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Dear God please feel free to be my helicopter parent. To be overly involved in my life and continue to point the way to better choices out of the love you have for me.

There was an article today in the Globe giving some validation to a style of parenting that has long been maligned. At times a style I myself embrace or fall victim to depending on point of view.

The Helicopter parent is over parenting or a parent who is TOO involved in their child’s life for TOO long. When their child is TOO old. So how does one distinguish when a child is TOO old to have their parent’s love, concern and advice..How does a parent just stop caring about how a child is doing in school or in their relationships or in their career or in their life and at what age??…I mean do those who resent Helicopter parents argue that it is ok to care but just not to say anything. To just let the being you love suffer all the consequences of a bad choice when perhaps a word of encouragement from a parent who loves them might have moved them to a different choice with less severe consequences. As parents do we ever stop wanting to share our experiences with our kids to help them have a better way than perhaps we might have had.

And TOO old?? I mean are any of us ever TOO old to hear our parent express their love for us? Is it just a style not a substance debate… I mean it is ok to love and care about our children but now we are going to be over critiqued for how we go about expressing that love. I do so lose patience with folks who are so concerned with style that they miss the point or the substance of whatever the issue might be. It seems I know lots of people who are concerned with style over substance and not just in parenting but in so many of the social interactions we encounter everyday.

Again I ask
Dear God please feel free to be my helicopter parent. To be overly involved in my life and continue to point the way to better choices out of the love you have for me.

Amen

Hi God,

Am I right that I got to have off yesterday?
Sundays don’t count among the forty days?
At least, that’s the way I tallied things.
Anyway, I’m back for one more day,
with luck, another thirty-five will follow.

An example of the intemperance of things, I suppose,
has been aptly demonstrated this weekend.
I looked at my yard on Saturday and thought
about raking up the leftover leaves
and all the dead sticks
that had fallen from the trees
over the winter;
I thought about casting
new grass seed about.
Then, I wake up today,
and it’s all snow.
So back to shoveling;
one set of plans shelved
for the necessity of the moment.

So my prayer today
is that you help me remember
that dreams are ok,
but that they shouldn’t get in the way
of the here and now.
When it is time to shovel
help me to make time to do just that.

Also, please have mercy on my soul,
sinner though I be.

Amen

dear lord

We pray for traveling mercies for all the poor folks who must venture into this winter mess for their work.

We also pray for discretion for those who do not have to travel that they should enjoy the day and stay off the roads and out of harms way

and mine as well….I being one of the poor folks who am working on my resentment level that I have to shovel and travel and be out in this ICKY ICKY weather.

I need to be grateful that I don’t have a shoulder that was recently operated on like my uncle LArry’s so that I am able to shovel….

I need to be grateful that my house is warm and that my child is home safe with his father…

I need to be grateful.. that I have a job that pays me to come out in this mess to do the monthly yields…..
even though I suppose no one really needs to know whether the yield on Feb 27 was so very different than the yield on March 2…

but the POLICY

(and we live and die by POLICY)

is the last day of the month yield is reported and the work is generated on the first day of the month

come hell or high water or piles and piles of snow..

I need to be grateful Lord and I am not..

I am NOT

Help me find that gratitude that I know intellectually I should have but I can not find with my Emotions…

Amen

Dear God,

More?
Really?

Give me strength and make yields day go smoothly.

Amen

God,
You know the bit about “When God closes one door, another opens”
I really do get that one.
So often I feel dejeted when events don’t go as I planned, yet if
I just let it go, something good seems to develope from the change.
How remarkable!
Now, if I could only be more open to expecting the good that sudden
change brings, life would be oh so joyous.
Well, that is alot to ask…..
I’ll settle for the time to sleep and catch up on paperwork
that weather threats and a cold kept us from a birthday celebration in VT have provided.
Thank you for your closing and opening of doors.

amen