By: Honey Good
I tell personal stories because, as women, we have similar situations and thoughts. Communication leads to knowledge and ideas. Reading another woman’s way of dealing with life and its many adventures make you reflect on your own. Sharing is caring! So here goes another story. This one you can do with your children or grandchildren.
I have always seen the glass half full, tried to make lemonade out of lemons and in times of disappointment, I pick myself up and start all over again. However, I’ve realized not everyone sees the world this way and I often wonder how much has to do with our genes. So one day I did a "Honey test.”
Years ago, I was babysitting. My darling grandson was spending the day. It was time for milk and cookies. Into the kitchen, he toddled, holding onto my hand. I sat him down at the kitchen table. I walked over to the kitchen cabinet to take out his favorite cup and I had an idea…I would fill a glass half way up with water, sit down across from him at the kitchen table and ask him, “Do you see this glass of water half empty or half full?” I prayed he would say, “half full.”
I sat down across from him with the glass filled halfway between us, I lowered my head to match his and said, “Robbie! Do you see this glass of water half empty or half full?”
There was a long pause as he looked and looked. “I see the glass half full, Honey.”
“I am so happy you did! Don’t move while I go into the other room. I will be right back.”
I gave him a huge kiss! I happily raced into the den, grabbed a piece of construction paper and four magic markers, red, yellow, green and blue.
I took the construction paper, the “half full glass” of water and the markers and I printed at the top of the paper: “Always see the glass half full.” Under that I drew four tall glasses. I then let him color the glasses half way, one green, one blue, one yellow and one red as we munched on Oreo cookies and I told him a story I hoped he might understand about his prolific answer. I then signed the picture. “I love you, HONEY.”
Of course he was too young to understand the importance of his words. But, I was thrilled. So thrilled that I gave the painting to his mother to frame. It was lost.
Over the course of his growing up I would often mentioned our day together, the story, the lesson and its meaning. I have explained to him that everyone has some hills and valleys in their lives and to “see the glass half full” is a blessing. I tell him to “race up his mountains and climb his way out of his valleys, as he has seen his grandmother do.”
This story has gone “full circle!” I had an artist replicate “our” drawing in an oil painting that hangs behind his desk in his office. This story took place twenty- two years ago.
After he hung the painting, he called, and this was our conversation: “Honey, I hung the painting. It will hang behind every desk in every office I have all of my life. I love you so much, Honey.”
And, “I love you, Robbie, all the days of my life.”
By: Honey Good
“I’m not interested in dating,” I replied to my dearest girlfriend when she mentioned the name of a man she wanted me to meet. We were walking along the Hawaiian shore at sunset. She was visiting me in Honolulu seven months after I became a widow.
By: Honey Good
My daughter, Jennifer, is an artist. She was on the Oprah Show. She is a loving mother and terrific wife. However, she is neither a cook nor a housekeeper and has told me, laughingly, that the next home they live in will not have a kitchen!
By Susan "Honey" Good
I wake up happy. It comes naturally. I look forward to facing my day with positivity. My outlook is fueled by optimism. I see my cup as half full.
No, I am not a goody two-shoes. I do, however, consider myself to be one of the lucky ones who has the ability to triumph over my adversities, with a little help from a friend. Who might she be? The ‘happy gene.’ I am thankful to my mother and my father for this happy gene of mine.
I am grateful for the happy gene because it provided me with a running start on living a charmed life. I understand that those of you who don’t have the gene have to work harder to attain happiness. Just remember, dear readers of mine, happiness is within your reach.
My husband Sheldon Good and I, both widowed fairly young, have a great big beautiful blended family. We have four children between us (one son passed away), and 24 “grands.” Eighteen are the offspring of our children, and six we welcomed into the family as spouses. And we expect to reach 36 “grands” in the not too distant future…and more once great-grandchildren start arriving!
Retire is a word that scares me because it means growing old. It forces me to face the fact that unpleasant things are going to happen—and I don’t want to go there, for 100 reasons that would take me hours to explain. I have confronted my conflict in the only way I know how: The word retire has no place in my life.
By: Honey Good
As you know, I draw my Good Morning Stories from my past experiences. I begin searching my mind, days before I put my fingers on the keyboard, for an eventful experience that has had a profound, loving or funny impact on my life.
"Tis a gift to be simple, Tis a gift to be free. ‘Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be. And when we find ourselves In the place that’s right, twill be in a valley of love and delight." 19th Century Shaker Hymn
Reading this little poem gives me immeasurable pleasure. I reread it often; each time, feeling my body de-stress and unwind. I am embracing simplicity.
It would be dream- like to believe we can always ‘simple be.’ Nevertheless, this poem empowered me to reexamine my life style, a mix of utter razzle and dazzle that often puts me into a state of utter frazzle.
I wanted to keep the razzle-dazzle and minimized the frazzle in my life style. And, being of a certain mindset I have succeeded somewhat in doing just that.