Final Week in Family Tribal Leadership
Nothing ever goes as planned. That is the one lesson I am learning over and over again as I try to lead my family to greatness. Okay, greatness is a little much, how about to being better than we started. Today is October 10, 2010, which was the due date for my family’s leadership quests. Let me drill down to how they did. First, my husband. No he didn’t do the real estate thing. Once he got into it that didn’t seem practical so he went to applying for a job, which turned out to applying to many jobs. He got hired too but quit that day realizing it didn’t fit with his ethics. Now he is further down the job path and we have our fingers crossed that one of the jobs he applied for will come through or that he will find one that will work soon. My take, this has been a huge success. He got out there, got his feet wet, and still continuing.
My daughter who was going to bake a cake for the widows joined in with another daughter and then my son also joined in giving up his idea of cleaning the park. They of course waited until today to do it. They set out with the cakes they made to visit the widows and learned that not one neighboring widow was home. They had a life other than waiting for teenagers to knock on their door on Sunday afternoons. So my girls and son visited youth leaders in their church. The reported ah ha was that everyone needs a boost. They were surprised at what a difference it made in people who they would have judged had it all together. They learned everyone needs kindness.
My daughter that was going to do the book donation ran into the problems with that project which she may continue in a later date. She has decided to do another project this time for a widow that does answer her phone. My daughter was granted an extension and will be serving soon.
Then to my four year olds project. We had a great time buying the cookie dough at the grocery store together. (I can’t bake. Seriously I can’t stand putting all that butter and sugar in. All I think about is the clotted arties and I begin reducing the recipe then I get yelled at …you get the picture.) After we had the dough she did a good job in arranging all her siblings into helping her bake them.
Today we went as a family to give the cookies to my former mother-in-law, Mara Dee. As a side note, I adore my mother-in-law. This woman was one of the great ones. She was funny, full of life, and cared so much for others. She would spend months making wreathes for people sick at the hospital or for the elderly. She has dementia and quickly went downhill over the past few years. I haven’t seen her for awhile, being an ex-in-law and all but this was a good excuse. I know how much she loves children, cookies, babies and we brought all three.
I knew that Mara Dee wasn’t doing well. I’ve seen her before but I guess I wasn’t prepared to see someone that I love so much be so completely gone. As I looked into her eyes and saw someone completely checked out, I couldn’t help but remember how many times she would say how she didn’t want to become like that. How she never wanted to be a burned to anyone. How she would rather die than to not be able to function and remember. Yet, there she was exactly what she didn’t want to become. I waited until everyone else left the room and held my baby up to her and I think for a brief moment she looked at the baby with delight and then the cloud came over her again and she grew tired and scared.
As I look back at the journey, I am glad we took it. The kids enjoyed the meals, some like the picnics, storytelling and family time, which we are continuing. Yes, it has brought the family closer and hopefully created more memories for them to rely on later in life. Each person life has changed. There has been learning. I have to say what I learned most was the impact that my mother-in-law had on me. She loved me all those years I was her daughter-in-law. She took me in as daughter and a friend. Her influence I will never forget. It was her love that changed my life and made it so much better. It is my hope that my family when looking back will be able to say that about me. If they do, I know that my life was lived well for this reason I will continue to working on strengthening the tribe.





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