Colleen Crawford is a 50-something mother of three boys who likes to write. She operates a daycare in her home and says she is fortunate enough to say, "I get to count ladybugs for a living!" She dabbles in ballroom dancing and loves to dance to the music of life. Sometimes it is as intense and serious as a tango, other times, it is fun and upbeat like the jive. She says she loves to waltz through her days and find precious little nuggets within each day as it comes. "I like to write life as I feel it and that is what this column is about."
I think the world is always speaking to us. Sometimes we are open to hear the messages and other times, the wisdom of the world around us passes us by. When we are too busy focusing on the moment . . .
I haven't been doing a very good job of maintaining a regular wake up time, so the shift to early morning darkness has taken me by surprise. The first time I woke up to full-fledged darkness at 5 . . .
I had laboured over a writing project for more than five years. I had collected so much information that I was overwhelmed at the thought of putting it all together. I had been stuck in limbo for . . .
I had a free hour at my disposal the morning before my youngest son graduated, so I ran over to my lawyer's office and updated my will. Yes, my timing was strange, but I had this overwhelming need . . .
Well, you did it! Today is your graduation day. The hard work, the stresses, the ups and downs, the challenges and joys of your school days thus far are now tucked safely behind you. Today is just . . .
I live in a bubble-wrapped world. I am surrounded by people who encourage, support and listen to me. The only people within this world who challenge me are under the age of four. I'm not pushed out. . .
I woke up to a completely blank slate one fine Sunday morning. I knew I had to come up for air. I had to come upstairs, sit in the sun and inhale. I responded to one inbound piece of communication.. . .
When I started to collect memories from my dad's family in anticipation of compiling them in book form, I started writing down a few of the things Dad taught me or told me over the years. These are. . .
The week has been a hodge podge of emotions as I adjust to the changes within my daycare world (and by extension, my budget). I feel like I have been trudging through quicksand and trying very hard. . .
The week has been a hodgepodge of emotions as I adjust to the changes within my daycare world and, by extension, my budget. I feel like I have been trudging through quicksand and trying very hard . . .
There is often much written to appease the lonely and broken hearts around Valentine's Day. I have read articles where single parents were singled out and honoured. I have never considered myself . . .
I have walked at the side of too many people who have faced great loss in their lives this past while. I walked into this role with precious little first-hand experience. It is unfortunate to say I. . .
Twenty-seven years ago, Dec. 7, 1987, is one of those days that stands out from the rest. It was a day of drama. ? ?I had left my husband for the third and final time days before. I remember waking up on the morning of Dec. 4 and thinking, "This is the
When a young man lashes out at society in the most brutal of ways, I cannot forget the fact that he is someone's son. I have three sons. I cannot help but wonder. We take on the world when we raise a child. We do the best we can with what we have. We
One of my most favourite places to be is the spot somewhere in between "yes" and "no." ?? You apply for a job and the deadline for applications has not come to pass. You extend an invitation and await a reply. You put yourself out on a limb and offer a
As I tossed around the idea of participating in a ballroom dance competition in Montreal several years ago, my (then) 23-year-old son was whole heartedly supportive of the idea. His exact words? "Go! When you start repeating your stories when you are
"The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it's the same problem you had last year."?- John Foster Dulles I once asked my mother-in-law how things were going. Her response? "Same crap, different pile." I
I have a very hard time giving up old shoes - the shoes that fit properly, the shoes I can actually walk in, without throbbing pain as an after effect.?? I have bunions and the widest part of my foot is 4 1/2 inches across. To find shoes I can wear
Yesterday was one of those daycare days that normally has the ability to have me running for cover the moment the last child has left for the day. But after all was said and done, I felt like I had conquered the day, not the other way around. There were
Dear Sixteen-Year-Old Me,?? I'm going to write you a letter. A letter you won't fully understand or believe until you actually live your life. It is a letter that could change your life. But the question is: "Is that a good thing?"?? In about three
There is nothing I like better than a spur of the moment day. One day, looking at a grid map of our province became the catalyst for a most excellent afternoon.?? My adult son commented that he had recently driven down the highway to my childhood farm.
I had a deep and meaningful conversation with an (almost) six year old one afternoon. ??I thought I would pick dandelions until his mom arrived (I never did run out of dandelions) and as I did so, I would point out the ladybugs I found and he collected
When I was married, my husband and I purchased a 10-acre plot of undeveloped land in northern Alberta. We were young, full of dreams and high hopes. ?? Our plan was to clear the land, buy and build a garage package (which would become our home). The
I am a firm believer in the power of making your intentions become your reality. I have a strong sense that when you act and believe your life is going to unfold in a certain direction, it will. I don't believe there is anything magical or mystical
"You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. Take control and choose to focus on what is important in your life. Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life." - Anaïs Nin These are such wise
Sometimes we see it coming. Other times we don't. There are times we think we know what to expect but life throws us a curve we weren't expecting. Usually it is a little bit of "all of the above." Change. Personally, I love my ruts. I have learned from
One day, two of my barefooted two-year-old girls (from my Daycare Family) were sitting on my lap. I couldn't help but stare at the perfection of those little toes. Toes that had not yet been squished into ill-fitting shoes. Toes that had not conformed
What would I feel like if I spent 10 hours of every weekday with two other people who spoke a different language than I do??? What if those two people seemed to have a special connection and words were truly not necessary to speak with each other???
It was Feb. 24, 1978. Ah, the '70s. It was a simpler time. A time when marriage meant forever and destiny was summarized up in the phrase "happily ever after". Back in the '70's, getting married was the answer to most everything. I didn't worry about my
"Treat a man as he is and he will remain as he is; treat a man as he can be and he will become as he can and should be." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe I was enduring a "terrible tantrum" phase with one of my children when I asked my mom how she managed
My favourite entertainer (Jeffery Straker) came to our fair city recently. So, I asked a friend if she was interested in going to see him. I received a resounding "Yes!" as an answer and I was off. I invited two handfuls of friends to join us. One group
I don't know what it is about mowing the lawn, but my mind goes into deep-thinking mode as I go about the mindless task of circling the lawn as I tend to the job at hand. This morning, my thoughts drifted to the lilac bush that still stands on our old
I think we can use age to be an excuse for many things.?? "He's only a baby," so they don't sleep on a schedule or walk or talk or anything that exceeds the expectations of that age.? ?"Terrible twos." An excuse? An explanation? Once again, a two-year-
There are times when you follow your heart, your instinct, your calling or whatever. And everything unfolds perfectly. As if you were following a well choreographed plan. Other times, you make a decision and it feels as though there are roadblocks at
I visited with my middle son's daycare provider a while ago. My son was two years old when we met Addie. She cared for him until he was almost 11 years old. Nine years of drop-offs and pick-ups, and the stories that each one of us must have heard about
I went along for the ride when my second son drove out to his farm one night.? His offer came with a cup of coffee ready and waiting for me in the truck. Conversation came easy and it was simply nice to get out of the city.?? It was when we took the
Ever since I started taking an interest in other things that life has to offer, my house has suffered. I used to take pride in clean, organized and de-junked closets and drawers. Now? The closets have doors, don't they? And if you can close a drawer it
I wasn't quite ready to leap out of bed when my alarm went off this morning. So I hit the snooze button. Ten more minutes ...??I hit it a few more times, each time relishing every moment of those 10 minutes. I enjoyed the gift of those extra minutes.
It was a small, un-momentous moment.?? Mom and I were sitting in the coffee shop at the bus depot one morning as we waited for her bus. One of the employees was washing the floor around us as we sipped our coffee. Mom commented on the clean floor. I had
Children are transparent. When they smile, it lights up a room. When they laugh, it is from their heart. When they cry, it is like the world is ending. When they love, they love with their whole heart. They live and breathe what they see. They are little
"There is a simple path to follow, which appears only when you calm your mind. It leads you on a beautiful journey back to your original self; the perfect, beautiful you." - Bryant McGill I accidentally stumbled across this "simple path" when my life