Unsought Advice

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Exhaustion reigns
For the sleepless mom
The be-everywhere
Be-everyone
Mom
With groceries to buy
Mouths to wipe
Scrapes to kiss
Shoulder-rides to give
Bills to pay
Work to be done
Houses to clean
Dishes to wash
Try to take the load off
The studying spouse

All with smiles
Cracking at the seam
Trying to feed
The bodies and souls
To smile
So those little joyous
Feet
Keep
Their light
pitter patter
Unweighed by all the
“You should just…”
“You need to just..”
“You’re doing it wrong”
“You’re ruining those kids”
That break
The seams
And wear her down

But still
She smiles
For those little beings

With hope that
Someday
Maybe they won’t care
What other people think.

The Space Between

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She dreams her dreams
Of hope and peace
A pen in her hand
A smile on her face

And in the clutter of her daily life
The mess, chaos, and all the noise,
She sits back and smiles
Thinking on all the laughter and all the joys
That all the spilled milk, juice and paint
Could never ruin, never taint,
For in every mess a memory was made.
That royal blue paint on the carpet?
That was a brilliant blue sparrow on the page,
Her daughter’s first bird,
For the first forest she painted.
The red on the walls, the tables, and dogs?
Her son’s laughter as he grabs his first marker,
Are worth a gentle chiding, nothing more,
Since that’s what washable markers are for.

So, in those moments of chaos sweet
She can dream her dreams,
Of joy and peace,
Content in her clutter
Her joyous mess
Her path, her road, her temple,
Her home called Happiness.

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The Power of Love

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An absolutely moving post on the power of love by one of my favorite bloggers, Victo Dolore. It is so hard to be on the brunt end of verbal abuse, but to swallow that hurt and see the wounded individual underneath? That inspires me to no end and fills me with hope. We all need someone to love us, someone to acknowledge our humanity, our hurts, our very being. I am eternally grateful to Victo (and all the other doctors, nurses, social workers, and human beings out there like her), who see the human being under the abuse, and treat them with this kind of love.

They are my heroes.

White Privilege = Imaginary play with guns is OK, for some but not others.

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I have to take a moment here and truly thank an amazing (and new!) blogger, Oy Mama, whose friendship and honesty about being a single mother to a bi-racial daughter has opened my eyes to the very horrifying realities of racism in our modern era. Please take a moment and read her moving post about white privilege and imaginary play with guns (okay for some, but not others). We need to acknowledge this exists and is a reality in order to make a change.

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My first blog “White Privilege and Imaginary Play with Guns” was written on July 26, 2015 after an experience with my daughter led me to write a 2 sentence post in a Parents Talk Race Facebook page my friend Tereza started. Raising Race Conscious Children asked if I would like to turn it into a guest blog post and so my adventure began as a blogger.

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