The Mother of All Bucket Lists

Buckets are such an "understated" item! They collect our sand and seashells, the drips from our leaky roofs, but best of all - our dreams!

People that know me well consider me to be a “list person,” and if you were to ask me directly, I’d happily take that one step further and say that I’m a “list addict.”

This isn’t a must-have skill that I acquired as the result of raising a large family—I’ve been creating lists my entire life. Just ask my Barbie dolls of years ago—I had lists back then, too, organizing how often Barbie and Ken would eat at certain restaurants and more importantly, when to take her Vintage Camper and Friendship Plane in for tune-ups.

For the most part, my lists have served me well, and sometimes too well.  Once I have items scrawled on a piece of paper, whatever I have written down is now something very real, meaning I will move Heaven and Earth to see that it gets accomplished, regardless of whether or not it was something even worthy of my pen and pad in the first place. 

So, when The Bucket List was released a few of years ago starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, you know I had to take their cue and come up with one of my own.

Mine was a bit more practical than theirs was, however.  I have no desire to go sky diving (hot air ballooning, yes), drive a racecar (I do that every day in the car pool) or go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France (well, only if Mother’s Illustrated wants me as their centerfold). 

Nonetheless, the items I have on my “Bucket List” are quite significant to me, and one of the first items I had down was to master a second language. 

Good news!  By sheer accident, which I owe all to my husband, I was able to do this without having to enroll in a single foreign language class or place an order for a Rosetta Stone software package.  

When my husband saw my list, only because it accidently tumbled out of my suitcase, I mean pocketbook, as we waited for a prescription to be filled last week, he curiously grabbed it and started reading. This was quite humbling as I watched my life’s partner reading my lofty ambitions, only to watch his eyes widen as he pointed to certain items and let out a few hearty chuckles. 

Things like spending an uninterrupted (key word—uninterrupted) afternoon in the Jacuzzi eating take out Chinese food is nothing to snicker at.  And what’s so funny about wanting to strut, I mean stroll, down the beach in a bathing suit without a skirt or built-in shelf support? 

There was no stifling his laughter when he read one of my top 10 – enroll in an assertiveness training program so that I could learn to say the word “no” with confidence.

Alas, though, when he saw the one about learning a foreign language he asked why I even had this one down, seeing as I had already done that. 

Perhaps he was referring to my childhood growing up on an Air Force Base in Puerto Rico.  Spanish was obviously the native tongue and at one point, I did speak it kind of fluently, but, when you don’t practice and use it every day, it is amazing how quickly words like “hola” become a thing of the past. 

It wasn’t Spanish he was referring to, however, it was another language that I have been speaking for nearly 18 years now, day in and day out thanks to my charming brood of children.  As my husband pointed out, I’ve become quite fluent at it—The Mother Tongue. 

Hold on a moment—he just might have something here. From the moment my feet hit the floor in the early hours of each morning, my Mother Tongue starts speaking, before I’m even awake. 

Usually it’s to my 5-year-old, who is frantically searching for one of her 70 pocketbooks or other important items that she stashed someplace before going to bed.  Without missing a beat my Mother Tongue immediately knows how to change subjects so we can head up to breakfast and avoid a meltdown before 6 a.m. 

It’s not always that easy, though, as any of us with teenagers know.  By 6:30 a.m., my Mother Tongue has to quickly change gears from placating a 5-year-old to bribing a 16-year-old to get out of bed immediately so she doesn’t miss the 6:45 a.m. bus! 

And then, there is that group known as middle schoolers, who constantly remind us that they know more than any adult ever could, so my Mother Tongue must now play the game of wit, always being one step ahead of their pre-teen insight to life. 

The Mother Tongue is spoken in our home from sunrise to sundown seven days a week where occasionally silence is golden and the simple raise of an eyebrow or swift motion of my index finger sends a message faster than any verbal prowess I could deliver by tongue. 

Thanks to my husband’s astute awareness that I am already very savvy in a second language, I can cross another item off my 100-item bucket list.  In honor of mother’s everywhere this month, I highly encourage you to create one of your own. 

In a little more than two years, I’ve crossed 20-some items off of mine, and on days when I feel like pulling the bucket over my head instead of checking off what’s on it, I remind myself that there is one item that I should be checking off each and every day, despite the challenges — enjoying and appreciating my family.

sunny mooney April 26, 2011 at 03:06 PM
hi just read the newest one...i wish i could learn the assertive no...lol sunny
Jane Couto April 27, 2011 at 04:43 AM
Love this, Cheryl! Love the image of you watching your husband's expression as he read down your list. :) I am the kind of person who makes list - and then loses them!! :-/
Cheryl Butler April 30, 2011 at 12:43 AM
Thanks, Jane! Trying to gather the courage for another item on the list........sucking down an oyster!!!


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