Yeah, I'm wishing for warm weather.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Monday Afternoon
How is it that my life is always torn between joy and struggle? Or that I'm often laughing while tasting the tears that streak my face? Oh wait. That is life. I'll take it over complacency.
I wrote that as my status on Fb the other day. You know, it's so true... this day I wanted to put my face down and just cry but I've got three little babies looking at me all day so I have to keep going, all that plaster dust from the weekends activities... and I'm cleaning and playing the same sweet song over and over... trying to not feel the despair of of not enough money, not enough energy and pasta again for dinner...then I look over and on the chair is little Alice Rose, looking for all the world like a Lost Boy, grubby and disheveled, swaying and singing, the sunlite falling full on her funny upturned face and I swing her up into my arms and dance and dance around in the kitchen in the burst of unexpected winter sun.
And the two boys come running in, grab my legs and we sway and we sing and they don't care it I'm out of tune and that the floor is dirty and that it is pasta again. They are filling up my house with love.
I wrote that as my status on Fb the other day. You know, it's so true... this day I wanted to put my face down and just cry but I've got three little babies looking at me all day so I have to keep going, all that plaster dust from the weekends activities... and I'm cleaning and playing the same sweet song over and over... trying to not feel the despair of of not enough money, not enough energy and pasta again for dinner...then I look over and on the chair is little Alice Rose, looking for all the world like a Lost Boy, grubby and disheveled, swaying and singing, the sunlite falling full on her funny upturned face and I swing her up into my arms and dance and dance around in the kitchen in the burst of unexpected winter sun.
And the two boys come running in, grab my legs and we sway and we sing and they don't care it I'm out of tune and that the floor is dirty and that it is pasta again. They are filling up my house with love.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Mooooooom! What's for dinner?
Hell, if I know, Kid.
Heres an apple, now leave me alone.
I'm writing.
Heres an apple, now leave me alone.
I'm writing.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Sure, it takes a village.
Do you ever just think you need to say: thank you thank you thank you and hope that karma or god or fate or whatever you believe will spread it to ears of those who should hear it? I think it right now. And also,
I love you I love you I love you -- if you think there is a chance I mean you in any of this, well you are right.
You've heard, we all have-- it takes a village to raise a child. Now you're gonna roll your eyes or sigh or stop reading because you've heard this already. Well, why don't you listen. Yeah , it takes a village to raise a child, it takes mama friends and daddy friends and childless friends and teenagers and other kids to raise a child... but thats not what my thank yous and i love yous are for. Because you know what else takes a village, we do each one of us, no one lives in void. No not you, tough sexy artist guy, not you awesome stylish childless woman, not you hippy mama, suburban mother, you somewhere in between mama. No we need each other. It takes a village to raise me. Me at almost 37, I'm on FB , on blogs, on the phone, text, posting, meeting at coffee shops, bars, front porches... I need you to tell me what shampoo you use, what to do with my baby's cough, that I'm okay, that you like my top, that you care what I think about politics and dinner and that book and where I bought my jeans and if the world is crashing down around us. I need you, you need me... pretend you don't and you are lying.
It takes a village to raise a child, to embrace the adult and someday to lead us to the next step, what ever you believe comes After.
Lately my village is sending a lot love my way, it is coming sprinkled like pixie dust thru the invisible lines of the internet and in the irl voices of friends. So you know who you are, my village. Thank you. I love you.
I love you I love you I love you -- if you think there is a chance I mean you in any of this, well you are right.
You've heard, we all have-- it takes a village to raise a child. Now you're gonna roll your eyes or sigh or stop reading because you've heard this already. Well, why don't you listen. Yeah , it takes a village to raise a child, it takes mama friends and daddy friends and childless friends and teenagers and other kids to raise a child... but thats not what my thank yous and i love yous are for. Because you know what else takes a village, we do each one of us, no one lives in void. No not you, tough sexy artist guy, not you awesome stylish childless woman, not you hippy mama, suburban mother, you somewhere in between mama. No we need each other. It takes a village to raise me. Me at almost 37, I'm on FB , on blogs, on the phone, text, posting, meeting at coffee shops, bars, front porches... I need you to tell me what shampoo you use, what to do with my baby's cough, that I'm okay, that you like my top, that you care what I think about politics and dinner and that book and where I bought my jeans and if the world is crashing down around us. I need you, you need me... pretend you don't and you are lying.
It takes a village to raise a child, to embrace the adult and someday to lead us to the next step, what ever you believe comes After.
Lately my village is sending a lot love my way, it is coming sprinkled like pixie dust thru the invisible lines of the internet and in the irl voices of friends. So you know who you are, my village. Thank you. I love you.
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