{"id":1215,"date":"2019-04-25T11:27:40","date_gmt":"2019-04-25T15:27:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/?p=1215"},"modified":"2019-04-25T19:02:16","modified_gmt":"2019-04-25T23:02:16","slug":"learning-from-our-elders-or-my-momma-is-still-teaching-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/learning-from-our-elders-or-my-momma-is-still-teaching-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Learning from Our Elders or My Momma Is Still Teaching Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

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That’s my momma on the right (my daughter is on the left and that’s me in the middle, but this is a story about my mom). She passed away December 20, 2014, a little over four years ago.
\nThe other day a neighbor stopped me and told me a story about her I hadn’t heard before.<\/p>\n

A friend \u00a0borrowed my mom’s car and it had broken down in the parking lot of the VA. Mom needed to get there with her AAA card for it to be towed. She called our neighbor and asked \u00a0if she was doing anything that day and, if not, would she take her to the VA?
\nOur delightful neighbor said ‘yes’ but in less than a mile her<\/em> car came to an unexpected stop. Eventually, the neighbor’s \u00a0husband arrived to wait for the tow truck and Mom and our friend took off in the husband’s truck.<\/p>\n

They drove to the VA, my friend tells me, and drove around the parking lot for nearly a half an hour but couldn’t find mom’s friend or her car. So they call the friend who tells them, “Not\u00a0that<\/em> VA” and they take off for another VA and\u00a0finally\u00a0<\/em>meet the tow truck and\u00a0pass off the card. It’s mid to late afternoon by the time they get home. As my 91 year old mom is getting out of the car in front of our house, she turns and says, “Well, we’ve had an adventure. Just think, if we weren’t doing this you would have been at home not doing anything.” She smiled with a twinkle, or maybe it was a glint, in her eye and said, “Life is an adventure.”<\/p>\n

I am so very glad I got to hear that story. It rang true and opened my heart to a flood of memories and to the loving grief and gentle tears that have replaced the anguish of loss.<\/p>\n

So today I am packing to go to the Southern Kentucky Book Festival in Bowling Green and I confess to some trepidation. Hope my car will make the drive, hope my budget will survive the expense, hope I won’t be exhausted when I get there, hope I do well, hope I meet nice people, hope… actually, that’s a lot of trepidation.<\/p>\n

However, I am girding my loins to lean into my mom’s wisdom. Whatever happens, life is an adventure. If I encounter life without expectation, if I am willing to do just the next thing that needs to be done – \u00a0perhaps even with enjoyment – well, then I will be participating in a well-lived life.<\/p>\n

I’ve been \u00a0an observer of a woman who lived unafraid and with joy. It’s time for me to follow in her footsteps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

That’s my momma on the right (my daughter is on the left and that’s me in the middle, but this is a story about my mom). She passed away December 20, 2014, a little over four years ago. The other day a neighbor stopped me and told me a story about her I hadn’t heard … Continue reading Learning from Our Elders or My Momma Is Still Teaching Me<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1216,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6,7,13,17,8,19],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1215"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1215"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1215\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1225,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1215\/revisions\/1225"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1215"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1215"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}