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Say That You’ll Be True…

When I was a young child, even younger than Katie is now, my mother would sometimes invite me into the living room to dance with her in the evenings after supper or on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

She would choose our favorite album for dancing, Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Chronicle. Ever so carefully, she would slide the large disc from its cardboard sleeve, leaving behind the white paper lining. After lifting the lid on the record player, she would gently place the 33 on the turntable and pick up the needle.  I can still remember the way the needle sounded when she slowly lowered it onto the vinyl album…the slight scratch of the needle as it found its way into the groove, beginning with our favorite song, Suzie Q.

My mother, then a young woman in her mid-twenties, would stoop down and swing me up into her arms and spin and dance with me to the music. She was truly beautiful and her smile was brighter in those moments than I remember seeing at any other time in my childhood.

Those moments were ours alone.

Oh Suzie Q

Oh Suzie Q

Oh Suzie Q Baby I love you

Suzie Q

Swirl, dip, hug, and the reprieve from any sadness.

like the way you walk

I like the way you talk

I like the way you walk I like the way you talk

Suzie Q

Spin, dip, giggles, and the beauty of forgetting the things that we didn’t have.

Oh say that you’ll be true

Oh say that you’ll be true

Oh say that you’ll be true and never leave me blue

Suzie Q

Squeals, dip, I love yous, and the belief that life was good.

Oh say that you’ll be mine

Oh say that you’ll be mine

Oh say that you’ll be mine Baby all the time

Suzie Q

Twirl, dip, neck kisses, and the hope that she would never release me.

Oh, Suzie Q

Oh, Suzie Q

Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you

Suzie Q

Spin, dip, hair stroking, and the feeling that I was the center of the world.

I like the way you walk

I like the way you talk

I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk

Suzie Q

Belly laughs, dip, gasps for air, and prayers that the moment could last forever.

Oh, Suzie Q

Oh, Suzie Q

Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you

Suzie Q

Hugs, snuggles, cuddles on the couch in a heap, and the yearning for just one more song.

Just one more song.

Those small moments with my mother sustained me through the rough times and offered a beautiful contrast to sadness.  They showed me a happiness that made me hopeful about this world.

Thank you, Mom.

This post an excerpt from my book and is in response to a prompt that invited us to write a piece of work using a song as inspiration.

The Best Medicine

Nearly two months ago, our family was struck by tragedy that left us feeling alone and scared.  I tweeted about our struggles and was astonished by the kindness of several amazing people.

Lori was one of those people.  She reached out and truly threw us a life-preserver that that kept us afloat for days.

Within moments of my tweet, she had sent me her personal email address and phone number and encouraged me to call her.  I would have never felt that I could actually impose upon her by making that call, but at her insistence, I did, and she was calm, encouraging, and educated–exactly what we needed.  During our calls, she provided me with information, advice, and compassion.  She empowered us and helped us to feel as though we could keep going.

My family will be forever grateful to her for the role she played in one of the most difficult times we’ve experienced.

And on top of being one of the kindest and calmest people I know?  Lori is also beyond funny and is beautifully self-deprecating.  Her blog, In Pursuit of Martha Points is truly unique and between her stories, photos, and graphics, there’s never a dull moment.  Her blog honestly reflects who I have come to know her to be–funny one minute, tender the next.

Thank you, Lori, for being there for my family when we didn’t know which way to turn.  Thank you for making me laugh when I need it and for inspiring me to pursue my goals.

When we meet next month, to show you just how much I love you, I will be certain that I know exactly how to make your coffee.

And now, finally, I share with you Lori’s lovely contribution to Small Moments Mondays

The Best Medicine – by Lori


As a family. All five of us with serving dishes and salt and pepper shakers, placemats and a chipped butter dish.

I stepped into the kitchen to get something…a serving spoon, perhaps. And asked, as I stood up, why the coffee table was in the wrong place. The answer, which I already knew, came from Child B: “I guess I forgot to put it back after we rehearsed.”

When I said, as I sat back down, that I’d been hoping for something more interesting, the following conversation ensued.

“There was a herd of wildebeest…”

“No, it was space aliens.”

“… And the aliens knocked the table over. We were so busy cleaning up the from the rest of the havoc they wreaked that we totally forgot to put the table back.”

“From a metaphysical standpoint, the table could be anywhere.”

“Quantum physics says that the table both is and is not in the right location.”

“Or, it says that if you’re not looking at the table the probability that the table is and is not in the right place is exactly equal.”

“Zen furniture: the table is still a table in whatever location. Embrace the table.”

“In Soviet Russia, table locates YOU!”

“Ask the table about its mother.”

“Then the table would need to lie on the couch.”

“If a table gets moved in a living room and no one is around to hear it, is it still a coffee table?”

“Life is like a coffee table…”

I ate my dinner, I chuckled. And I loved my kids with all my heart.

They are smart and funny. Making each other laugh is important. When they do the dishes after dinner, I hear laughter. When they’re all stuffed in the back of the car when we go anywhere, they make each other laugh.

They make me laugh. They make Himself laugh.

It would be so easy, in a house of five people and two bathrooms, in a home of step-parents and step-siblings, to let friction percolate and let small irritations grow into arguments and discord.

Yet I hear laughter more than anything else.  More than disagreement, more than tension and more than rivalry.

Life is so large some days – with work and grades, talk about college, talk about the world. We worry about the news, we worry about our children learning about the news. We think about retirement, our investments and the value of our house. We wonder if we are giving our children every tool they need to build the life they want in the world. Each brick in our lives feels so weighty it seems as if we are in perpetual need of pulleys and crowbars.

But when I sit down for the evening meal and hear my kids teasing each other and laughing at jokes with punchlines only they can understand, life becomes my dinner table. Small, intimate…and my very own. With serving dishes and placemats and salt and pepper shakers.

And a chipped butter dish.

Now quickly grab a pad of paper and a pencil, head on over to Lori’s place, and be sure to read So what are “Martha Points?”,  where Lori explains her ingenious point system.  And don’t miss my some of my favorites, A Polite Request, Shopping for Points, and The Princess and the Pain.

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