Even when everything is right in the world, that face kills me. One day I will ask her to make her "piggy face" and she will roll her eyes at me. One day I will ask her for a kiss and she will tell me to stop embarrassing her. One day she won't need my help to put on her socks and shoes and she won't need my help to get dressed. One day I will look at my little baby and realize she isn't a baby anymore. I will look back one day and wonder where all the time went. Until then, however, I will have that face etched into my heart and mind and to me at least, she will always be my baby. I think I now know how my mother feels every time she gets that look in her eyes as she watches me watching my daughter. - Posted using BlogPress
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
One Day
When all seems wrong in the world, this face alone fixes just about everything.
Even when everything is right in the world, that face kills me. One day I will ask her to make her "piggy face" and she will roll her eyes at me. One day I will ask her for a kiss and she will tell me to stop embarrassing her. One day she won't need my help to put on her socks and shoes and she won't need my help to get dressed. One day I will look at my little baby and realize she isn't a baby anymore. I will look back one day and wonder where all the time went. Until then, however, I will have that face etched into my heart and mind and to me at least, she will always be my baby. I think I now know how my mother feels every time she gets that look in her eyes as she watches me watching my daughter. - Posted using BlogPress
Even when everything is right in the world, that face kills me. One day I will ask her to make her "piggy face" and she will roll her eyes at me. One day I will ask her for a kiss and she will tell me to stop embarrassing her. One day she won't need my help to put on her socks and shoes and she won't need my help to get dressed. One day I will look at my little baby and realize she isn't a baby anymore. I will look back one day and wonder where all the time went. Until then, however, I will have that face etched into my heart and mind and to me at least, she will always be my baby. I think I now know how my mother feels every time she gets that look in her eyes as she watches me watching my daughter. - Posted using BlogPress
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Little Tornado
I know one day she will stop making faces for me. So I make her do it a gazillion times a day for me while she is still willing.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Funk
I've been in one. I love being a mom. Every moment of it. Even the hard ones, but lately, I wonder what will come of me as me. It's so easy get lost in the shuffle and you don't quite belong anywhere and you obviously do - both at the same time. I don't mind putting life aside to be a mom. I really don't, but it can be a lonely place to be. I know my posts haven't been very uppity. Really I've just been trying to figure things out. Guilt and fickle-ness over part time daycare, working from home, goals of sorts, socially, personally, home life, balancing and scheduling and mostly trying to be a better mommy. Maybe letting go just a little (twice or thrice a week for 4 hours surely won't kill either of us, will it?) will be a healthy thing. I've been needing to get out of the house more often as of late to simply "be" and because it needs to be after Husband gets home and after she's asleep, they become rather late nights even if I'm only out for a few hours. Even if it isn't ideal, I still get the little bit of time-out that I find myself needing more and more and for the time being, it works. He takes the day to breathe and I take the nights even if it's only for a long drive or to a late midnighty movie and a diner meal of eggs and corned beef hash afterwards. Balance. All about balance. I have none and it's usually, truly, okay but sometimes, some days, it's not as okay as I would like it to be. Then morning comes, she's as cute as can be and all is right again in the world. It's a perpetual cycle.
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Thursday, June 9, 2011
One Lonely Career
While there is nothing I love more than this girl
Being a mother to her is by far the most difficult, trying and loneliest career I have ever held. It has also been the most rewarding and I am well aware that it doesn't get easier with time. If anything, I am probably looking at more difficult times ahead and while I still wouldn't trade any part of this - sometimes I would really like a tall glass of wine first thing in the morning to replace that cold cup of coffee I didn't get to drink and just bang my head on the wall. Repeatedly. The terrible twos. Here they come. Giddy up! - Posted using BlogPress
Being a mother to her is by far the most difficult, trying and loneliest career I have ever held. It has also been the most rewarding and I am well aware that it doesn't get easier with time. If anything, I am probably looking at more difficult times ahead and while I still wouldn't trade any part of this - sometimes I would really like a tall glass of wine first thing in the morning to replace that cold cup of coffee I didn't get to drink and just bang my head on the wall. Repeatedly. The terrible twos. Here they come. Giddy up! - Posted using BlogPress
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