Last weekend the weather was crazy. It was cool and then got extremely hot followed by heavy rain and strong winds. I sat in my bedroom and watched as the trees swayed back and forth in the wind. I am like my father in that I love storms.
I have made many mistakes and learned many lessons over the years as a parent. It became clear early that when my child felt sad or was hurt, I would feel that pain as well. There have been days when I would wait to talk to one of my children to just gauge how they were doing. I would begin to ask them how their day had gone, was everyone nice to them, did anyone pick on them? I wanted to know how they were doing.
I have the bad habit of procrastinating. Why do something today when you can put it off until tomorrow? Like many, I would always say I would do something later or tomorrow. Well, tomorrow would turn into two days later, then a week, until what I was going to do slipped my mind completely and it was forgotten.
Last weekend, I was walking through a neighborhood and noticed a number of people outside working on their yards. They were preparing for spring and doing cleanup. I continued to walk and would occasionally wave to the people. I then noticed their homes, and it made me begin to think a bit about ownership.