Sometimes when I write in my blog I think one of my children will read this in the future. I wonder if they’ll see me differently than as they see me without the blog entries. I remember not really knowing my own mother before she died and doing research later on and hearing about her life and thinking that I had no idea who she was at all. My mom didn’t tell me too many stories. My dad tried to fill in the blanks for me. My own children dismiss my stories sometimes like they heard it before or it isn’t like that anymore. But, I know the truth that the human spirit and connection between people haven’t changed all that much. It reads the same, but who am I at this stage of the game. I’m just the mom.
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Teenage Girls
I have teenage daughters.
I used to be a teenager. I never think of that time as easy or forgettable. I remember. The struggles and emotional world wind that time was to me is brought back to the surface time and again listening to my daughter’s stories. But, I also know with surety that the time we spend in this hormonal hell hole is short. In the big picture it is clear but I understand when you’re in it that it feels like forever. Continue reading
Sonnet
Dear child, hear my wise voice so loud and clear
Don’t fret teenagers of the trials of school
Be true! Let no one try to create new fear
Rise above and know who you are. Be cool
If it is freedom you want then grab hold
The web of lies and labels you must fight
Where? You ask. It is within your soul, be bold
There is a fire there, so pure in light
In troubling times, darkness falls on you
But, your soul will shine even brighter then
Many will attempt to make you be blue
Trust the universe, you can’t comprehend
One day you’ll graduate, you will feel free
Spread your wings dear one. It’s safe. Believe me.
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