A HEART INSPIRED

I cannot believe where this life has landed me. If you could see my life through my eyes, you would see the very distant future. Seldom, do I envision a year or two ahead. It's always decades...out of reach. Yet, that is what I have been focusing on. Probably, because life seems so difficult right now. Don't get me wrong, life is good. It's just, there are alot of things to worry about. Mostly survival. Keeping a roof over our heads and food on the table are my biggest worries. So, I often allow my thoughts to drift beyond the here and now. Where I'm certain life will be easier. The kids will all be grown, with their own families and I'll be free to work all sorts of crazy hours and not have to be concerned about the children. Going back to my first sentence.... I cannot believe where this life has landed me. Here, right now. In the very place I thought I would never be; Free spirited enough to take my dreams by the horns and run with them! A novel. Me. Now.  I...

You began as a wish, a hope and a dream a prayer in a bottle, sent down the stream The wait was brief, the promise received never would have thought, who could have believed A baby girl, to love and to keep oh my love, how it ran so deep A joy from the moment, I knew of your being I couldn't believe the face I was seeing Sweet and perfect, darling and mine to hold and to treasure, for all time We spent each moment, wrapped in splendor  no sacrifice at all, for this heart to surrender My world and yours, no space in-between for your trust and happiness were mine to glean The years they did fly, so fast and so swift the years we've shared are a cherished gift You've been dealt more than your share sometimes, I know, it hasn't seemed fare But the days they were hard and often long you made it thru, this life has made you strong You are my sweet girl, with guts and true wit...a mind of your own its been my pleasure an...

Had a talk at the kitchen table today with a dear old friend....well not old, just, we've been friends for a long time. Since the old days...a long-time friend. We both have a bunch of kids and we're both now raising teens. Well, the topic turned to discipline, purity, respect and responsibility. We moms, think a whole lot differently than you dads. There is a lot that weighs heavy on our shoulders.  Everything, from what they wear, to how they present themselves, to what they eat and when they eat it, to how much sleep they get, to who they hang out with, to what they listen to. Yes, to even what they think! Dads, I think are more concerned with letting the kids have their freedom..,letting them be kids. Possibly, letting them be all that they, themselves weren't. Moms, want for them, a life with no regrets. Yet, I may be generalizing. But anyway you look at it, we are cut differently. Fathers, want to provide financially and physically. Mothers.....

Today I wrote a poem for my very first born. Bria. I have poems for the other three children; a funny one for all four together, one for a dear friend who passed away and even one for me. But...not one JUST for Bria. It just so happens that I began writing this blog in May of last year...after her birthday. I have been waiting for her birthday to come around so that I could sit and spend some time just thinking of her. Giving her the special time she deserves. I wrote it today....I won't be posting it until her actual birthday in a couple of weeks. I tried not to go too deep, for I wasn't prepared for the emotions that it would take. I haven't allowed myself the reprieve of going back seventeen years. To be honest, the past six are somewhat of a blur. Most of you know why. I hate that I allowed the past six years to steal from me this time. Nevertheless, here we are. I cannot gain back those moments, I cannot rewrite them. Turns out, I don't have to. It is all wr...