I am forever grateful to my big sis, the one and only The Monster in Your Closet, for constantly inspiring me to do the things I love and to be a better person. And, for letting me be a guest author on her Prescribing Joy series. Check it out! Prescribing Joy: Reading Dreams – http://wp.me/p1kMtx-6u5
Pacing the floor To soothe That neurotic itch To get a few steps more For the FitBit lift But the floor is a maze A Labyrinth worth pacing A veritable … Continue reading The Maze of a Modern Mom
My children laughed They played and giggled Took turns Hugged and Kissed each other’s scraped knees And I Held my bated breath Waiting For the first fist to fall The … Continue reading Horrors Pass
Days bleed one into the next and the next and the next My laughter mingles with the salt of my tears as tiredness walks hand-in-hand with the joys of being all … Continue reading A Little Bit More
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.
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.
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.
Okay, so I put this out there in my post on being a med student’s wife, but something that I didn’t mention about the hardship of being a med student’s … Continue reading On Showing Up
So, I was walking through a local (and importantly, air conditioned) mall this last weekend, and I felt that stress headache creeping in. My husband was pushing our sick one-year-old in … Continue reading Translating Three-Year-Old Speak