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<channel><title><![CDATA[ - Family]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.theordinarysage.com/family]]></link><description><![CDATA[Family]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2024 00:36:05 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Mom, The Birthday Card﻿]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.theordinarysage.com/family/mom-the-birthday-card]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.theordinarysage.com/family/mom-the-birthday-card#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 19:35:35 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.theordinarysage.com/family/mom-the-birthday-card</guid><description><![CDATA[ 				    				  My most sentimental and cherished keepsake is a 50 cent card from my mother. &nbsp;I received it on my 27 th birthday. &nbsp;I thought it would be fun to send it back to her on her birthday creating what would come to be a life long tradition between us. &nbsp;Worn, faded and frayed, our birthday card is 37 years old this year (2011)&nbsp;The original words say: "I'm glad you're having a birthday, I'd hate to grow old alone". &nbsp;Arriving on the planet only 15 years apart, yes,  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div style="height: 20px; 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width:100%; padding:0 0 75%;overflow:hidden;'><div class='galleryInnerImageHolder'><a href='http://www.theordinarysage.com/uploads/6/4/9/6/6496990/9975678_orig.jpg' rel='lightbox[gallery264781866339427064]' onclick='if (!window.lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src='http://www.theordinarysage.com/uploads/6/4/9/6/6496990/9975678.jpg' class='galleryImage' _width='400' _height='533' style='position:absolute;border:0;width:100%;top:-38.83%;left:0%' /></a></div></div></div></div></div><span style='display: block; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow: hidden;'></span> </div>  				<div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden;"></div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="1">My most sentimental and cherished keepsake is a 50 cent card from my mother. &nbsp;I received it on my 27 th birthday. &nbsp;I thought it would be fun to send it back to her on her birthday creating what would come to be a life long tradition between us. &nbsp;Worn, faded and frayed, our birthday card is 37 years old this year (2011)&nbsp;<br /><br />The original words say: "I'm glad you're having a birthday, I'd hate to grow old alone". &nbsp;Arriving on the planet only 15 years apart, yes, we have been blessed to grow older together. &nbsp;Every entry shares a piece of our life, love, inspiration and gratitude. &nbsp;She is my rock. &nbsp;My Mom is&nbsp;an amazing woman.&nbsp;<br /></font><br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Mothers]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.theordinarysage.com/family/first-post]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.theordinarysage.com/family/first-post#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2011 18:06:56 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.theordinarysage.com/family/first-post</guid><description><![CDATA[To Mothers Everywhere,I want to acknowledge you for the love, support and care that went into mothering that only you know;for the tears no one saw you cry and for the tears you still haven't released;for the difficult choices you made in a moments notice and then had to live with;for the times you risked being liked in exchange for the strength gained in your guidance&nbsp;and for the times you&nbsp;would have liked to of done something differently than you did;for modeling honesty and integrit [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="1">To Mothers Everywhere,<br /><br />I want to acknowledge you for the love, support and care that went into mothering that only you know;<br /><br />for the tears no one saw you cry and for the tears you still haven't released;<br /><br />for the difficult choices you made in a moments notice and then had to live with;<br /><br />for the times you risked being liked in exchange for the strength gained in your guidance&nbsp;and for the times you&nbsp;would have liked to of done something differently than you did;<br /><br />for modeling honesty and integrity and for the pain you must have experienced when you couldn't;<br /><br />for your silent faith that we could get through anything and for the moments you might have questioned all of it;<br /><br />for the struggle between living a balanced life yourself and being available to everyone else;<br /><br />for the painful losses you have endured but didn't ever give up and for when it was too unbearable for you to hold on;<br /><br />for time you spent in physical pain without saying anything and for the times you reached out to let someone know you were hurting;<br /><br />for words spoken that brought closeness and for the words spoken that created distance because you didn't know another way in that moment;<br /><br />for struggling with your own adversities, addictions and fears while helping me overcome mine and for&nbsp;the unspoken wisdom that we are here to help one another.<br /><br />For you............ exactly as you are.&nbsp;<br /><br />For your love.......... exactly as you give it.<br /><br /><font color="#da4444"><br />My own mother gave me gifts of&nbsp;acceptance,&nbsp;trust,&nbsp;perseverance, order, listening, friendship, a sense of adventure, positivity and love. I&nbsp;continue to take the gifts she gave me, add my own and give them away.</font></font></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><br />What gifts did your mother/grandmother give you?&nbsp;<br />Would you like to add to the letter acknowledging mothers?<br /><br />I welcome your response and look forward to hearing from you, it increases my awareness and inspires me.<br /><br /><br /></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#66CCCC">Your comments and questions may be posted unless you request otherwise. Sherri</font><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>