Today I shall behave…

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Today I shall behave as if this is the day I will be remembered.” ~ Theodor Seuss Geisel

If I had to describe my personality, I’d say I’m fairly introverted. I don’t typically go out of my way to be noticed, staying under the radar whenever possible. I’m not what I would consider memorable.

That is when I can be recognized. From the fringe, where I can’t be readily identified, I can be totally psycho, but that’s not how I truly want to be remembered.

I don’t want to be remembered as the crazy motorist in the blue Honda, yelling obscenities and making rude gestures at anyone she deems incompetent to share a road with her.

I don’t want to be remembered as the ranting woman in mismatched exercise wear, with her mismatched dogs, screaming at cars speeding passed her during her morning walks.

I don’t want to be a doormat who allows others to take advantage of her stubborn belief that people are who they say they are, and avoids conflict instead of speaking up for herself.

What I do want to be remembered for is that I was that friend you could count on for a shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent to, the one who could make you laugh so hard you snorted, or the one who made you glad you knew her.

What I want people to remember about me is that I was the very best mother I could be. That my kids were raised to be happy, compassionate, funny, smart, and productive adults. That they are the type of people you want to be friends with too.

(I have only one person to impress as far as being a wife is concerned…  so, yeah)

I want to be remembered well, with smiles and warm feelings.

On any given day, I should be able to say I live my life like my eulogy depends on it.

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Week 10: Inspired by Dr. Seuss, honoring his March 2 birthday. I chose this quote: “Today I shall behave as if this is the day I will be remembered.”

*Photo venue: Jesse Rodgers Memorial Cemetery, Fort Walton Beach, FL

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20 thoughts on “Today I shall behave…

  1. You’ve got it down perfectly. Your kids are all that you wish, I’m thinking your Hubs thinks you hung the moon…so yeah, you got it down perfectly!

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  2. Well on any given day, I’d say that you were kind, funny, supportive, talented and imaginative.

    I’ve been working on this part of me, to live as if today is the last day of my life. It’s a deep, heavy thing don’t you think? Yet, I hear John’s, Lisa’s, Gio and Jacob’s, my mom’s voices in my ears telling me that I am good, kind, loving and I srive to keep being those things even if I falter and act otherwise some times. I believe that the core of me is good. I hope others do too.

    thi was a brilliant way to write about that prompt, it has me all misty eyed.

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  3. A little off the point of your post but what are “mismatched dogs”? Dogs are dogs. What are we supposed to match them if we walk more than one? People that worry about matching dogs need to wake to the real world with its bigger real problems.
    Ok I might be remember for odd nitpicking issues. I like your post and really I just want to be remembered by someone other than the government.

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    • Both of my dogs are Lab-mixes. One is also part Chow, and the other, we’re not sure, maybe Spaniel or Beagle. They both look like full-blooded Labs, but one is 85lbs. and the other 35lbs. – mismatched.

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  4. I loved reading this. It’s the perfect thing to read tonight, as I’m winding down and already thinking about tomorrow. I hope, too, that my three hearts would remember me with a smile.

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  5. Hmmm …. I’m in a blue Hyundai, but yeah, this is relevant. I don’t do the road rage thing. I’m a defensive driver for my own safety, and I am an alert one. And I do NOT make unsafe turns unless NOT turning is even more unsafe. So. We have this intersection where turning right against red is legal but quite dangerous most of the time. I watch traffic and turn when it’s SAFE. Two days ago, I had people flying around me, passing on the right to rush through the right to turn. All of them nearly got hit. So I politely moved my car so the next person couldn’t see at all. Then, when someone tried to pass me on the right anyway, I waited until he looked, smiled sweetly, then flipped him a bird and pretended to gag on it. I DO believe the word that man mouthed at me was ‘bitch’. And he couldn’t turn until I did or the light changed. As soon as the light changed and he went, and I was happy for both of us. Because even if traffic HAD cleared up enough to be safe, I couldn’t go with his car in my way, and I wasn’t moving out of his way until I could go safely. He never let up enough for it to be safe.

    And I would SO love to see that painted on my tombstone

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