Writing Challenge

What’s in a name?

sophie
Sophie means Wisdom

The meaning of Sophie is “wisdom” – try and keep the howls of laughter to a minimum please. Anyone who knows me will agree that this is NOT the best word to describe me, in fact classy and demure would suit me better – and THAT’S saying something…

But I guess it depends on what we think of when we hear the word “wisdom”.

flashback

I’m the one on the left….

Back in school my maths teacher would joke about the meaning of my name in relation to my ability (or inability) to recite the times tables or do long division; some of my friends would give me THAT pat on the shoulder or head whenever I pulled another “soph-esque” face palm moment and I had plenty of dumb blonde jokes thanks to my original hair colour (yes I WAS a natural blonde) 

Of course all of the above was said and done in jest, many were friends whom knew me well enough to know I could easily shrug it off and laugh at myself when I did something silly… But when you hear something enough it kind of becomes part of normality, you almost buy into the jokes and for me, without meaning to, it became negative. Somewhere down the line people thought it was ok to say to me how they thought I “played up” my stupidity but the truth is I’m NOT THAT CLEVER. My geography sucks big time, history and politics makes me glaze over and currently my knowledge of any world events is courtesy of my Facebook or Twitter feeds but that’s not wisdom is it? That’s knowledge and you know what? It just doesn’t interest me, I know it should, I try to stay informed but no matter how much crap that’s thrown at me it refuses to stick.

wisdom

Wisdom

 Looking back it seems I clung to the negativity and completely misinterpreted what my name really meant. Wisdom isn’t all about knowing the facts, even if it was I still came out with GCSEs, A-Levels and a BAHons (albeit in fashion – again stop laughing lol) but it’s is more about experience, common sense and good judgement. And really it seems – at least to others- that that was me all over. My friends were only allowed to go to school parties if I was going because if I was there it meant there was “at least one responsible one” (don’t ask where their parents got this idea from lol) I was the younger but more “down to earth”, “logical” and “level headed” sister who wound up her older one because my curfew was later regardless of the 5yr age gap; I’ve been told to consider becoming a policewoman due to my perceptiveness and rationale, or a counsellor thanks to my understanding and insight….

And then I go and throw a spanner in the works by getting pregnant whilst in the early stages of “dating” someone (if you can call it that) or I marry someone after “knowing” them for 6 short months… Or I “drag my son away from his dad” to live in another country with my new husband…. And all of those things are crazy! … But I did them, and my friends and family supported me… Because guess what? Because they know me, they know my situation and they know I have it covered.

the meaning of wisdom

The meaning of Wisdom
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They know I would have considered every outcome, they trust that I have thought things through… That I’ve done my homework, that I’ve got options and fall back plans… And they’re right! It’s not because I’m a pessimist, it’s because I have learned from my past experience. I have learnt that things don’t always go to plan, that curveballs are thrown and you just have to take them as they come; I’ve learned that even after years of “knowing someone” they can still break your heart or shock you in ways you never dreamed of… That life is short, that it’s better to have taken a leap of faith than to ALWAYS wonder “what if” when it’s too late.

Babies, marriage, international moves… They’re all kind of a big deal and yet for me all three of them happened unexpectedly. All three threw me completely but I took them in my stride and welcomed their life lessons. Of course I’m not claiming to be overflowing with wisdom – though I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that after reading my recent guest post on the subject ;)… but in reality I still have a LOT to learn. What I do know is that I’m much stronger than I thought I was; I’m adaptable and less “set in my ways” than I used to think, I’m open minded, understanding and I trust myself…but most of all I have learned that I’m NOT stupid… Just don’t make me take a test to prove that 😉

 
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Wooden Letters

Reading this weeks writing challenge I found myself nodding along thinking of how often I struggle to start writing due to having too many things to write about… Often resulting in a blog blowout.

Wooden Letter

Wooden Letter

Looking around me I see one object in particular which hits a nerve, it’s sentimental, it’s relevant… It has a blog-worthy story to go with it…Hanging on my living room wall are a pair of wooden “S” letters. They are painted ivory, each hung by a navy blue ribbon and covered with scribbles in blue “sharpie” ink – classy or what?

A year and a half ago – almost to the day- it was our wedding day. The colour scheme was navy blue and ivory -The navy to match my husbands military dress blues and the traditional ivory to match my dress – which was chosen purely because it looked nicer with the navy.

Due to the logistics, timing and finances linked to a fast wedding involving two people with family in different countries we chose to have no family – just friends at our wedding. 9 to be exact; 3 whom I had known previously, 5 of his friends whom I had met the same night as I met my husband-to-be and 1 whom had asked the awkward “so are you … like… official… or….?” A little further down the line.

Wedding Kiss

Wedding Kiss

The service was at the local registry office -in a pink room which totally ruined my colour scheme!- followed by a pre-ordered meal at our favourite restaurant. The night before, my girls and I had set the table with home-made decorations, center-pieces and name tags… Finishing it off with our wooden S letters… One on the back of my chair and one on the back of my husband-to-be. Together they signified our first names AND (post-wedding) our surname too. We would now both be “SS”

After the meal the letters were passed around the table and signed by the few guests we had – Somehow we managed to avoid the profanities they threatened to write and instead ended up with some kind- but mostly strange and funny sentiments which are now a part of our home, moving with us wherever we go – even if the people that wrote them aren’t.

It’s having familiar things -like these wooden letters- that usually makes a house feel more like a home. But as I sit here I can’t help but feel sad because I miss them. Physical distance aside I miss the friendships, I miss how things were at that moment in time. Many of them moved away with the military, some just grew apart while others sparked deeper relationships. Things change, people change… Life goes on.

The other one...

Personalised Wooden Letter

These letters remind me of a moment in time, it’s immortalized in them through the writing, in the photos and the memories themselves. At the time we were just there -in the moment- but now we are actually living the parts we had previously swept over. The moving away from anything or anyone you know…the intense flash-in-the-pan friendships that feel more like a ‘holiday romance’ just because we all happen to be in the same place at the same time…the realization that these bittersweet letters aren’t a one off…that this will happen time and time again…that real relationships will be very few and far between – and even then there’s a good chance one of us will have to say goodbye and move on…

They remind me of how things were but also of how things can be. I’ve been anxious about meeting people here. I’m Sure you can imagine the idea of making an effort with people whom probably won’t be here for long doesn’t really motivate me to get out there but these letters signify just that. That even though I may not make many friendships that will last a lifetime … I will absolutely make memories that will.

Other Entries for this weeks challenge (If this works)

  1. My Favourite Thing | So Here’s Us…
  2. My Full Circle of the Personal Analysis Bureau | Ever Upward
  3. Haiku Trio | A Full Cup of Tea
  4. The 6th of March 1997 – Fishkill, New York | Forgotten Correspondance
  5. Post-it-Note | The Shady Tree
  6. Frying Pans And A Knife | Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
  7. Object of Connection | Through The Eyes Productions
  8. An Insignificant Object | Wired With Words
  9. tattered pages | from dreams to plans
  10. These Boots Are Made For Working | Finale to an Entrance
  11. Do It Everyday? | davidriswanto
  12. My treasured trinket | tornin2’s Blog
  13. OBJECT OF DESIRE | Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
  14. New Socks Insult My Intelligence | Bumblepuppies
  15. Pinwheel in motion | Emovere
  16. Objectively Cooking | Life’s Unfiltered Ramblings
  17. My camera | Scent of Rina
  18. Doing the dishes | MoreThanMelts
  19. Oranges are the only fruit | litadoolan
  20. Far from Eden | field of thorns
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Getty up time

It’s light outside….

The day is here…

That means….

GETTY UP TIME! Yes!!!

I’m so excited to jump in bed with mummy, she’s always so warm to cuddle up to. I hope ‘he’s’ at work this morning so I can have her all to myself. I mean, I like him, he’s OK – and he does play tickle fights with me -which is fun- but when he’s here that means I have to share her and that’s not so fun.

I’d better grab my blankey too, another favourite of mine. Blankey + mummy = best cuddles ever! If she let me play on her iPhone a while that would make it even better!

red apple

Shiniest apple ever

I wish she would just wake up and make me breakfast the FIRST time I ask her instead of saying ‘in a minute, just one more minute’…but then if she’s really tired I can always get a yummy apple and sit up in her bed playing a little longer. I like it when that happens – I feel like a big boy and mummy seems happier when I wake her up gently rather than shouting in her face and jumping on her. Maybe if she went to sleep at bedtime she wouldn’t be so tired. She says she stays up because she likes some ‘mummy-time’ once I’m asleep. Apparently that means time by herself but I don’t understand because I let her have a bath by herself the other day and I only splashed her and pointed and laughed at her belly a few times. I even left loads of my toys in there for her to play with so I don’t see why that isn’t enough for her.

trash packs

So many Trash-Packs

I wouldn’t like ‘me time’. I like being with her ALL the time. The best thing is when I show her all my trash-pack toys and she tells me their names. We counted them before and I have more than 170 now. They don’t do anything but they’re bright colours and I still don’t have all of them so I’ll probably get some when we go to the shop again. Sometimes mummy says we won’t get any toys before we’ve even left the house – how unfair!– but then if I moan about it enough while she’s trying to find all her boring ‘good food’ I usually end up with SOMETHING for me in the trolley – even if it’s just sweets or something.

Why can’t I eat sweets and crisps all day anyway? She says it’s not good for me but they taste a lot better than these stupid veggies that she wants me to eat. She says they will help me see in the dark and stuff, or that they will make me big and strong but really she’s just tricking me because EVERYONE knows that the only way to get super powers is to get bitten by a spider or to drink bright green magic stuff or something. Anyway, she eats her veggies and she isn’t big or strong. She always tells me not to jump on her because he arms aren’t working… or her knee…or her fingers. I think she’s tricking me again because it’s always something different. She says she’s poorly but mummys don’t get sick. If she was sick she would stay in bed while her mummy came and looked after her- because that’s what happens when you’re not feeling well but not her, she gets up and moves around all day so I think she’s pretending. Silly mummy.

I think I’ll go and get another apple in a minute and then it’s REALLY getty up time.

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Inspired by this weeks Writing Challenge – From the point of view of my little man

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Welcome Break

snow

Snow Business

It snowed last night. Nothing to get too excited about, however being stuck in an almost empty house day in, day out for the past few weeks  it doesn’t take much to tempt us out into the world again…even a trip to pick up a washing machine part sounds about exhilarating as a bungee jump. Regardless of that, it seems that in this part of America 2 inches of snow is enough to close the schools early – before the clouds roll in.

This morning there was a light dusting on the street, not enough to do much with except grumble about how slippery the paths are… Unless of course you are my 5 year old son. He bounced around the living room as if he had just seen Santa – and possibly hijacked his sack of presents- excited to go out and play.

He fumbled with his little shoes, forgetting to play up his need (or want) for help as he usually does “is this the right foot mummy?” Within seconds he was out the door and giggling to himself, leaving me in the warmth of the house with the comfort of my coffee. I cringed and awaited the disappointed groan as he discovered that the snow was now melting from the grass and confined to the small wooden deck … But that groan didn’t come. Instead came squeals of delight as he playfully scooped up tiny handfuls and threw them in the air…. At the walls… At the windows.

As he played I sat looking out, watching him and drinking in the view. The snow seems different here compared to back home. It seems lighter, whiter and less … wet, which it probably is in terms of the climate here.., though maybe it’s possibly more to do with the rose-tinted glasses I’m still wearing.

Clumps of white stuck to his black gloves more than anything else. He chose to simply rub them on the windows to clean his gloves and cover the glass thus solving his dilemma. He peeked through at me with his unsure-but-this-is-fun-so-I’ll-see-if-I-can-get-away-with-it look and giggled when I raised my eyebrow and smiled back.

While smothering the panes he noticed a bird repeating its loud call; without stopping his snow-window-art he mimicked it, laughing and calling out even louder when the bird “replied” to his imitation. It was uplifting to watch him have so much fun in something which many of us wouldn’t have given a second look. Sometimes we need to be reminded of the simple beauty – and fun- in the world, to be made to stop and appreciate whats around us. Today’s coffee break did just that.

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