For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction

Before I started writing this blog post, I looked up the name of this post to make sure I didn’t write something incorrectly. As a side effect of having been in the publishing industry for many years, it can cause me to  have an eye twitch if something isn’t written properly. Mind you, I am not a professional writer, nor am I a professional editor. However, I’ve seen enough pages go to print so I do ok with correcting people on their writing skills sometimes.

I’m sure at some point in my public education career I learned about Isaac Newton’s three laws of motion, but didn’t retain a damn thing about them. As I am now 48 years old and becoming increasingly more into the metaphysical world I see that science is actually quite important. If you were one of my science teachers in high school and you’re reading this, I’m sorry. I memorized for tests and then promptly forgot everything you taught me. I think the one science class I can honestly say I learned the most from was Mr. Chris Canning who taught my Marine Biology class. I didn’t change his name because he was an amazing teacher who actually gave a crap about what he taught. Truly it was his passion… well that and the manatees, but then I’m really digressing here.

I am talking about the 3rd law for this blog post which states for every action (force) in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction. My childhood wasn’t completely horrible and I do have some great memories from it. I can honestly tell you that my mother did the best she could with what she had and the knowledge she was given growing up. We were always fed as children, never did we go hungry. We may have had very simple dinners, but some of those dinners are still my very favorite (macaroni, tomato sauce and polish sausage with garlic seasoning aka goulash). I think back now to how tired my mother must have been after working hard all day long as a single mother of 3 children in the 70’s and then had to come home and cook dinner. I know how hard it was for me in the 90’s as a single mom making a good salary and I did a lot of drive-thru’s which my ex-husband used regularly as a way of pointing out my shitty parenting.

My mother was often very good with making do with what we had. Her parents Damon, father, and Carmon, mother had a farm growing vegetables and raising animals which we could eat. We often worked on Grandpa Damon’s farm to help gather food so we could can it. By helping to work on the farm, Grandma Carmen would always send mom home with canned vegetables and frozen meat from whatever animal had been slaughtered for food. It wasn’t unusual to eat an animal you had fed the day before.

When I was about 7, I’d had a particularly rough week. I was struggling with my parent’s relationship and my mother had promised me she’d take me out to the park and we could have a picnic just the two of us. I was so excited to just spend time alone with her. When Saturday came and it was pouring rain, I just cried. I was absolutely broken-hearted. My mother sent the boys out to have fun with their friends. She then put out the red and white checked tablecloth on the floor in front of the television and put our picnic on the floor. She said since we couldn’t barbeque, we’d just eat cereal. We had Boo-Berry cereal in the living room. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was allowed to eat cereal in the living room and I got to spend a few very precious hours with my mother.

To this day, this very precious memory is one I cling to with all of my heart. It is this memory which reminds me my mother has true love in her heart. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have done something so kind. We are often bogged down by the stress of daily life that we forget to appreciate the precious things in our lives, including our family relationships. I’ve done it with my own children who will remind me of my poor parenting moments at any given time. They remind me “That’s what we’re here for Mom.” Yeah yeah…

All I can say to them now is this simple set of phrases which they will always hold dear:

I love you forever, I like for you always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.

Peace be with you

Shelley

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