Greeks are smart.
As Buddha says: live like a mighty river.
And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.
A friend of mine sent me a link this evening with some amazing thoughts to ponder enclosed.
The above are just the conclusion.
I am totally in love with the idea of our ancestors living through us so make it GOOD!
When we named Missi, Melissa Sara Bailey we chose her middle name after Her great grandmother Sara. She died at 21 giving birth to her son Eugene, Tims Father.
At the time of Missi's birth I was just 25 and had a 2 year old. I was a child in many ways myself. I may not have adapted all that well to a cooking and cleaning stay at home wife, BUT being a Mom was definitely my thing.
I loved those girls, and still do like nothing else in the world.
As Tim and I chose both of our daughters names we chose names that would be cute as a child, strong as a woman, and had some family tie to their past.
Allison Elizabeth is named after my mother Alice, Tims mother Elizabeth.
As I said Missi is Melissa Sara- Genes Mother never got to raise her child. Gene was raised by an Aunt and Uncle. I don't recall where his father ended up but I dont think he was in the picture for long.
That said.... Living life as if your ancestors were living through you.
If my girls can carry the some of the characteristics of the strong women they are named after, we have succeeded.
I also think it has turned out perfectly how their names fell upon each of them.
Our jack Jones Tuzinski is holding up his end of the name bargain as well.
Jones being my family name, that I carried with pride and still think of myself as Suzie Jones.
When I hold my babies longer than they like, yes I still hold my big girls as they pat me on the back,or head to signal the "LET GO MOMMMM."
And wake my boy in the morning by climbing into bed with him to snuggle his sleepy face for a few minutes while I say my morning prayers. (Maybe not so much prayers but Thank you God's for another morning, and help us get through this day healthy and whole, hopefully learn something new"
I just opened our bedroom window a few inches more so we can hear the crickets while we can.
I am going to throw my leg over hubbies legs tonight since he is such a hotttt body. (hot temperature while he sleeps... as well as hot.. in a cute teddybear kinda way.)
I will take my Mom out for lunch tomorrow after work, because my ancestors would want me to do that.
I am making dinner for my brother Dave and Lorraine, and Nana along with my own family tomorrow night. Apple pie for desert. Because that is what ancestors would like... apple pie.
Maybe I'll call Tim to come as well. His ancestors would like that.
His mother taught me how to make a mean apple pie, so I will do that.
For them and for her.
I would like to think more about the ancestors that didn't get FULL lives.
My uncle Butch died in his early forties. Never saw his kids grow up and marry nor see any grandchildren.
My best friend Mary Ellen, who I think about everyday.
I cant believe Her son and my daughter will be living together with in a few weeks. She would be sooooo.....
hmmm...
Happy!!!! I'm sure we would laugh our heads off about this twist of fate. My daughter will probably marry my best friends son. Six years after her death. Oh Mar- I miss you everyday, I think my life woul dhave turned out alittle different if you could have stayed with me longer.
I wouldn't trade a single minute of those last few months together though. Painting your nails, helping you around the house, you loving our baby Jack and holding him while I puttered around your house picking up or cooking for the gang.
You did the same for me, But I lived. Oh the irony, bitter irony.
cousin Karen the person so full of life, never met a more generous soul. I think she encourages Jack to be devilish sometimes. As do alot of dead people that want to see me freak out!!!!!
Tell me that my Dad, and Mike Malone aren't HOWLING with laughter at some of the Jackisms!?
So Am i living my life as though my ancestors are living through me, ?
No, if I was I would be exercising as I should be and watching my dietary intake. So I can live longer.
But boy when I love I LOVE DEEPLY.
When I give, I try to give it all.
When I cry, I dump buckets of shameless tears for myself or others.
I can laugh hard, think fast and provoke some pretty good conversation.
If any of my ancestors want to join in ... feel free.
I may not lead an extraordinary life, but the life I have is filled with extraordinary people.
And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.
A friend of mine sent me a link this evening with some amazing thoughts to ponder enclosed.
The above are just the conclusion.
I am totally in love with the idea of our ancestors living through us so make it GOOD!
When we named Missi, Melissa Sara Bailey we chose her middle name after Her great grandmother Sara. She died at 21 giving birth to her son Eugene, Tims Father.
At the time of Missi's birth I was just 25 and had a 2 year old. I was a child in many ways myself. I may not have adapted all that well to a cooking and cleaning stay at home wife, BUT being a Mom was definitely my thing.
I loved those girls, and still do like nothing else in the world.
As Tim and I chose both of our daughters names we chose names that would be cute as a child, strong as a woman, and had some family tie to their past.
Allison Elizabeth is named after my mother Alice, Tims mother Elizabeth.
As I said Missi is Melissa Sara- Genes Mother never got to raise her child. Gene was raised by an Aunt and Uncle. I don't recall where his father ended up but I dont think he was in the picture for long.
That said.... Living life as if your ancestors were living through you.
If my girls can carry the some of the characteristics of the strong women they are named after, we have succeeded.
I also think it has turned out perfectly how their names fell upon each of them.
Our jack Jones Tuzinski is holding up his end of the name bargain as well.
Jones being my family name, that I carried with pride and still think of myself as Suzie Jones.
When I hold my babies longer than they like, yes I still hold my big girls as they pat me on the back,or head to signal the "LET GO MOMMMM."
And wake my boy in the morning by climbing into bed with him to snuggle his sleepy face for a few minutes while I say my morning prayers. (Maybe not so much prayers but Thank you God's for another morning, and help us get through this day healthy and whole, hopefully learn something new"
I just opened our bedroom window a few inches more so we can hear the crickets while we can.
I am going to throw my leg over hubbies legs tonight since he is such a hotttt body. (hot temperature while he sleeps... as well as hot.. in a cute teddybear kinda way.)
I will take my Mom out for lunch tomorrow after work, because my ancestors would want me to do that.
I am making dinner for my brother Dave and Lorraine, and Nana along with my own family tomorrow night. Apple pie for desert. Because that is what ancestors would like... apple pie.
Maybe I'll call Tim to come as well. His ancestors would like that.
His mother taught me how to make a mean apple pie, so I will do that.
For them and for her.
I would like to think more about the ancestors that didn't get FULL lives.
My uncle Butch died in his early forties. Never saw his kids grow up and marry nor see any grandchildren.
My best friend Mary Ellen, who I think about everyday.
I cant believe Her son and my daughter will be living together with in a few weeks. She would be sooooo.....
hmmm...
Happy!!!! I'm sure we would laugh our heads off about this twist of fate. My daughter will probably marry my best friends son. Six years after her death. Oh Mar- I miss you everyday, I think my life woul dhave turned out alittle different if you could have stayed with me longer.
I wouldn't trade a single minute of those last few months together though. Painting your nails, helping you around the house, you loving our baby Jack and holding him while I puttered around your house picking up or cooking for the gang.
You did the same for me, But I lived. Oh the irony, bitter irony.
cousin Karen the person so full of life, never met a more generous soul. I think she encourages Jack to be devilish sometimes. As do alot of dead people that want to see me freak out!!!!!
Tell me that my Dad, and Mike Malone aren't HOWLING with laughter at some of the Jackisms!?
So Am i living my life as though my ancestors are living through me, ?
No, if I was I would be exercising as I should be and watching my dietary intake. So I can live longer.
But boy when I love I LOVE DEEPLY.
When I give, I try to give it all.
When I cry, I dump buckets of shameless tears for myself or others.
I can laugh hard, think fast and provoke some pretty good conversation.
If any of my ancestors want to join in ... feel free.
I may not lead an extraordinary life, but the life I have is filled with extraordinary people.
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