit’s smile by casting the serious nature of emergency abdominal surgeries across my path, repeatedly, over the next several years ... and when asked why anger did not overwhelm my cheerful nature, I’d reply: Anger never dawned on me, because I feel so grateful to be alive
Photo to follow, because presently I’m on the coast, planning to enjoy Ray’s first grade play, and the truth of the matter is this: Scrolling through photos, which number in the thousands, on my iPad can be a royal pain.
PS
While I’m feeling lovingly embraced by everyone who makes up Barry’s household, Will’s at home in the desert, because his work ethic as expert witness before The Industrial Commision ran interference with his feeling free to fly out and enjoy Ray’s first grade play with me. The night before my flight, Ray FaceTimed us, asking Papa, sweetly, to reconsider his decision. and though Papa clearly expressed that sometimes work wins out over everything else, I could tell that his processor’s open minded spirit wavered with second thoughts for this reason: As birthdays add up, life shortens up, and since no one (especially at our age) knows when good health will change offering the grim reaper reason to turn up as unexpectedly as I’d found myself recovering from emergency surgeries, multiple times, which may have highlighted the reason why my reflective sense of hindsight suggests that the less regrets that add up, over time, the better ...
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