The Cabbage

The Cabbage

The Cabbage

I recently finished reading the book, Tuesdays with Morrie.  I highly recommend anyone contemplating their purpose in life and has the tendency to be a workaholic or is often described as driven, or career focused – should read the book.  It’s a memoir about a man that was obviously a gift to our society and his last moments on earth.  He spent his last days teaching about how the purpose of life seems so obvious when you’re dying.

Joe and I have been really trying to focus on the things that matter, even if it means giving up some of our income and “drive”.  He’s officially going to back off of his photography except for beach photography, real estate and commercial so that he can have more quality time with the kids.  We haven’t quite defined my sacrifices yet (well we have but I’m not revealing them in this blog – yet!).  

With two slightly OCD perfectionists for parents, the children have really had little room to color outside the lines.  We decided to lighten up a bit and let the kids make a few messes without getting aggravated.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined that Joe would take this new focus so literally that we have a cabbage growing in our front yard.  Seriously – the next time we want some coleslaw – it’s only a few steps away.  There is an entire backyard with plenty of room for a garden, but since James wanted it out front – Joe was all about it.

There are a few concerns – first, I didn’t know it until the cabbage was so large it could probably be entered in some sort of small town 4H contest – or is that just for animals?  I grew up in Houston – give me a break, I’m not trying to offend anyone but we didn’t do anything with livestock except for eat it.  The second concern is that you have no idea how bad it bothers me that we have a cabbage in our front yard.  

I read the book, The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch last year and loved it.  One of the most memorable passages is when Randy describes how his parents allowed him to paint all kinds of things that were important to him all over the walls of his bedroom and they never painted over it.  It gave him the strength to “color outside the lines” for the rest of his life.  Randy painted a rocket ship, and an elevator on his walls.  At the time I read the words I thought that his parents must have really been understanding and patient.  Although inspiring – I never fathomed it would mean that I would have to live with a cabbage in the middle of our yard for the rest of our life!  

The things we do for those we love!

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