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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Rose Colored Glasses

At the beginning of the summer I bought a pair of rose colored glasses. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them. It was an inexpensive impulse buy. My thinking was that someone needed a pair of these glasses to remind them to look at the bright side of life. Maybe my sister..., or Mom..., or a friend who seemed so down all the time. I thought it was kind of funny, in a comical way, to give someone a reminder that they should be looking at things a bit more brightly, more "pink" if you will...., and that it would possibly give them a laugh....
Then Mom died..., and my sister found strength she didn't know she had. Without the rose colored glasses, she reached down and found something inside of her that allowed her to do what she had to do. She found a well of resolve and fortitude that carried her through the last week and a half. She has comforted me, and let me cry with her. She is my little sister but she is older, sometimes, than me. She does not need the glasses now.
So, this morning, I put the glasses on and went outside. I realized right away that this "rosy" view is a limited one. It gave a warm, bright tone to my surroundings and made things look softer..., but not real. It was a false coloring of life.., a small illusion that I wanted others to see...., to give them a brighter point of view. I can see the difference, now. My vision without the "rosy" glasses is clear, and real, and without deception. Why didn't I see this before? Why was I always giving everyone Rose Colored glasses?
...., reality looks like this and it's all right. Do you see the difference?
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  1. I love the analogy. I think that grief and loss brings forth strengths and weaknesses that we need to share with those we love. It seems to me that even more important than being told you are loved and important to sibs, spouses, parents and children is to be shown that someone will be there to comfort us and lift us up. It sounds like you look at your little sister now with different eyes, no rose colored glasses needed.

    What a gift...

    Hugs and prayers.


    And what handsome grandsons you have and what joy they must bring you. That bottom right picture is giggling great.

  2. I love this post. I never liked the saying of the rose colored glasses. I always thought escaping reality was a cruel joke as you would have to come back to it. Better to deal with it in the now.

    Love this. THank you.

  3. Yes, Connie , I do. Even if the brightness hurts sometimes,our eyes and our hearts seem to adjust.
    take care

  4. you are making it and that is good.
    the thing about rose colored glasses is you can't wear them all the time can you, and life really is alright with all it's bumps and pitfalls. We just keep on swimmin.

  5. wonderful post and i think thats the mom in you who wants everyone to have a wonderful life with out the strife and pain... theres nothing wrong with that desire...but it is good to have reality step in because it makes us stronger!

  6. A very thoughtful post today - you will be fine. Blessings will keep coming your way.

  7. Pink is my favorite color . . . but real is my favorite feeling.

    Beautiful post!

  8. Connie, I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your mom. It is so painful to lose a mom. Treasure the memories you had with her until your adult life. I lost mine at eleven, and even though I have memories, not a life time of them. Reality can be dealt with, you will do it. I send my very best to you and your family. Thanks for all your support during my little challenge.

  9. wonderful post, I get your point...I have been struggling of late with sadness/depression and I can see now that I don't need rose colored glasses to find my way..;p

  10. Great post, Connie! It is so difficult loosing our sweet mums. It's been 10 years since I lost my mom and I still miss her. My heart goes out to you and your family. Be patient with your healing heart.

  11. I am visiting your blog for the first time today. I am very sorry to see that you have lost your mother. Looking at the other posts you'd done about her, it is easy to see how much you loved her and what a big part of your life she was. After my mother died, I made a scrapbook of her life. Doing that project brought me some comfort because I saw she had lived a full and happy life. My heart goes out to you!


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