Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Letter to Benny: Honorary Godmother

Honorary Godmother:  someone who buys premium gifts for Godson.

My dear Benny.

My beautiful nephew.

Guess who is your honorary Godmama? 

Guess who is the lucky Auntie who gets to dote on you with love and kisses and plenty of sweets before returning you to your parents?

Guess who is in utter fascination with all things baby Benny?

Your Auntie Sally is who!

Your Auntie/Honorary Godmother is who!

And I didn’t come alone.

We would’ve been here sooner to meet you if it wasn’t for the 4-week head-cold/allergy-sickness-meds-could-not-get-rid-of-and-what-also-stumped-the-doctors illness that your Auntie suffered through.

Never mind the fact that because it took us an extra month to finally see you that our gift of baby onesies became muscle shirts, you having outgrown them already. 

Note to self:  next time we buy onesies, get 6-9 months instead of 3-6 months.  Muscle shirts quite unattractive on Benny, no matter how cute he truly is.

Guess who will be thinking of you each and every day with love from afar?

And guess who had the most profound paradigm shift of all things children when she finally, finally held you in her arms?

Just your Auntie Sally in the Zen who has never held a baby in her arms.

Until you.


Auntie & Honorary Godmother Sally in the Zen.

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Letter to Benny: Places To Go, Things to See

My dear Benny.

Lately I’ve been thinking about places that I’m going to take you, to see things that will make your eyes bright with wonder.

Benny:  Like where, Auntie Sally?

Me:  Like the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum in DC.  You’ll see things that can fly through the air and into space.  Space exploration is truly something to see.

Benny:  But Auntie Sally, I can do space travel with Star Trek.  Armageddon with Bruce Willis isn’t too bad either.

Uh, but wasn’t that movie rated PG-13? 

Me:  Uh…well…ok.  How about we explore the bottom of the ocean with the National Aquarium in Baltimore?  We can see stingrays and scary sharks!

Benny:  But Auntie Sally, I’ve seen scary sharks in Finding Nemo.  The clown fish is my favorite!

Hm.  This is harder than I thought.

Me:  Well, in that case, we’re going to have to visit the National Museum of Natural History!  Wait until you see the dinosaurs there!

Benny:  But Auntie Sally, Jurassic Park is on IMAX.  The T-Rex is awesome!  It sure can run fast!

Must.  Practice.  Patience.

Must.  Remember.  I.  Am.  Peace.  Loving.  Buddhist.

I’m not going to be trumped by a month-old smart aleck kiddie.

Me:  Okay, how about…

Benny:  Oh, and Journey to the Center of the Earth with Brendan Fraser is great too, Auntie Sally.  You should see it!

OMG, did this kid just steal my thunder

Being an auntie is going to be tougher than I thought.   But with a nephew like this, I’ve got game.


Smartie Pamper-pants Benny


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A Letter to Benny: Visionary

My dear Benny.

I marvel that you’re here. 

That you have graced us with your presence in this particular point in our lives, in this particular day and age. 

Since your arrival, I’ve found myself thinking about something that I never truly thought about. 

I’ve found myself thinking about time.

By the time you are able to read your auntie’s blog, a number of years will have passed.  If I am truly blessed, I will have ample amounts of time to spend with you, teaching you the essentials that only an auntie can teach.

Like making you understand and truly comprehend that dark chocolate is really, really good for your health.

Like doing the Electric Slide without having your Pampers riding up into delicate parts.

Like looking up at the clear night sky and wishing upon that one bright and brillant star.

Yes, you’ve got me thinking about time.  My living years will become your history.  My current events will be but stories to you.  I understand that now.  Never really thought about that. 

Until now.

If you’ll indulge me for a few moments, I want to tell you about the day you were born.  Thanks to the Internet and remarkable technology, I met you for the very first time, online.  I was able to see you all waddled up in a baby blanket with your tiny fragile head capped with a baby head cozy.

You took my breath away.

You see, the person who made it possible for me to see you passed on this week. 

His name was Steve Jobs.

He died this past Wednesday at the young age of 56.  People say that he was a visionary who changed our world.

And they are right.

Just as I marvel at how you are here with us today, I marvel that I am living through a profound moment that is passing into history right before my own eyes. 

I am truly blessed to have lived in the same lifetime as this visionary.

When you’re older, you’ll learn about Shakespeare, Monet, and Einstein.  And Jobs.  You’ll learn on technology that was created by him, use products that were made by him, and grow into a remarkable man for it.

But at the moment, it is I who am better for it, for with it, I met you, my dear Benny.


Auntie Sally in the Zen

Thank you Steve Jobs.

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