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		<title>Life Lessons and Disappointment</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 19:21:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barb Jacobucci</dc:creator>
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The greatest role of a parent is to give their child the foundation to go out into the world and handle whatever comes at them.  As the years move into fast forward, I am reminded of these lessons again and again.   This past week I got to watch this in action with my sister. 
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<p>The greatest role of a parent is to give their child the foundation to go out into the world and handle whatever comes at them.  As the years move into fast forward, I am reminded of these lessons again and again.   This past week I got to watch this in action with my sister. <img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-550" title="Mary" src="http://niceshoesandmore.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Mary-270x300.jpg" alt="Mary" width="168" height="186" /></p>
<p>She had been working towards a goal for many, many months.  She prepared, she prepared, and then she prepared some more.  She went into the final stretches towards the goal with everything that she had.   She had a large cheerleading section behind her…”there is no way you can miss on meeting this goal”…”you are obviously going to make it”…”you can’t lose”.  These were the shouts of encouragement that we smothered her with.  She was the one who kept us all grounded with “its not a done-deal”…”you never know until the end”…”nothing is guaranteed”.</p>
<p>In the end, she didn’t reach her goal.  She came so close, but we never attack a goal with the idea of being the runner-up, do we?  We were so disappointed for her.  Well, guess what she said?…</p>
<p>“My mother always taught me that things happen for a reason. I learned so much on the way, I gained so much, I’ll be ready for the next time. This is actually a good thing, Barb, cuz now I can plan my trip to visit you for your birthday!”</p>
<p>Really?  She is able to take the disappointment with grace, and then turn this around to make ME feel better.  We have been plotting a weekend when she could fly out to join me for a big 50th Birthday party celebration, but had put the decisions on hold pending her goal.  Within seconds, she was looking past her disappointment and looking forward to what is next.  My hat’s off to you, Mary.  You are my hero.  When I grow up, I want to be like you!</p>
<p>Mom and Dad, you did your job well.</p>
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		<title>I don&#8217;t know</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:16:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barb Jacobucci</dc:creator>
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This is the time of year that you hear all about making predictions for the new year, setting new goals, making resolutions for an improved life.   For days we are surrounded by these thoughts, ideas, words, suggestions.
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<p>This is the time of year that you hear all about making predictions for the new year, setting new goals, making resolutions for an improved life.   For days we are surrounded by these thoughts, ideas, words, suggestions.</p>
<p>I am here to say that I have considered all of that.  My response is &#8220;I Don&#8217;t Know&#8230;&#8221;.</p>
<blockquote><p>I don&#8217;t know what the new year will bring.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what town I will end up living in. <img class="alignright size-full wp-image-418" title="shrugged_shoulders" src="http://niceshoesandmore.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/shrugged_shoulders.jpg" alt="shrugged_shoulders" width="154" height="125" /></p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know if I will find a relationship that fulfills me.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what career path my son will go down.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know where my daughter will live after college graduation.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what amazing new people I will meet.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what my next blog topic will be.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what heart ache will be visited upon me.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know if I will be consistent with my exercise routine.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know if I will be able to take any vacations this year.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know&#8230;</p></blockquote>
<p>Now, here is the good news.  <em><strong>I am at peace with that! </strong></em>I am at a place in life where I don&#8217;t feel that I have to have so much control.   I don&#8217;t NEED to have the year planned out.  I don&#8217;t NEED to know what is around the corner.   I am finally okay with accepting lifes surprises.   I am all about being prepared, always learning and growing, but this year&#8230;go ahead&#8230;throw me the curve balls, send me the out-of-the-blue surprises, intrigue me, raise my eyebrows, bring it on!!</p>
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		<title>I hope to become the person that my puppy thinks I am.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barb Jacobucci</dc:creator>
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Tucker, our family LhasaPoo is 1 1/5 years old. A beautiful, calm, easygoing, great companion. Who knew this dog thing could be so much fun! Two years ago my dearest friend called to tell me that she had just adopted a wonderful Yorkie. My first reaction was&#8230;&#8221;what was she thinking?&#8221;. I am a former country [...]]]></description>
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<div><span style="font-family:arial;">Tucker, our family LhasaPoo is 1 1/5 years old. A beautiful, calm, easygoing, great companion. Who knew this dog thing could be so much fun! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Two years ago my dearest friend called to tell me that she had just adopted a wonderful Yorkie. My first reaction was&#8230;&#8221;what was she thinking?&#8221;. I am a former country girl that grew up on a farm in Colorado. We had many dogs growing up, but they were always outdoor dogs. They tagged along when we rode our horses, they hopped into the pickup when Dad went to check the fields, they ran up to the lake to have a bath whenever they wanted. What a great life. But, have a dog in the house? Nope, not going to happen. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When my kids wanted a dog, they were swiftly denied. We are city folks now. It isn&#8217;t fair to a dog not to have acres and acres to roam. And besides, I am allergic to dogs! Easy out, right? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, not so fast! About 30 seconds after my initial reaction to my friend, the thought popped into my head, &#8220;I know exactly what she was thinking!&#8221; I have known my friend for almost 30 years. We have been through it all together, including raising kids the same age. Our oldest are out of the house, either in college or out on their own. Our second children are close behind and ready to begin their adult lives. We are both single mothers ready to embark on the next chapter of our lives as empty nesters. The idea of having a puppy in the house didn&#8217;t sound so wrong after all. (O.K. this is the part where you can accuse me of being selfish!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The next step was to begin all the research and soul searching. Having a puppy is a big commitment: Feeding, walking, training and loving. This would be similar to having small children in the house again. After all the research, and spending some time in the home of a LhasaPoo (yeah! no sneezing, no allergies!) we made the big leap to become the proud owners of our greatest friend, Tucker!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I never realized what a big life change this would be-for the positive. We LOVE our puppy. He is so happy to see us every day, he sleeps at my feet, he curls up with us while we watch movies, and he loves us unconditionally. I now know what all the pet lovers have been talking about. The next challenge is to live up to being the person that my puppy thinks I am. A very stiff challenge, but a goal that I am reminded of every morning when I wake up to the eager, brown eyes of someone who depends on me so completely for his happiness. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Only one problem&#8230;.I had to promise my son &#8220;No doggy clothes!&#8221;</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Now, I must ask you to excuse me so that I can roam the neighborhood with my puppy.</span></div>
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