Hard to believe it’s already Memorial Day weekend.  Most Americans have a three-day weekend, go to the beach, BBQ and kick back.  But is this what our forefathers really only intended for it to be when they created this national holiday?

A time to relax or be with family can never be a bad thing.  But I hope you will stop this weekend and remember those who have given their lives for our freedom and those who are away from those they love so that we can enjoy this holiday in peace.  And in particular, I hope you will remember the children who have lost a parent due to the ravages of war and hate;  children who are still too young and blissfully unaware to see the bad in the world or understand how human beings can be filled with so much rage that they can turn weapons on each other; children who just want to cuddle and play with their moms and dads and be a true family.

So celebrate and enjoy but also remember!




photoI’m so excited for Mother’s Day as I consider my son the finest accomplishment of my life.  He is and always has been my greatest source of pride. On my birthday he, his sweet wife and darling 18-month-old took me to Disneyland, the land where dreams really do come true.

My son disappeared for a second and returned with two fast pass tickets to the Tower of Terror ride. Since his baby is too small and is wife is pregnant, that left only one other person he was planning to go on the ride with him – me!

After an hour of emphatic protest, the time came. My son said, “Mom, it’s time to face your fear – you can do this! You’re going to be so glad you did this.” Not wanting to let him down I reluctantly went through the turnstile.

My palms were soaking wet, my heart pounding and my knees literally weak. I asked everybody I met inside if the ride was bad.  Some said, “no you’re going to love it.”  Some said, “you’re going to hate it. I’m just going because my kids want to go but it’s awful.”

We got strapped in, and I started crying telling my son I couldn’t go through with it and had to get off.  Too late – we were off.  Four huge drops later and screams so loud that I literally lost my voice when I came off, I turned to my son and said, “I loved it and would definitely go again.”  He smiled broadly and said, “l’m proud of you. I knew it!”  My anticipation and imagination was far worse than the ride ever was.

My son is constantly teaching me about life. How many times do we let our imagined fear keep us from accomplishing things in our life?  If we could just take the first step out of our comfort zone, think of where we could go.

Life is an adventure meant to be lived to the fullest. Don’t let fear keep you from enjoying the ride!