Welcome to part three of my October 2017 vacation. I am working on catching back up with school, editing, everyday tasks, etc. So I decided to pace this series just a bit more, instead of posting a new part each day.
10/4/17- Was the day decided upon to celebrate dad and Josiah’s Oct. birthdays. It’s early as dad’s birthday is the 17th, and Josiah’s is the 24th–but our grandparents won’t be there on their birthdays so…
“Growing up is never straight forward. There are moments when everything is fine, and other moments where you realize that there are certain memories that you’ll never get back, and certain people that are going to change, and the hardest part is knowing that there’s nothing you can do except watch them.”
~Alden Nowlan (no idea who this is 😉 )
From the above quote…you may guess what this post is about. Growing up. Getting older, and leaving behind the days of littlehood. This has been put on my mind a lot lately. I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about it for years. I think the first time was when I was six years old. The world was big, the grownups were so very…grown up. I look back and can’t help but blush at some of the things I thought as a really little girl. One thing that I think is funny is that I thought I would have a ‘special someone’ when I turned sixteen. Then it was all the story of Sindersoot (aka-Ascenputtel, Cinderella) and all those other beautiful fairytales. Well…I turned sixteen and um- yeah. I had figured out long before then that my childish thoughts were just not the way things actually normally happen. I blame the Little House on the Prairie tv series with Melissa Gilbert playing Laura. Do any of y’all remember how Mary had a ‘special friend’ when she was maybe fourteen? 🙂 Anyways…yes. The more people I meet the more funny little kid stories I come across.
The reason it’s come to my mind RIGHT NOW is my big sis, Hannah- just turned eighteen. And I will be eighteen next year. We’ve been pretty close for a pretty long time now, and I’ve always felt left behind whenever she crosses into another season in her life. We really do grow at a different rate. Everyone is just so different.
There’s one thing I’ve decided about this tricky business called ‘growing up’. I don’t want to forget all my memories. And I don’t want to be sad, depressed, or bitter about being left behind. Because I’m a unique person, who God is shaping day-by-day into the image of His Son. And I can enjoy where He’s placed me. All to soon, I’ll probably be wondering where the years went. I’ll be one of the older and (hopefully) wiser people who’re always telling us teenagers to be content. To just enjoy where we are right now. Here’s another quote about growing up:
“One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed.”
That’s something I can identify with. As I get older…things I thought are torn down and replaced with reality. And that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It is often a very painful thing (depending what it is), but not always something that will devastate you. Read this Bible verse for a very telling thing about growing up.
“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.”
~1 Corinthians 13:11
Have you had any similar thoughts?
Do you have any favorite childhood memories?
What is ONE memory that you never want to forget?
p.s The cake for the post is the one I made for Hannah’s birthday. It was a two layer cake, one layer raspberry- the other vanilla. With chocolate cream cheese frosting, and strawberries on top.
For those of you who don’t know, I used to blog at a site I named ‘Crafty and Fun’. And as you may have guessed…that ship has sailed. But my love of crafting and creativity hasn’t. And so I am pleased to share what I made just recently for my dad’s birthday. A quick introduction though: One of the gifts I made stemmed off an idea I had for my upcoming etsy shop. The idea was (in my mind) grasping at straws. But it looked something like this:
Now, how does that relate to the gift I made dad? Well…it gave me the idea because of the twigs. Otherwise, it holds no relation to the gift for dad. But that’s how random my mind is. The slightest thing can trigger an idea (no matter how far out) in my brain. And that’s what happened here. So, I headed outside and brought in some twigs to make dad a coaster…
And then I got sidetracked and started snapping photos of my zinnia plant that just opened up…
I told you I tend to be rather random. But now for part two of the gift. I made a card, and I also made a beaded bookmark. Sadly, I didn’t have the best beads at my disposal for this project…but I made do.
Hope y’all liked this post, as random as it was. Stay tuned for some fall pictures and also for something about a survivors shelter. “What?” you say? Better keep an eye open to see what I’m talking about. Till then, adieu!
Do you ever hand make gifts for people?
Do you like zinnias?
What are YOUR thoughts on all this fall weather? (thumbs up over here!! 🙂 )