A Woman's Voice


HE’S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS ~ December 19, 2011 by Dolores Ayotte

               INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

I am the mother of three married daughters. I have eight delightful grandchildren.  I always knew that I loved my children with all my heart but I had no way of knowing until I became a grandmother that I would love my grandchildren with the same depth. Each time a grandchild is born, I feel the same thrill as when I gave birth.

When we raise a family we all go through the trials and tribulations that come with each phase of growing up.  I remember thinking to myself that after all three daughters were married and settled down, I would have a lot less to worry about. I must admit that this was one naive thought. 

As my family continues to multiply I find that I actually have more to worry about, not less.  Now my daughters are experiencing some of the woes of raising their children and I am well aware of almost everything that they are going through.  I try my best to encourage them to “not sweat” the small stuff but one of the things I still “sweat” about is childhood illnesses especially in the youngest grandchildren.  The older ones can at least tell you what’s wrong when they’re not feeling good. Is it only in my own mind or has there been an increase in childhood illnesses?  When these little ones get sick, I’m so concerned in a way that brings out the worrywart in me.

It is at these times that I have to search inside and draw from the same strength I used when my daughters were young. That strength is my faith. I know that each and every child born on earth is a whole world to God. I also know that He’s got the whole world in His hands. I not only desire to trust in Him, I need to trust in Him for the benefit of all just like my daughters need to do.

It’s wonderful to have been blessed with such an ever-growing family and I thank God on a daily basis but as I said, it’s not only the family that is multiplying.  The fears and concerns that go with it have also multiplied.  I need my faith now more than ever in order to  encourage my daughters. I want to be there for them as much as possible as they face what life has to offer.  I heard many years ago, that you never fully realize how much you believe in God until you have children.  I couldn’t agree more!  We need prayers and our faith as we work through the challenges that go with raising a family.  Don’t you agree?

 

MEMORY LANE ~ YOU ARE NOT BROKEN ~ November 14, 2011 Andrea Cockerill

Posted in MEMORY LANE by doloresayotte on November 14, 2011
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A WOMAN’S VOICE – My Daughter’s Voice 

Although the memory of our first breath when we entered this world is beyond our recollection, its innocence and wonder are no less profound. You just have to look at your own or any newborn child to see the vulnerability and utter newness of when a new soul begins its journey into the experience of being a human being.  When babies grow into toddlers, you can see the fearlessness of a child’s innate curiosity and how it propels them into following any and all of their hearts desires, which on many occasions goes against that of their mothers! 

Imagine living this way as an adult, following your heart’s desires with wild abandon. At some point in our childhood we go from living fearlessly, to viewing the world as unsafe. We start to realize that not all is right with the world and we internalize it as meaning that all is not right with us. At a deep level we turn from the experience of the newborn, a being of pure perfection, to feeling as if we are someone who is broken and in need of fixing. How painful it is to see ourselves in this light. We then start the process of seeing ourselves as possessing much darker traits. 

Many people may not even realize that they actually think this way because it goes beyond the awareness stage. It is at a subconscious level as evidenced by the words we say to ourselves about our lives. How many times have we said, if such and such happens, then I will feel good, be happy, find joy, be worthy of love, etc.?  This kind of thinking implies that at the core of our being, something is broken.  We then project this brokenness on the surface areas of our lives, our job, our bodies, our families, our communities and the list goes on. Isn’t easier to try to fix that, which is outer, than to go deep within ourselves and feel the emotion of brokenness, vulnerability and just plain not measuring up? 

In my opinion, we spend so much time protecting ourselves and our spirit, trying to fix that which is truly not broken. Yes…you are not broken. There is nothing to fix. The centre of your being is pure perfection and light. It is the part of you that always was and always will be. You can’t lose it, damage it, abandon it, or escape the love that resides in you. You may have developed coping mechanisms along the way to protect yourself that have created layers similar to that of an onion. With compassion and faith, each of these layers can be carefully peeled away to reveal the wonder and innocence you came with when you entered into this world as pure perfection itself. 

When you learn to view yourself as whole, failure won’t have such a high price tag. It won’t run so deep and healing won’t take so long after you stumble and fall. Highs and lows would be just a part of life because the thread running through life’s challenges would originate from a feeling of innate wholeness and love. I pray for this for myself and for all women, and I pray each one of us experiences the joy of living with wild abandon like that of an innocent child. 

When I was young, I was innocent and saw the world as limitless. Now that I am older, I may see the limits of this world, but my faith sees the limitlessness of God. It is this faith that allows me to spread my wings and take a chance on life. 

Thank you Andrea! 

Andrea lives in Winnipeg with her husband Jeremy and is the mother of four children.   She holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree with a major in Psychology as well as a Bachelor of Social work from the University of Manitoba. 

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INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES AND ANECDOTES ~ Best Friends ~ October 19, 2011 by Dolores Ayotte

A Wo-Man’s Voice

The other day, my two-year old granddaughter told me that I was her “best friend”.  Wow…where does a two-year old hear such an expression?  Well, she has three older siblings and I’m sure she heard it from one of them when they were talking with their friends.

I was very touched when she made this comment, although, I’m not so sure she knew exactly what she was saying.  Young children, usually go to great lengths and have much need for a best friend. It’s all part of the growing up process. I’m pretty sure we have all been there.

As the years have gone by, I’ve come to realize that the girlish need for a best friend no longer exists.  My “best friend” is my husband and all my female friends are just that, my friends.  I love them, enjoy them, and I relish the relationships that we share.

Over the years as part of the maturation process, I have changed my focus.  For many years now, my goal in life has been “to be” a best friend rather than “to have” a best friend based on some insecure need of mine. In doing so, I have surrounded myself with a wonderful group of people, both female and male.  I always try my “best” to be a true and loyal friend. I have every desire to take their feelings into consideration.  Hopefully, one day my two-year old granddaughter will realize that I am truly her best friend because I love her with all my heart.  Isn’t that what being a “best friend” is all about? I sure hope so because my friends mean the world to me.

QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

“Friends are an indispensable part of a meaningful life. They are the ones who share our burdens and multiply our blessings.”  (Beverly Lahaye)

 

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MEMORY LANE ~ The Persistence Of The Spirit ~ October 17, 2011 by Andrea Cockerill

A Wo-Man’s Voice   

If you have ever been around children, you know how persistent they can be when they want your attention. All of my children let me know in their own way if they feel like they are not getting their fair share. Today it was my oldest daughter who told me loud and clear that her well for my attention was running low.

After filling my daughter’s well, I started thinking about how persistent our spirit can be when we are ignoring its guidance and passions. I have on many occasions put my spirit last on the list, but I am comforted with the fact that my spirit is going nowhere. No matter how long I ignore it, it is like a patient and trusted friend, waiting for my next phone call.

Our relationship with our spirit is like any other relationship that we honor in our lives. It needs our time in order for an intimate bond to be built. It is the difference between talking to one friend every few months and talking to another friend every few days. You may cherish both friends but it is the friend whom you talk to more often that is going to know the more intimate details of your daily life. This same principle applies to our spirit. If we form an intimate relationship with our spirit, we will be better able to understand and intuitively follow its subtle guidance system.

Your spirit promises you that it will never reject you. It is persistent but patient, and its sole goal is to lead you to the Divine. Forming a relationship with your spirit needs to be a conscious decision on a daily basis, but the rewards span a life time.

Namaste (I see the Divine in you which is also in me.)

Thank you Andrea! 

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QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

Continuous effort is the key to unlocking our potential”  (Black Elk, Native American)

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A MAN’S VOICE ~ From a Male’s Point of View ~ (My Husband’s Voice) Fred Ayotte ~ October 5, 2011

“A Woman’s Voice!”   I jokingly said to my wife that because I have been listening to a woman’s voice my entire life, I should write an article for her blog. I told her that after all these years, I am now an expert. Surprisingly, she agreed to let me do it. 

I grew up in matriarchal home where my mother was the dominant voice. She provided me with the strong will and character that allowed me to achieve the success that I have to this day. At 20, I was fortunate enough to marry a beautiful and intelligent, but strong-willed woman. She has continued to provide me with excellent advice and direction throughout my life. I once said to her, that the only person I feared in life was her. If she only knew how true that was….lol.

Through this union I was blessed with 3 beautiful daughters who have continued (or at least tried) to guide me in life. Now I am the proud grandfather of 6 girls and 2 boys. Trust me, these granddaughters have now taken up the arduous task of trying to instruct me and my two grandsons on the ways of life. We must be slow learners??? 

I have found that women bring a different and often times a gentler perspective to things. They tend to balance the approach taken by a man. Several times during my working years, my wife would offer an alternative to a personnel problem that I was facing. By looking at both sides, I was able to come up with a much better solution. 

So as you can see, I have heard a woman’s voice many times in my life. Seriously, it is a sweet sound which I would not trade for anything in the world.

Thank you Fred!

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QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

“Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.” (Aldous Huxley)

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ May 8, 2011 by Charles Betts

                                    MOTHER’S DAY

Mothers pray for their children no matter where they are

God keeps those prayers in heaven stored safely in a jar

They become a fragrance so pleasant to His senses

She trades them in for angels who become her kid’s defences

 

I thank God every day for the woman who’s my mother

I’ve never looked around nor have I wished for any other

No matter where I journey I can always feel secure

I know she’ll be the anchor, she’s the lighthouse on the shore

 

She has a faith in God that helps to keep her spirit strong

She taught us what was right so we knew what was wrong

She didn’t always say so, but I believe she often knew

When we were up to something she’d advised us not to do

 

I never was an angel, though she’d tell you that I was

Any time I was corrected it was always for just cause

I hope her memory fails her, she can’t bring to her mind

The many times I sassed her, or I stepped out of line

 

I probably never told her, but I did appreciate

How often she would pray for me when I was out too late

I kept the angels busy as they watched out for my soul

They did my mother’s bidding. They were under her control

 

My mother loved the laughter of the children in her home

Even though we kept her busy, no time to call her own

We knew that she was watching as we played out in the yard

While she was standing in the kitchen, working way too hard

 

So many countless lunches, the meals, the evening snacks

She gave so much to all of us. She got so little back

Hands and shoulders aching from the cookies, breads and pies

Were oh so kind and tender as she wiped our sobbing eyes

 

When our friends came over they felt welcome and a part

Of the love that was a river flowing from my mother’s heart

The neighbour kids had bikes. We traded cookies for a ride

That we thought were a secret as we smuggled them outside

 

I don’t think she ever counted, I’m sure nobody knows

The many dirty dishes, the many dirty clothes

Washing for ten children, who were mischievous one and all

We knew which one was guilty by the way our name was called

 

The children grew up quickly and some have moved away

I believe she misses them. Though she would never say,

She longs for them to call her, to hear some kind of news,

To ask for her opinion, or to share some point of view

 

Standing in her kitchen, though the remembering is hard

[There are no children playing, they’re not running in the yard]

She longs to hear the laughter of the children in her home

Her hands are never busy, she has all this time alone

 

A Poem By Charles Betts for Mother’s day 2009

 

Charles this is such a heart warming poem. I hope it touches the lives of many people today. Thank you kindly for sharing your deep love for your Mother.

Happy Mother’s Day to all my female readers who know both the joy and the tribulations of motherhood!  I’m sure there is many a line in this poem that you can relate to because as a mother, I see myself. Now as a grandmother, I see even more.  I’m honored to say that I have been blessed with my eighth grandchild just this week. Praise the Lord!

BRUISED CHILDREN ~ February 12, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS

A sweet young girl with tender eyes 

Banished to her room, alone, she cries

Somewhere inside her spirit dies

I think this is a shame

 

She listens as her mom and dad

Yell at her and say she’s bad

It’s all her fault when they get mad

She thinks she is to blame

 

A quiet boy with dark sullen stare

Listens as they curse and swear

Just wishing he could hide somewhere

Why do they call him names?

 

He once was happy. Would sing a song

He had good friends who tagged along

What has happened? What went wrong?

Why is his family strained?

 

A tender girl, a precious boy

Should only know of love and joy

Play and laugh and share their toys

They should not know this pain

 

Harsh, angry words. Mean, cruel tones

Hurt much more than sticks and stones

Breaking more than children’s bones

I think adults should refrain

 

When as parents, we lose control

And we destroy those tiny souls

How will they ever be made whole?

How will they laugh again?

 

A poem by Charles Betts April 27th, 2005

Thank you once again Charles for sharing such an inspirational poem with us.  Charles is a captain on the city of Fredericton, New Brunswick Fire Department where he has worked for the last twenty-five years. I’m pleased to announce that he has sent me two more poems which I will post on the following two Saturdays.    

Blog Hopping Day ~ Parents with Children in Sports ~ January 26, 2011

Posted in BLOG HOPPING by doloresayotte on January 26, 2011
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Audra Krell has recently given a make over to her blog site.  I like it!  I also enjoyed her article, “When Good Parents Are Bad  Sports”.  Audra truly shows that she has been exposed to children playing sports.  She has used her sense of humor and creative writing skills to demonstrate what I’m sure are her observations of some parents at these sporting events.  By doing so, she is able to playfully make parents aware of these observations plus give their children a few hints as to how to handle some of their parents not so desirable behavior.  I think you’ll enjoy this short, uplifting post on Audra’s suggestions for these “bad sport” parents.   Enjoy your visit with Audra at Krellfish. 

IN MY GRANDMOTHER’S DAY — April 5, 2010 by Rose Haynes

Posted in A WOMAN'S VOICE by doloresayotte on April 4, 2010
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 A WOMAN’S VOICE – My Aunt’s Voice   

Author’s Note:  This e-mail was sent to me by my Aunt Rose in response to BLUE MONDAY – My Mother’s Voice posted on March 15, 2010.    

I read the whole piece and was so impressed by your tribute to your mom.  It brought back to me just how diligently my own mother tackled her horrendous job of first doing all the laundry in a galvanized tub. 

She started by heating the wash water by buckets on the wood stove, wringing by hand and finally when she was facing a partial empty nest (5 of us instead of the original 11) she had her 1st motorized automatic washer complete with wringer.  

She was the only one allowed to get the little motor going, fill the tub with hot water from the stove top (still burning the old wood), sweat pouring down her face as much from the exertion as from being puffed with the pride of starting that motor with no less than three pumps. 

Everyone had to stand around in the farm kitchen just to see the immense white contraption and this short, chubby lady handling it with reverence and pride!  She hung the clothes outside, summer & winter.  Just for the fun, hang a queen sized sheet in the freezing winter and try bringing it inside without breaking it. 

I do prattle on, but things have changed radically and I guess I am old as I sometimes wonder if some of it is at all “good for us”!  

Thank you Aunty Rose!

Rose Haynes is retired and lives with her husband Bert in Digby, Nova Scotia. 

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