Oh, how easy I am to leave
And yet, perhaps?
Impossible to forget.
Me
Love
Witness
Not for you.
Not in place of you.
With you.
My eldest is entering her tween years and as much as I want to save her from the harrows that lie ahead,
I recognize,
It’s her journey
I’ve already lived mine.
I wish I could change the hands of some times,
But they’ve led me to this moment, right now.
The time I let go and witness.
Not for me.
Not in place of me.
With me.
Us.
Here I am
“I’ll always love you but some days, I don’t like you.”
I remember my mother saying this to me, as a child.
It has never resonated with me more.
It sounds harsh, but as a parent myself now, I understand what she meant.
One of our daughters has been having a really tough time lately and I’m going to be honest; spending time with her feels like work.
She’s struggling and her way of coping is to act out.
This week my mom said, “They need the most love when they are the most unlovable.”
Ugh. The ugly truth.
She knows this from her experience of parenting me.
I was NOT an easy child. Strong-willed, relentless, exhausting.
But she kept on loving me.
Despite my outbursts and her exasperation, she held.
I pushed, she stayed.
And here I am.
Exhausted and exasperated with my daughter.
But I stay.
I love.
I hold.
Like her behavior or not, here I am.
Choose Well
Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, a holiday dedicated to declaring love.
And what I want my girls to know
Is that love doesn’t come easy.
Their father and I make it look like it does,
But that is because we chose well.
We both had opportunities to choose otherwise;
But we waited.
We waited to find one another.
And they are the product of our love.
What I want my girls to know
Is that love SHOULD feel easy
Because when you choose well
It is.
Choose well.
Love Story
Life taught me that nothing is ever certain, and yet this moment was that, for me.
Certainty.
The search was over.
I found my life partner.
I wanted to spend eternity with him. I wanted to make more of us. I wanted nothing short of a life of us together, forever.
And here he was, asking that of me.
I walked down that mountain with a step so free, I may as well have been bouncing between the clouds.
Solid Ground.
Us, forever and ever.
Yes! 1,000 times Yes!
I will spend forever with you.
Love Story.
Love
“Do you know how much I love you?” She pleaded every night before bed.
What was I supposed to say?
No?
No, love doesn’t feel like the look on the teacher’s faces when they tell me to go inside since I’m the last one waiting to be picked up, every week?
No, love doesn’t feel like babysitters during business trips.
No, love doesn’t feel like the bottom of a beer can.
So, I said yes.
Yes, love feels like when you rock me to sleep on the edge of my bed.
Yes, love feels like you carrying me up to bed when I know I’m already too heavy.
Yes, love feels like I know you are doing the best you can in. spite. of.
Yes, mom, I know you love me.
Because now that I am a mom, I know how much it took for you to single-parent me and my sister.
Now that I am a mom, I know just how deep that love runs.
And now that I am a mom, I know how important it is for you to know that I know you’ve always loved me.
Me
He looked at me, as if noticing me for the first time again and remarked, “You’re strong.”
Me: . . . yea . . . 🙂
Guarantee
We want to freeze time.
Even go back and relive with new eyes.
But there’s a guarantee;
And that is,
Nothing ever stays the same.
We evolve
Or fester.
So, what’s it going to be?
What I Want You to Know
What I Want You to Know
Is that in spite of my stubbornness, I am good and kind.
That I am worthy of your love.
That the reason I acted out is because I adored you and wanted your attention.
That even as a mother of four, I still need my mommy.
That I don’t want to fight.
That no one can hurt me like you can because I care about what you think the most.
That you built me to be strong in the face of adversity.
And here I am.
Take me as I am.
Love me as I am.
I am yours.
Love and Loss
“Unable are the loved to die.
For love is immortality.”
-Emily Dickinson
Looking around, questioning the validity of everything I sense. What it must feel to walk on the moon. Like I’m floating out of this world. Not really here, but watching from the outside in. This is how it feels to live after loss.
And the more I realize I’m actually here, and she’s not, the more painful the reality becomes. Words like unfair. Too soon. And Why plague my mind.
The phrase “Be Kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle.” takes on a new meaning.
Suddenly, that asshole on the road is just another poor bastard doing the best he can.
And my child’s fit, is just that: a fit that will pass.
Love and Loss like spaghetti and meatballs, peanut butter and jelly- one not without the other.
And for a time, Kelly and Lauren. Best friends forever.
Rest In Peace my sweet friend. You are loved.
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