Seasons come and go. The sun rises and sets. We celebrate beginnings, endings and all things in between. This weekend, we celebrate mothers. Even though I am a mother myself, the day is clouded by the fact that I am a Mother’s Day orphan. The day, while a celebration, also becomes a time tinged with sadness. Other orphans may understand. It doesn’t matter if
you are five or 55, Mother’s Day without a mother creates an emptiness – a renewed awareness of a vacancy where something real used to flourish.
.I read the story about the buyback plan and would like to comment about some of the facts that I know, which are strictly just my opinion and ball park figures, but I will stay within the realm of truth as I see it. The Cobell settlement paid to enrolled members with an interest in trust lands, of which I was one of the benefactors, received $1000 in one payment, then a year or so later, another $864 dollars. Other members of my family also received these amounts so likely it was the same across Standing Rock as well as Cheyenne (I’m an enrolled member of Standing Rock).
Hey! When thinking about a topic for this week’s column, I stumbled on a unique idea! Punctuation! The exclamation point, to be exact! It’s exciting! As a general rule, I don’t use many exclamation points. Maybe I should! (Or not!!) I’m more on the milk toast side of punctuation. Not much can get me riled. It’s the overall sense of calm that descends upon a person after years of raising young boys. Nothing short of broken windows or lighting the kitchen curtains on fire (both true stories) could get me to exclaim anything.
My youngest is sick and lying on the couch – because that is what you do on sick days. I didn’t question him this morning when he told me he wasn’t feeling well. I could tell it was the truth. Other days, I might request a list of symptoms and put a palm to his forehead, but not today. Moms know from one quick look about these things. Like when a child is really sick and when he simply needs a sick day. There is a difference. We all have “I need a day” days. Sick days when we aren’t necessarily bed-ridden and fever laden. Me included. Today though, my baby, who is no longer a baby, is really sick.
A 2012 Survey of 400 Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe (CRST) members showed that at least 75% of smokers and non-smokers agreed that indoor public places should be smoke-free. An estimated 125 letters of support have been submitted to the tribal secretary over the last month in support of the pending Smoke-Free Air Act.
Once you open a can of worms it’s hard to get the little critters back in. The controversy over the graduation speaker (described in the March 26, 2015 issue of the Topic) has been called a can of worms but I think in the end, the results are not all bad. There are some interesting aspects of the issue and how it was handled (some “teachable moments.” Here are some observations: • We all learned, or were reminded, that schools have policies and procedures that come into play when disagreements arise. Controversy tests how well those policies work and give the people involved a chance to practice them.
Here we are, back again to gain a little insight about the truths in life we occasionally ignore, sometimes acknowledge and often stumble upon when we least expect it. Don’t you love it when truth smacks you in the face? We’ve all been there. Like the time I realized: We all live in weird families.Planning a vacation can be nearly as fun as going on one. Moms and dads do most things for a reason. Kids just don’t know which reason when. You can never have too many double A batteries. The same can be said about TV remotes, socks, underwear and friends – not necessarily in that order.
The older I get, the more I know that I didn’t know what I thought I used to know back when I knew it all. As humbling as it is to not be the know-it-all I once thought I was, I have acquired bits of information and logic along the way that can be loosely characterized as knowledge. I call these snippets of wisdom life’s truths.
Humans are curious creatures and continually surprise me with their antics and odd behaviors. Their lack of logic and inability to walk on four paws explains their propensity for failure in the feline world in which we all live.