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Inspiration for this blog came from my cousin Roy. His daily reflections of the events in his life have been thoughtful and interesting. Family, friends, colleagues are welcome to read my blog.
Showing posts with label povera me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label povera me. Show all posts
Friday, September 8, 2017
ARE YOU A POVERA ME PERSON? POOR ME!
Povera me means poor me in Italian. Everyone has stuff. Everyone gets busy. Jobs, children, poor health and well just too much to do in too little time. But the Povera me people always try to outdo everyone. You're busy but I am busier! Let me tell you about my sorrows! Well you get the picture! We all need to talk and share our lives. Friends can be good listeners. But to be a friend, it is also important to listen and not just burden with your stuff! Aging brings changes in life, body and soul. The energy is not the same as in our youth. Not just the forests but all the trees are tough!
With the social media world where everyone is trying to outdo everyone with how wonderful their lives are, we can feel well our lives are not that great. It can be smoke and mirrors too! So do we resort to Povera Me! My life is not like that image seen everywhere! So how to balance the good, the bad and the ugly!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
NANA SAYS " YOU'RE A HAPPY PERSON MOM!"
Children observe who we are and know our faults and strengths better than anyone else. My daughters paid me a great compliment recently by saying- " You're a happy person Mom!" There are times that adversity occurs in all our lives but I present happy because I make the effort for myself, my husband and my children and of course now the little grandchildren to try to be happy. Not the woe is me or as the Italians would say Povera Me! Poor me! By enjoying the little moments in life and just being, I guess brings the happiness. Happiness does not happen to a person but comes from within! It is not the things we have or the great vacations, although they can contribute to the mix that brings happiness. So how did my children discover this about me! What did I do? I wish I could tell you so you can decide if you want to be a happy person. If there were descriptors of you as a parent or grandparent, what would you want it to be? There are children that find the grownups in their lives as miserable people. Angry? Resentful? Victims? Who wants to be around them? My grandchildren will tell their parents they want to see their Nana and their Granpa if a time has passed without a visit. Is it because we are so happy to see them- making eye contact, smiling, saying their name and giving a favourite treat when appropriate- after a nutritional one first! So what would your children say about you? What word would they use? What word would you want them to use?
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