My Three Children – Below

They make me laugh and they make me frown. They disappoint and they bring me joy. The daughter and the sons. The three greatest gifts I hae ever received.  These are the gifts that keep on giving.  Like a circle continuously round and connected – they complete me. They are part me and part whom I loved enough to go through the pain and labor of delivery. They delight and they are each expressly unique and genuinely their own person. My children.

Yolande Barial
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My three children -My daughter

She spent both Friday and Saturday day and nights with her best friend and her friends at a slumber party. After driving her to meet them on Friday to driving to pick her up on Sunday she came home tired, in need of attention and a snack on the way home. I gave her all three.  Snack, love and a good nap on the way home as mom taxi navigated the dangerous freeways in the blinding rain to get not only may daughter also myself home safely.  From the home we went to the soccer game.  She was none too happy. She was cold, she was wet, she was hungry and she was tired of standing up. I ignored her. She soon sat in a chair another parent, a male, decided she was getting wet so he picked her majesty up in her chair with her still seated royally in it out of the direct path of the rain. I watched out of the corner of my eye.  The boys scored and I screamed.

When I looked back out of the corner or my eye her majesty was covered in a warm and welcoming thick blanket that someone had draped over her and tucked it underneath her to make sure that she didn’t get wet. Did I mention she was sitting under a tent out of the rain, with the soccer players who were waiting for their turn to play? I looked at her and she looked at me.  She has been my daughter for some 9 years now and we both knew what the looks meant. Hers meant aha look at me and mine mean aha,MM, look at her.

We are the same and we are the same – she shorter and me taller. Both wanting attention and both always getting it. Her way is to act like she is in some kind of discomfort and mine is to show some kind of emotion. She is the ultimate of diva’s and in the twinkle that I see in her eye – she knows it.

 Yolande Barial
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My three children – The oldest

He is the most outgoing of all of my children he is also the laziest. He can wow the crowd with stories, with dancing, with fake singing, with his personality and his ability to call any man he speaks to “sir”, he shakes hands with a firm grasp as he looks into the eyes of the possessor of the hand and he smiles and laughs and plays with little kids with much joy.  He is social and yet cannot stand to clean his room or put the dishes into the dishwasher or cut the lawn without me telling him.  He can spend hours in front of what my grandfather called “the idiot box”  and then get right up from hours of doing nothing and appearing to enjoy doing nothing,  he can than make an announcement that he is soooooooooooo board. Huh? 

This same child will play a basketball game and run the court with ease. He remembers all of the plays, he knows who on the team should be where so that they can accomplish their goal. In this case the goal is to make 2 points, to put the ball inside of the net and then like a gazelle he will look at me to see if I am looking at him and he will see my eye looking at his eye. He will smile and I will also. He is a wonderful player and a pretty doggone good kid.

He is 15. It is interesting how God has designed boys and men. They can remember every play and everyone’s name, they can operate a cell phone better than me and they study to find themselves approved – when he puts his mind to it – he can do anything.

 Yolande Barial
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My Three Children – Middle Son

Well we know that today is my favorite day – Sunday and usually I am sitting in the pew by 9:30 a.m. smiling, hugging, side face kissing and waving at my church family folk as we enter and walk around greeting and getting ready to worship together.  This was not to be today nor yesterday.  I spent the two days with a friend and with my middle son the soccer player. It was another soccer tournament weekend and it was predicted to be and came to pass that it was going to be a rainy weekend. The only way the rain was going to stop the soccer game was if it rained 7 inches. Yes and I found out that 7 inches is a whole lot of water because we, silly me, well, I mean the boys played in at no more than 4 inches of rain and well they almost won – on the last game today at 4p.m. they almost won. The first game this morning I sat and yelled and walked up and down the sidelines and coached the boys. I called them honey, I yelled their names, I told them when to pass, when to boot it, when to charge, when to get back, whom to pass the ball to, when to kick it out and when to score and when I did it they seemed to get energized.  They played better, they looked sharper, they became what I told them they could do and that was to run, kick, slide, shoot and talk to each other. They didn’t win the 2 games yesterday, they didn’t win the one this morning. I decided all on my own that it was high time that I spoke to my 12-year-old son like any good mother would. On the way home from this morning game I told him t hat he was an awesome player, I told him that every time he plays the other teams always remark how good your son it, I asked him why he didn’t just take the shot and he replied that the coach told him not to kick but to pass. I told him that he probably didn’t understand the coach and he needed to be like another of his teammates who was equally as talented and a very fast runner and shoot the ball into the net everytime he had the opportunity.  I told him that he has been given a gift from God and that he is a magnificent player, I told him to use the gift take the time and look at the other 2 kids on the team who had the potential to kick, run and shoot and the three of them should play their game and shoot it in. I told him that he cannot improve if he is always passing to others who are not capable yet to make the shot. I told him that he needs to show me that he really wants to play this ame and he doesn’t hae to win, however he does hae to take the shot. I told him that I am extremely proud of him and only want home to play to his potential.  He smiled as I talked, he listened as I talk, and he had comments and explanations of his thought processes and that of his coach. I was glad to hear that. We dialogue as equals for this time, as he talked about who his favorite soccer players were and why. He is an amazing boy. The coach told me that he wanted him to be one of the team captains because he really is talented and he just needs to believe he can also be a leader.  I see my middle child running the field. I see him pointing and directing and telling the other boys where to go and when to push. 

This last game, the one they almost won, he did exactly what I said and when he kicked the ball into the goal from the sidelines and scored, I clapped I yelled and I told my middle son I was proud of him. I hollered at him, ‘do you see’, what I told you, you did it. I gave him the thumbs up, he ran by me like  a gazelle and looked at me on his right side – he is lean, he is strong and he is my beautiful baby boy. I gave him the thumbs up and he smiled and continued gracefully down the field. I smiled I smiled I smiled. Thank you God for this Sunday I hung out with my middle son and in my own way, this was worship.

Yolande Barial
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Sunday’s Leaves

I realize that today’s date is Wednesday however I would be remiss if I let another day go by without mentioning my favorite day – Sunday. I woke up a little tired; however anticipating  the day.  I had two extra children, friends of my children who slept over, and one sister along with my regular passenger – grandma.  We were at service early and I was ready.  The visiting preacher spoke about the vine and the branches as told in John 15:1-8.  He titled his message of The Vine of Unity.

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2015:1-8&version=NIV

He talked about how the vine has to be rooted near a water source, so that it can bear branches which then bears fruit. He then explained that the vine does not bear fruit, only the branches can bear fruit. The branches will only bear fruit if the vine nourishes the branches. For me this is one of those moments when I smile. When I hear something that I have heard  a million times; however this time the insight is clear as if it I had received the instructions on how to put this thought together typed and presented to me. The fruit does not necessarily have to be an apple, a pear or a peach; fruit can also be leaves.

“Leaves provide trees with all their food because they turn sunlight into food energy. Chlorophyll makes this energy transformation possible.  Leaves also make the oxygen in the air that we breathe.Chlorophyll is a pigment found in the cells of leaves which is formed only in the presence of light and is the substance that colors plants green.  Chorophyll is contained in chloroplasts and has the property of capturing light energy.http://www.butler.edu/herbarium/treeid/treeparts.html

What this tells me is that the leaf feeds the branches and they allow us to breathe the air. The water nourishes the vine. The light is in the sky. The light becomes energy which energizes the vine which begins the process all over again.Vine to branch to leaf. Life. The source of all fruit and of all leaves is the vine. The vine is God. He is our source and our supply.  As long as we stay grounded in His word we can’t help but to produce fruit. As a people we are to be united in His word.

As we grow older our leaves wither, die, disconnect from the source and fall to the ground. They become the compost that continues to nourish the soil wher the tree is planted and the vine grows and branches emerge and fruit is born.

Yolande Barial
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The Party

Saturday I had the party for my children which as usual ended up not only being a party for them it was one for me and my divasisters, friends and relatives. The age range of the women was from about 35 to 76, white and varying shades of the color brown, socioeconomic levels of women, all united under one possibly two themes.  The consistent thread of love of our children and the tie that binds love of the woman we each represent to ourselves. The joy was sensed even before you came through the open door of the home. These mothers ranging in age from 35 to 76 came for the celebration of my brand-new 9-year-old daughter and my one-zit-in-puberty 12-year-old son who brought with them children ranging in an age from 8 to 16 all shades of brown, boys and girls, jumping in a jumper, shooting basketball, riding bikes and scooters, playing tag and video games and listening to the sound of Justin Timberlake and Usher exploding in base beats  throughout the home. It was wonderful, it was comforting, it was fun, it was a memory making time for not only my children also for the women that loved them. 

We told stories, we ate salads, bbq chicken, hot dogs and chips, we drank wine, water and soda, we had appetizers of basil and chives cheese spread on tomato basil crackers and we had coffee – the mainstay of any event.  Coffee keeps us up and if the vino has made us more eeeeaassy in our speech the coffee brings us down. Interesting how the same drink can affect the drinker in more than one way.

Women who came for the party stayed for THE PARTY. This is the one where all of the women sit around a table in our family we just call it the kitchen table. We sit around the table and tell stories. We share hidden secrets so openly that men have to be removed from the area. We talk about the days of old school when we weighed about 98 lbs,  had beautiful flat stomachs, tight thighs minus the cellulite, smooth skin, and the ability to out drink any man at the bar and still get up and go to work the next day. We talked about the men we loved, the men we hate, the men we love to hate and the men we wish we had. We share aha moments, triumphant moments, silly moments and moments of extreme pain. We flip back and forth between so many different extremes of emotion and as we sit, we each are able to revert back in our sense memory to the tween girls that still can be found in our minds and expressed from our vocal cords and a sense of everything is all right with the world comes alive in us and in all those who feel and hear the joy. There is nothing like a little girl who can enjoy being a little girl. There is nothing like growing into a woman who will retire at 55 and knowing that the little girl is looking out from behind the eyes of growing wisdom and enjoying being 50 and knowing that this life is a such a gift.  As my little girl looks out she knows that she is extremely blessed as she is influenced and touch by each woman present and pushed into the destiny of being a much better mother than even the tween in her coulda’ ever thought.

My children had a birthday party and I had a ball.

Yolande Barial
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Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
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Recycle

Ok, enough with the recycle bins.  We received a brand new shipment of them in the office last Thursday and to be honest I am confused. There is one bin for trash, one bin for bottles/cans, one bin for glass bottles, one bin for mixed paper, one for white paper and one for food scraps.  We have to make decisions about which bin we are going to place our trash in sometimes several times a day.  We make the decision  in the lunch room, in the mail room and in the park.  Now recycling is a multimillion dollar business.  There are different color bins, different sizes and different types of recycle bins.  Bins are now purchased for their uniqueness and their ability to lock into place and to be honest I harken (I have always wanted to use ‘harken’ in a sentence) back to the time when garbage was placed in a garbage can and the only people who dug around in the can were homeless people who were in dire need of a shower.  Well no longer everyone is digging in garbage cans now.  The economy has forced us to be one in ‘lack’.  I digress.  We have websites devoted to recycling and the bins who make the money for them. At my office we have signs on the recycle bins so that we know which bin should accept which particular type of trash. I find myself standing in front of the bins reading the explanation of what bin I should discard my paper napkins and my colored paper and my plastic water bottle. I believe they all go in different containers.  We spend a lot of time staring at these bins trying to figure out what item goes in what bin and then if you are like me, you receive a little twinge in your stomach when you know you messed it up.

I just want to throw it away, I don’t want to have to think about it too.

 Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
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“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”