Author: Admin01

Click Here for Additional Stock / Click Here for Additional Colors

Style Stealers

!function(d,s,id){
var e, p = /^http:/.test(d.location) ? ‘http’ : ‘https’;
if(!d.getElementById(id)) {
e = d.createElement(s);
e.id = id;
e.src = p + ‘://widgets.rewardstyle.com/js/shopthepost.js’;
d.body.appendChild(e);
}
if(typeof window.__stp === ‘object’) if(d.readyState === ‘complete’) {
window.__stp.init();
}
}(document, ‘script’, ‘shopthepost-script’);

Turn on your JavaScript to view content

Originally posted at: Ciara Miller’s Baggy Jeans

Style Stealers

!function(d,s,id){
var e, p = /^http:/.test(d.location) ? ‘http’ : ‘https’;
if(!d.getElementById(id)) {
e = d.createElement(s);
e.id = id;
e.src = p + ‘://widgets.rewardstyle.com/js/shopthepost.js’;
d.body.appendChild(e);
}
if(typeof window.__stp === ‘object’) if(d.readyState === ‘complete’) {
window.__stp.init();
}
}(document, ‘script’, ‘shopthepost-script’);

Turn on your JavaScript to view content

Top Posts

Summer House Season 10 Reunion Looks

The Valley Season 3 Episode 7 Fashion

Lindsay Hubbard’s Green Striped Maxi Dress

Ciara Miller’s White Eyelet Bikini

Amanda Batula’s Red Long Sleeve Ruffle Dress

Amanda Batula’s Black Sheer Top and Pants

Bailey Taylor’s Leopard Maxi Dress

Liz McGraw’s Red Light Face Wand

Mia Calabrese’s Pink Printed Mini Dress

Kelsey Swanson’s White Floral Shirt Dress

Liz McGraw’s Orange Floral Maxi Dress

Lindsay Hubbard’s Blue Lace Top

Jo-Ellen Tiberi’s White and Blue Striped Shirt Dress

Dorit Kemsley’s Turquoise Necklace and Gold Hoop Earrings

Amanda Batula’s Cartier Watch from Kyle

Originally posted at: Amanda Batula’s Army Green “Raincoat” with Kyle

Recently, I took a trip to Idaho to visit my son.

He’ll be 56 this July. I adopted him when he was six weeks old, and from the moment he came into my life, he brought me more joy than I could ever explain in a sentence or two.

We’ve had a good life together. Not perfect. No life is. But real.

As parents, I think we sometimes freeze our children in time without realizing it. Somewhere in our minds, they remain connected to us through old memories, old routines, and old versions of ourselves. Even after they grow up, marry, move away, and build lives of their own, part of us still sees them through the lens of who they once were.

But This Trip Was Different for Me

For the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t seeing my son through memory. I was seeing the life he built for himself.

And what a world he created.

Not because of accomplishments, money, or status. None of that matters here. What mattered was that I could feel how completely he belonged in his own life. The mountains. The people around him. The routines. The comfort. The confidence. It all fit him naturally.

I was proud of him.

Truly proud.

But at the same time, I realized something that hit me harder than I expected.

I was stepping into his world as a visitor.

Not unwelcome.

Not unloved.

Just no longer the architect of that world.

And oddly enough, there was no real sadness in that realization. At least not the kind people usually think of. It was more like standing in front of a mirror you hadn’t expected to find.

Clear.

Honest.

Unavoidable.

Living Near the Edge

At one point, he took me high into the mountains to a place they call “The Turnaround.” We stood near the edge of a cliff looking down into a valley below, and something about that moment stayed with me.

Maybe because I’ve spent much of my life living near edges.

Some people build comfortable lives and stay safely inside them. I never seemed wired that way. I’ve always rolled the dice a little too willingly. Taken chances. Gambled comfort for possibility. Started over more times than I can count.

Even now, at my age, I realize I’m still trying to build whatever comes next.

That mountain overlook became more than scenery to me. It became a realization.

Children Are Not Meant to Live in Your World

There comes a point in life when you understand your children were never meant to remain inside your world forever. The entire purpose of raising them was so they could eventually build one of their own.

And when they do it well, you may discover something strange: they no longer need your advice every step of the way.

My son didn’t build his life by constantly calling me for direction. He became his own man. And sitting there in Idaho, I realized something simple but important:

That isn’t failure.

That’s completion.

I raised the man, and he became a man.

Another moment from the trip stayed with me too.

The Remodeling Project

Back around the year 2000, my son’s mother-in-law bought an old three-story Victorian house in town, called The Warren House. She wanted to turn it into an antique store, and they called me to come up and remodel it.

That meant something to me.

There were craftsmen in that town they could have hired, but they called me.

And I worked on that place like a man possessed.

I’d start around eight in the morning and work until nearly midnight most nights. One evening, I walked across the street to a gas station to grab something to eat, and the woman behind the counter looked at me and said, “Don’t you ever sleep? I see those lights on in that house all hours of the night.”

I laughed, but the truth was, I had poured myself into that place completely.

It wasn’t just construction to me.

I wanted to bring that old house back to life. I wanted to restore its dignity and character. I wanted the work to matter. And yes, if I’m being honest, part of me wanted my son and his family to look at it and feel proud that I had done it.

A Different Kind of Place

Years later, I learned the house had changed hands. At one point it became a restaurant, and somewhere in my imagination, I pictured this beautiful upscale little place with atmosphere and charm. White tablecloths. Soft lighting. Something that matched the spirit of the old Victorian house itself.

I even thought about bringing old remodel photos to the owner someday.

But when I finally walked inside, it was a pizza place.

Not bad.

Not wrong.

Just completely different from the world I had imagined.

And standing there, I realized how often fantasy and reality quietly part ways while we aren’t looking.

The house moved on.

My son moved on.

Life moved on.

And none of it was personal.

Life Keeps Moving – for Everyone

That may be one of the hardest things to understand as we get older. Not rejection – just recognition. People continue building lives in directions that make sense to them, not necessarily in directions that include us at the center anymore.

That doesn’t mean we failed them.

And it doesn’t mean they failed us.

It simply means life kept moving.

Oddly enough, I realized this same thing applies to music, too.

I put my thoughts, heart, and soul into songs the same way I put myself into that old house. Once they’re finished, they leave my hands and enter someone else’s world.

Some people connect deeply to them.

Some don’t.

My son loves country music. I’ll send him one of my blues songs, and there may not be much reaction at all. But that doesn’t take anything away from the song or from what I put into creating it. It simply means his tastes and mine are different.

And maybe that’s the lesson underneath all of this.

The Real Lesson in This Story

We don’t really control what happens to the things we create once they leave us.

Not children.

Not houses.

Not songs.

Not dreams.

We can pour our love, work, pride, talent, and identity into them. We can do the very best we know how to do. But, eventually, we have to let them belong to the world instead of belonging only to us.

The strange thing is, I left Idaho feeling both proud and responsible at the same time. Proud of the life my son built. Responsible for continuing to build one of my own.

Because maybe the edge isn’t where life ends.

Maybe the edge is where we finally realize we still have more life to create for ourselves.

Let’s Reflect Together:

Did any of your dreams for your children came to be? How do you feel about that? Do you keep living your own life – and do you respect their own life choices? What does life look like for you today, and do you feel responsible to continue building it?

Click Here for Additional Stock / And Click Here for More

Style Stealers

!function(d,s,id){
var e, p = /^http:/.test(d.location) ? ‘http’ : ‘https’;
if(!d.getElementById(id)) {
e = d.createElement(s);
e.id = id;
e.src = p + ‘://widgets.rewardstyle.com/js/shopthepost.js’;
d.body.appendChild(e);
}
if(typeof window.__stp === ‘object’) if(d.readyState === ‘complete’) {
window.__stp.init();
}
}(document, ‘script’, ‘shopthepost-script’);

Turn on your JavaScript to view content

Top Posts

Summer House Season 10 Reunion Looks

The Valley Season 3 Episode 7 Fashion

Lindsay Hubbard’s Green Striped Maxi Dress

Ciara Miller’s White Eyelet Bikini

Amanda Batula’s Red Long Sleeve Ruffle Dress

Amanda Batula’s Black Sheer Top and Pants

Bailey Taylor’s Leopard Maxi Dress

Liz McGraw’s Red Light Face Wand

Mia Calabrese’s Pink Printed Mini Dress

Kelsey Swanson’s White Floral Shirt Dress

Liz McGraw’s Orange Floral Maxi Dress

Lindsay Hubbard’s Blue Lace Top

Jo-Ellen Tiberi’s White and Blue Striped Shirt Dress

Dorit Kemsley’s Turquoise Necklace and Gold Hoop Earrings

Amanda Batula’s Cartier Watch from Kyle

Originally posted at: Georgina Ferzli’s Light Pink Sweater in Confessionals

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and think, Who on earth is that? It seems as though life has moved on with the exterior me, but forgot to tell my brain and my heart! 🙂

To be honest, I don’t mind at all. I have lost far too many people younger than me to worry about things like wrinkles or grey hairs. And, I do enjoy the age I am at. But that doesn’t mean I have to give up on dancing, dreaming or adventuring!

A Dance a Day Keeps the Doctor Away 🙂

When I was young, I used to dance every day. It was my passion and always made me happy. But there are many other benefits to dancing, such as keeping fit, being flexible and supple. I could eat whatever I liked and never put on weight, whereas now, if I look at a cream cake…. 🙂

There is also the music. For most of us music is evocative of so many of our memories. If I just hear one or two bars of a song, I can often remember where I was, when I last heard it, who I was with, how I felt. Music can be joyful, nostalgic, moving, fun, emotional, empowering, uplifting. 

Maybe we can’t quite rock around the clock like we used to, but ramping up the music and doing a little twist now and again is good for our soul, our body and our heart. 🙂 

Dare to Dream

Remember the thrill of day dreaming? Falling in love with your idol, travelling round the world, becoming a model, writing a best seller! It does not matter at all if your dreams are completely unrealistic, or even if they never come true. Dreaming does not have an age limit… or any limits. 🙂

As well as being fun, day dreaming has many benefits, including allowing your brain down time, being creative, finding answers, reducing stress, solving problems, and improving your mood. It is especially important as we age, as some people may become focused on how little time they have left, rather than how much. Day dreaming provides us with hope and belief that there is a future for us. 

Don’t Be Afraid to Take Risks

When I was young, I loved a challenge. There was no such thing as failure – only learning. Somewhere along the way I became cautious. Perhaps even a little too cautious. I guess when you have accidents and mishaps, you learn not to repeat them.

In many ways that is a good thing, but taking a little risk now and again makes me feel alive. 🙂 I like to take myself on magical mystery trips with no plan, no end destination. Just stop off whenever I want. Occasionally, I drive to the beach and sleep in my car, so I can watch the evening sunset and then the morning sunrise. 🙂

I like to try new food I haven’t tasted, listen to music I have never heard before, read books whose authors have not crossed my path. Every once in a while, I book a trip to somewhere I have never been – Norway, The Arctic Circle – or tick off something from my bucket list: swimming with turtles, sailing on a schooner.

Keeping That Young Girl Close By

So, for as long as possible, I like to keep that young girl close by. Dance, sing at the top of my voice, dream the impossible dream, have a few adventures, and take a little risk. I hope to learn a bit more, be a bit braver, and always, always, stay curious. My inner child is not going anywhere soon. 🙂

Let’s Chat:

Have you still got your young self inside? Do you find music and dancing good for you? Have you still got dreams for the future?