For me it ended too soon. For the children it ended too soon. And for the husband, who was faced with grown-up tasks (ones that should never, ever have to happen) at the office on Monday- it ended way too soon.
So now let me point out that I incorporated the word for the day in that last paragraph. Let me explain. Growing up, my mom would often tell us, "The word for the day is (insert word)..." in an attempt to educate her little family and expand their vocabulary.
A number of Christmases ago, she presented each of my brothers and sisters and me with a small spiral-bound book entitled Plentiful Platitudes. This little treasure contains uplifting and inspiring quotations and anecdotes from various notable people. The second half of the book is filled with 365 vocabulary words- one for each day of the year- complete with definitions and sample sentences. My loving mother took the time to sit at her computer and type out this entire manual- and search out every quote and word for the day. And we all appreciate it.
And the word for the day, January 6, is:
epistrophe (i-PIS-truh-fee) noun
The repetition of a word or phrase at the end of successive clauses or sentences.
[From Greek epistrophe, from epi- (upon) + strophe (turning).]
the ending of phrases with the same term.
"If women are healthy and educated, their families will flourish. If women are free from violence, their families will flourish. If women have a chance to work... their families will flourish."
And so you will note that I incorporated the word for the day by repeating the phrase ended too soon in the aforementioned paragraph. Go me! Right, Mom?
Anyway, Mom, yes- I still read from Plentiful Platitudes. And it still helps me. And I think I am smarter because you took the time to do this for us. Props.
Perhaps I will be able to recap my Christmas holiday at a later time, but for now, I just want to offer a huge Thank You to my parents, who this year, surpassed any gift they have ever given to us children before. And I can't wait to receive volume 2 for Christmas 2009. My parents gave us each another spiral-bound book. But this time it contains their life histories leading up to the day they met. And a promise of "To Be Continued..." (Mom and Dad, you know we are holding you to that, right?)
It was a gift that brought tears to my eyes as the husband opened it and read the preface. It is gold to me. And I am thankful they took the time to sit and type out their histories in their own words, with their own personalities reflected on paper.
I stayed up late Christmas night devouring it. Many of the stories I have heard before- and I was surprised to discover many stories that were unfamiliar. And when the children awoke the next morning I shared some of my favorite tidbits with them. And the children have loved discovering that their grandparents were once young and shared some of their same interests.
It is a gift that has given me pause to consider the history I am writing daily. I have a chance to determine today what I will write as history in the future. And so, as I recall the goals the husband and I discussed on our journey home from Utah, I realize that
2009 is Mine!
(this is my theme for the year- thought up on the spot.
I think it's pretty good.)
It is mine to do with what I will. Mine to determine the type of mother I will be, the type of friend, the type of daughter, the type of servant, the type of wife.
I want to be a mother who is a success, a friend who is a success, a daughter who is a success, a servant who is a success, a wife who is a success.
I think I just had an epistrophe.