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A Changing Situation

photo of my mother, Carol Veysey
My mother, Carol Veysey

My mother, Carol Veysey, was a beautiful writer and especially loved writing poetry. I know she would have loved to have had her work published while she was alive, but never got the chance. So one of my favourite parts of being a writer myself is publishing her work whenever I get the chance.

Here is a poem she wrote when she was younger, which I feel is fitting as we start a brand new year. She describes a desire to see a world filled with peace and free of war, which is just as relevant now as it was many years ago when she first wrote it.

A Changing Situation 

by Carol Veysey

The dove of peace flies o’er the world,
Disheartened, not contented,
Seeing flags of war unfurled,
And killing unrelented.
This dove of peace swoops down to earth
To view the situation;
Finds only war, no joy or mirth,
He feels an obligation
To relieve the world of dire distress.
But how?
With shame, he lowers his head,
Fellowship under God, no less -
But he cannot help the already dead
And suffering.
The changing situation is accounted for -
War and more war;
The world will feel a moral decay:
They’ll learn that war will never pay.
Won't someone stop the eternal bickering,
Warfare, and resentments;
The peace…lights of many lands are flickering,
Could we now make our amendments?


Fly High, Class of 2025

How can this be?

My little girl is graduating from elementary school.

Six years ago, I sat in this very same gymnasium for the parents’ night discussion about kindergarten. After that evening, I came home and wrote one of my very first blog posts: The Kindergarten Blues.

Now I watch my daughter and her friends, most of whom have been together since day one. They all look so grown up now, so tall. They wear their graduation caps with such pride, and they’ve certainly earned them. After all, these are the kids who started school during a global pandemic. They missed half of their kindergarten year together in person, and then had to return wearing masks and staying socially distanced.

They’ve always been a tight-knit group. Class sizes here were small, so they truly got to know one another in a way many don’t. My heart aches knowing their time together is officially ending. Yes, many will attend the same school next year, and some may even end up in the same classes. But it won’t ever be quite the same again. There will be new faces, new friendships, and new interests. And that’s how it should be. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Each school becomes its own little community, where everyone knows everyone. I will dearly miss ours. The support system we found here has been invaluable, helping us navigate the ups and downs of childhood, academics, and everyday life. All those daily drop-offs and pickups where parents and kids caught up, shared news, and supported each other. The incredible teachers who worked tirelessly to give our children the best education possible, who were welcoming and supportive, and who loved our kids so fiercely.

From our kitchen window, I can see the school. It has always brought me comfort to look down the road and know that my daughter was safe within those walls. Sometimes, I’d catch a glimpse of her class walking past our house on their way to the park or the basketball court. But next year, when I look out that window, for the first time in six years, she won’t be there. I’ll never again see her with her class walking by. She’ll be at a school further away, out of my sight. And just picturing that breaks my heart into a million tiny pieces.

This week has stirred up so many emotions. While I’m incredibly proud of my little girl and excited for the new adventures ahead, I’m also profoundly sad. I’ve never been good with endings or change. I’m the one who clings to routine, to loved ones, to what is familiar and safe. Embracing the unknown has never come easily to me.

So I’m going to try – really, really try – to take the advice from one of my favorite movies, Hope Floats (1998):

“Beginnings are usually scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most. You need to remember that when you find yourself at the beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up.”

Fly high, Class of 2025. I’ve watched you grow with awe and pride, and I know you’re going to change the world in ways both beautiful and brave. This may be the end of one precious chapter, but there are so many more waiting to be written – each filled with new beginnings, big dreams, and all the magic that comes with growing up.

I Want to be Happy, That is All

No more drama. Walking on eggshells. Making myself small so that others feel better about themselves.

No more working to the point of exhaustion. Burning out. Feeling like I always need to be achieving something. Pushing myself beyond my boundaries. Not spending enough time doing activities that align with my values and passions. 

No more making plans I don’t want to make. Spending time with people who drain my energy. People who are negative, toxic, unkind. People who keep on taking instead of giving.

I want to be happy, that is all. Life is too short to be anything else.

You Are Enough

Baby girl, you are enough. Don’t let the world tell you otherwise. You shine, you sparkle, you are beauty infinity.

Bad times never last. Life will always get better, I promise you this. Nothing is ever permanent. You will wake up suddenly one day after grieving a loss, and smile, and laugh, and feel joy once again.

People can be cruel, and life doesn’t always happen as planned. You will lose people. You will have dreams crushed. You will feel shame. Some may turn their backs on you.

Life is 50/50 yin and yang. Happy and sad. Soul-crushing and soul-soothing. This is what life is meant to be.

Because it is impossible to learn and grow and appreciate what you have until you understand loss and failure and disappointment.

Don’t let anyone, EVER, make you feel less than, dim your light, or crush your spirit.

You are enough, baby girl. You are MORE THAN ENOUGH.

In This Brief Journey

In this brief journey we have

Around the sun,

I want to live, to dance,

To love with abandon.

Once it is over

The light goes out, forever.

Why then do we spend

Our precious time

Living lives of unhappiness,

Wasting our talents,

Settling for less.

Wonder and magic are all around,

If you know where to look.

One

It only takes one.

One person to love you,

When others do not.

One person to publish your story,

After years of rejection.

One winning ticket,

Out of hundreds bought.

One person who sees your worth,

When you cannot see it 

In yourself.

You are always just

 One step away

From life going right.

But you can’t win

If you take yourself

Out of the game.

So next time you feel

Like giving up, 

Remember…

 It only takes one.

Why

More often than not, I wonder why.

Why can’t life just work out the way I want.

Why do the people I love the most die.

Why am I always the one left to mourn them.

I don’t understand why people have to suffer,

Or live in poverty and hunger.

Why some have so much wealth,

And others just struggle to survive each day.

Why some people have everything,

And others have nothing.

Why some people’s lives are heaven on earth,

While others live in the depths of hell.

Why nature gives us sunrises and sunsets,

Rainbows and flower gardens,

Only to ravage us with hurricanes and tsunamis,

Tornadoes and drought.

Life is a puzzle it seems.

A puzzle no one has ever been able to solve.

I constantly look for meaning in this life,

But all I find are more questions without answers.

Someday, my child, you will ask me why.

And I fear I won’t know what to say.

All I know for sure is you are the reason 

Why I exist,

And my love for you is never ending.

This I do know for sure.

If I Had My Life to Live Over (Aimee’s Version)

I came across the wonderful verse IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by writer Erma Bombeck:

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.’ There would have been more ‘I love you’s’ More ‘I’m sorry’s.’

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it .. live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!! (© Erma Bombeck)

Inspired by her words, I decided to write my own version. Perhaps reflecting on my past regrets will help me re-evaluate how I want to live my life from this day forward. And to stop sweating the small stuff!

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER (Aimee’s Version)

I would have told my overly anxious teenage self to lighten up and stop worrying so damn much about everything and everyone. She carried around so much baggage and let other people’s expectations weigh her down far too much. Lighten up girl – you are young, have more fun!

In fact, I probably would have said the same thing to myself all throughout my 20s. A common theme for me in my life seems to be “I should have lightened up and had more fun.” Especially in my 20s, I should have stayed single more, travelled more, spent more time alone finding out what made me tick, instead of chasing dead-end relationships.

I would have wore less makeup, spent less time on my hair (and NEVER bleached it) and focused so much less overall on my appearance and weight. I would have focused more on being fit rather than just skinny.

I would have wore more sunscreen and hats, and NEVER visited the tanning salon. All the damage I did to my skin I am now paying for by having to get frequent checkups for skin cancer (which I first had in my early 40s).

I would have focused less on getting ahead at work and more on getting ahead in my own life.

I would have gotten a dog way before the age of 37. I can’t believe how many years I missed out on the love of dogs, they are the most magical of creatures. My first dog Bandit showed me the precious bond that can exist between humans and animals, and I am forever grateful.

I would have started my writing journey much earlier in life. I have always loved to write, but because I didn’t think I could make a go of it professionally, I put is aside. But it doesn’t matter if you can turn something into a career or not. Writing and other art forms is about creating, passion, something you do because it makes you happy first and foremost, not because you can necessarily make money at it.

People always remarked how much time I spent with my family. But I would have spent EVEN MORE time with my Mum and brother Robbie had I known how soon they would both be gone. When you lose two of the most important people in your life far too soon, you will ALWAYS regret the times not spent with them. The times you could have and chose not to. Those unspent times will haunt you forever and a day, and I wish I could bring them both back to me now and never ever let them go. I would hug and kiss them and tell them over and over again how much I love and miss them so much I ache inside most days.

If I am lucky I will have the second half of my life to make amends for the first. I want to live more fully in each moment, instead of merely existing in it.

We only get one trip around the sun. We all need to live our lives. NOW. Before the light burns out.

The Slowness in Between

We run around being busy,

And call it a life.

But real life is the slowness

In between.

It is the morning cuddles with your daughter

As you lay in bed.

It is noticing the five different colours of the sky

During sunrise and sunset.

It is walking through the woods,

Seeing the beauty of freshly fallen snow

Linger in the trees.

Life’s best moments don’t appear when you are

Busy running races.

They are found when you stop to smell the flowers

Along the way.

2021

I was so ready to say good riddance to 2021. The worst year of my life. The year I lost my beloved Mum.

But now I realize that 2021 is also the last year of my life where I could see my Mum, hug her, hear her voice. Every year since 1975 had my Mum in it. 2022 would be the first year without. Suddenly letting go of 2021 is not so easy.

But I promise Mum that although you will not live to see my future years, I will carry you with me in any way I can – your stories, your memories will live on, even when you cannot.

Rest in peace my beautiful Angel.