Saturday, July 18, 2009

Finding myself in my parenting?



What a good encouragement that is! I have a very thought provoking sister, who always reminds me to focus on what is my responsibility and I do thank God for her and my other sisters also. Because she is older than me in parenting, her words always stick like daggers, in a good way in my soul and make me press past where I think I am. She said that parenting and mothering can make you feel multipersonality. I thought I was the only one that felt that way. One day it is Ethey's birthday and I am 10 years old and holding him and the next day we are celebrating the graduation of somebody or somebody's first crush or tenth crush(whatever the case may be). Where am I? That is such a helpful thought. Trying to parent is being who I am in the picture here. I am helping the family to focus on the task at hand, celebrating or correcting a problem, etc.;without losing me. I think writing helps me to do this somewhat.


This is a little essay called: Childbirth the Most Violent Contact Sport
From February 2008
Marriage and relating seems to be about signing up to watch the sunrises and sunsets of our lives together. We bring little people into the world and those are brilliant sunrises that we watch together. We help eachother grieve our losses as we see the older people pass from among us. Sunsets...
Family is a contact sport, that is for sure. Some of us, who are there for the sunrises and sunsets with oneanother are bruised and battered, but we go on.
I think that childbirth is the most violent contact sport there is. All of the other contact sports hit you from the outside, but childbirth is internal contact.
Nine months long, I endured the batterings of that little bugger. I have interior bruises that still hurt that I have named for each of those little stinkers, some of which are big stinkers, now. Then comes the delivery and we women get revenge for all of the knocking around that that little guy has inflicted. Imagine, the crushing pressure on the inside to that little fellow or gal. This is truly a humiliating experience. The little person is probably saying, I didn't hit her that hard, why is she squishing me? All of a sudden, all of the squishing and popping is over and we see eachother face to face. We hug and a life-love story begins again. This child came out of your body, but they are in your soul forever
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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.