For You

With my daughter far away at college this year, I have developed a new, a more deeper understanding of Mother's Day. I took for granted that Sarah would always be around for our special day together, now I realize those days are not as guaranteed as they once were. Yes, I know my September Blog was about her having to fly, I guess my brain understands the concept but I need to keep reminding my heart. Anyway, this Blog is what, I believe, every Mom wants for their children; the absolute best life imaginable. 

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A Mother's Daughter

MY MOTHER’S DAUGHTER


Tomorrow I shall miss you but I know you have to go.                                                

I wrote this list today because my heart wants you to know.                                  

You kept my spirit warm and safe throughout my younger days.                                

I learned from you what’s right and wrong, which helped me find my way.                          

I grew up never knowing how hard of a life you had.                                             

You tried to stay strong for me even when your times were bad.                              

  I am sorry you had to struggle and feel all alone.                                               

Every house we moved into you made it seem like home.                                     

  We had some bitter moments as every family does.                                              

This friendship we share now is much more special than it was.                          

Where ever I am in this world I always feel your love.                                     

Wishing the very best for me is what you're dreaming of.                                     

The truth that our day must end seems highly unfair to me.                                      

I promise to be holding your hand long after you leave.                                         

All the beauty shown in front of me reminds me of you.                                       

Your heart is in my heart as it continues to hold true.                                           

For now the twilight skies above have promised to stay bright.                          

Long enough to say thank you, Mom, before we say goodnight.                                

I see our time running short as the sun touches the water.                              

Whatever tomorrow brings, I am my Mother’s daughter.

 Betty Jane Johanson, February 17, 1936-December 13,2016

Miss you Mom

 

 

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 On a gorgeous day in May, Archer and I tried to hike up Mount Hood, which is an active volcano in the Cascade Range of Oregon. Mount Hood is the second most climbed mountain to hike in the world, next to Mount Fuji.  Of course we didn't get very far, and  Archer slowed down before I did. It doesn't look like it, but we are still miles, and at our pace, days from the peak. As you can see in the background, there is more than enough snow for snowboarders and skiers to ski up above the tree line.  So Archer is 3 years old and about two and a half feet tall. Mt. Hood is more than 500,000 years old and has an elevation of 11,240 feet.  In 1792, an explorer named Lt. William Broughton was traveling on the Columbia River, and saw a "very high, snowy mountain", he named it Mount Hood after a British Admiral, Samuel Hood. Lewis and Clark called Oregon the promised land, but many settlers could only make it so far because of the rough terrain. It was Samuel Barlow who blazed a trail up, down, and around the south side of Mount Hood . He helped establish roads and towns all around this majestic mountain. Timberline Lodge is a National Historic Landmark and ski resort on the south side of Mount Hood, and was beautifully constructed with iron, rock, and wood  by local artisans in 1938. The resort has been a training center for many Olympic athletes. Skiers, climbers, hikers, and snow-seekers come from all over to enjoy the mountain almost every day of the year.    In 1993, I was living in Boston, and traveled west to Portland for a visit. I had never been to Oregon, and could not have imagined there could be such a place as beautiful as the Pacific Northwest. Like most July days in Oregon; the sky was bright blue, the fir trees were dark green and oh so friggin tall, and the air was fresh and clean. I was instantly amazed when I saw Mount Hood. She still had snow on it, and standing strong to the east of Portland. Everywhere I went, I could see the peak, like it was watching over me. Twenty four years later, I still feel the same awe and strength when I see this magnificent mountain. It's like the feeling I get when I watch my daughter sleep, or when I am hanging out with family in the backyard. I feel like I am home. I can't imagine what it was like migrating west by wagon in the late 1800's along the Oregon Trail, but I do know what they felt when they got here.  

On a gorgeous day in May, Archer and I tried to hike up Mount Hood, which is an active volcano in the Cascade Range of Oregon. Mount Hood is the second most climbed mountain to hike in the world, next to Mount Fuji.  Of course we didn't get very far, and  Archer slowed down before I did. It doesn't look like it, but we are still miles, and at our pace, days from the peak. As you can see in the background, there is more than enough snow for snowboarders and skiers to ski up above the tree line.  So Archer is 3 years old and about two and a half feet tall. Mt. Hood is more than 500,000 years old and has an elevation of 11,240 feet.  In 1792, an explorer named Lt. William Broughton was traveling on the Columbia River, and saw a "very high, snowy mountain", he named it Mount Hood after a British Admiral, Samuel Hood. Lewis and Clark called Oregon the promised land, but many settlers could only make it so far because of the rough terrain. It was Samuel Barlow who blazed a trail up, down, and around the south side of Mount Hood . He helped establish roads and towns all around this majestic mountain. Timberline Lodge is a National Historic Landmark and ski resort on the south side of Mount Hood, and was beautifully constructed with iron, rock, and wood  by local artisans in 1938. The resort has been a training center for many Olympic athletes. Skiers, climbers, hikers, and snow-seekers come from all over to enjoy the mountain almost every day of the year.  

In 1993, I was living in Boston, and traveled west to Portland for a visit. I had never been to Oregon, and could not have imagined there could be such a place as beautiful as the Pacific Northwest. Like most July days in Oregon; the sky was bright blue, the fir trees were dark green and oh so friggin tall, and the air was fresh and clean. I was instantly amazed when I saw Mount Hood. She still had snow on it, and standing strong to the east of Portland. Everywhere I went, I could see the peak, like it was watching over me. Twenty four years later, I still feel the same awe and strength when I see this magnificent mountain. It's like the feeling I get when I watch my daughter sleep, or when I am hanging out with family in the backyard. I feel like I am home. I can't imagine what it was like migrating west by wagon in the late 1800's along the Oregon Trail, but I do know what they felt when they got here.  

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Any one who knows me knows that my daughter is my everything. She is away at college learning amazing and wonderful things. I miss her, of course, but I know she is where she is supposed to be, and doing things she is supposed to be doing. I wrote this poem when she was twelve and I knew that some day my tomorrow would come. Change is inevitable, and even though it may not be welcome at the time, we must accept it and keep going. We all start new chapters in our lives, but what ever path is chosen, where ever our dream takes us, love keeps us together. 

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