#LoveIsInDaBlog Day 9 – Hugs

I had grand ideas of coming up with some sort of poem for today’s prompt, but it’s getting close to the end of the day, it’s Friday, and I just don’t have it in me to think that hard.  Why does poetry seem to hurt so much during the creative process?  I’ve had very few poems that just flowed out.  I usually have to scratch and claw for every line.  So, that leaves just me, talking about hugs and life and whatever might come to mind.

Hugs are amazing, aren’t they?  There are some days that I can’t wait to get home just so I can get a hug.  There’s something so settling and peaceful about them.

It can also be the thing that sets off my emotions.  If something happens and I’m upset, I can usually keep it together, you know?  But if someone makes the mistake of hugging me, I lose it.  Like that time when Adelle came into town.  It’s become a sort of regular thing at this point, picking her up from the airport, so this must have been one of the first times she came back for a visit.  We were all at the airport and when we saw her, she came running and for whatever reason, she grabbed me first.  We hugged and cried and she just wouldn’t let go.  It was pretty fabulous.  There were a lot of unspoken words in that hug.

That’s another thing that hugs can do.  They speak.  Sometimes they say so much that actual words just aren’t needed.

I miss those days when my kiddos were small enough to fit on my lap.  I know it’s not necessarily a hug, but just holding them in my arms is something that I miss every now and then.  I let Andru get used to falling asleep on my lap when he was younger, so it was something he ended up doing pretty much every night.  Sometimes I would just stare down at his sleeping face for what seemed like hours.  I usually let him sleep in my arms like that for way too long because it got to the point that it was really difficult to get up off the couch holding him in my arms.  I probably let that go on a little too long, but it was pretty magical.

It’s sad how things like that just sort of stop happening.  There’s never really anything said; they just decide to not do it anymore.  I hope hugs won’t ever be something they get too old for.  I’m thinking I just wouldn’t let that happen, though.  We all need hugs, no matter how old we get.

 


Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “hug”.

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SoCS – Defying Age

In the past few months I’ve been contemplating age.  Not so much my age, but my children.  I don’t know how it happened, but my youngest is just finishing his last year in elementary school, my daughter is going to be 21 this year, and Jaxon will turn 16 on Monday.

I’m assuming all parents feel this way, but I ask myself all the time, “How is it possible I have a 21 year old?”  Especially when I don’t necessarily feel older.

I don’t think it helped that I had a doctor’s appointment this week where my only ailment was a sore hip.  To make matters worse, the doctor’s assistant was a younger man who looked like he couldn’t be more than 12 (I really debated calling him a man here… I probably should have said kid).  I don’t know why I felt awkward having him take my vitals and ask me questions.  He was just really odd and I still haven’t gotten past how young he looked.

I guess the only saving grace is that my hip problems are most likely running related and I’m supposed to go to physical therapy.  Young people have physical therapy too, especially active people, so that didn’t make me feel as old.

Age is a strange thing, isn’t it?  It’s so weird to think that I have memories from 30 years ago…

We were watching Blacklist the other night and (I’m sorry, this is probably going to be a spoiler, but I’ll leave names out so you won’t necessarily know who I’m speaking about?) it was revealed that two of the characters were mother and son.  The Mom looked like she couldn’t be more than 40 and the son looked like he was in his 30s.  So we spent a good ten minutes trying to figure out if the show was just being ridiculous or if it could really be possible.  Probably one of the saddest things I said was that the lines around her face could have put her at 50, but I’m not sure I believed the man was 28.

Anyway, it’s strange how age affects some people but not others.  I think it’s probably to someone’s credit that they can pass for different ages.

My daughter told me a few days ago that me and and my sister have aged really well and we still look like we’re in our thirties.  I pretty much love her to death for saying that!

I didn’t think I’d ever find myself in this position, to contemplate age.  But, I also realize that age is a form that can have preassigned meanings, but they really only apply if we let them.  There was a 71 year old guy who just made it to top four of Survivor and he rocked it!  I only hope I’m that active when I’m older.  I definitely cringe from the thought of spending days on the couch, watching TV and crocheting my days away for the simple reason that I’m just old.

I want to take my grand-kids to concerts and run a 5K and hike!  I’m going to rock the later years… you just wait and watch me!


This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Start your post with a two-letter word. End it with a two-letter word for bonus points. Have fun!  Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

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SoCS – Apparently, being a parent is hard

I don’t know why I’m stumped on this one.  Maybe it’s because I always talk about my kids and being a parent and it’s hard to just sit here and expound on thoughts and ideas I present all the time.  Or maybe I’m just making excuses.  It’s not like I don’t have ideas.  I’ve been sitting here thinking about it for a good half hour.  I think it’s more that there are too many ideas and I don’t even know where to start…

I was thinking about when Adelle was young.  She was always so independent.  I remember having battles with her as early as two or three about what she was going to wear.  How crazy is that?  Does it matter what she wears?  I can’t even remember why we argued… I think it’s because she had so many cute clothes and I liked them and wanted her to wear them, but she wanted to dress herself.  Why did I feel the need to argue with her about it?

Sometimes I believe that parents have issues with their children because they have ideas about what they should or shouldn’t be doing and rather than letting their children make decisions and learn, they try to force their own ideas on them.  I get that children need guidance along the way, but I also get that parents have a hard time letting go.

Adelle has said many times that she never got away with anything and Andru gets away with everything.  The sad reality is, I changed how I was parenting when Adelle was a little older, so she wasn’t able to reap the benefits of it at an early age.

I know some parents believe that if they let go, children will run wild, but my children are well-balanced and I haven’t had to deal with the teenage “horrors” that many parents worry about.

Children are human beings with thoughts and ideas all their own.  I believe they deserve our respect just like any other human being.  I dislike it when people condescend to me or talk down to me, but I’ve always disliked it, even when I was “a child”.  No one wants to feel like they are “less” than someone else, especially when that is based purely on age.

I love my children.  I love being a Mom.  It’s hard to find the right balance sometimes and I worry that I’m not doing it right or that I’m failing.  But it’s not like there’s a parent handbook out there… There isn’t a child handbook either.  So, maybe we should all be a little more forgiving, a little more understanding and let go just a little bit and allow our children to be human beings.

Happy Saturday everyone!

 


This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill.  Today’s prompt was “apparent/a parent.”  Use either one or both. You choose. Enjoy! Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

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English #frapalymo Day 6 – The Day After I Met You

The day after I met you
I learned the meaning of love
I held you in my arms
I’m still amazed
The pain melted away
You’re more beautiful than words
My tiny human
I’ll always keep you safe
I get lost in your noises
I can’t stop watching you
Moving and kicking in my arms
Our bond is complete
You’re finally here
The day after I met you
I learned the meaning of love


#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog Just Fooling Around with Bee.  Today’s prompt is “the day after”.

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Feel free to play along.  Here are Bee’s suggestions:

  1. read the translation of @FrauPaulchen’s prompt
  2.  write your English (German if you can/want to) poem on your blog and tag it with “English #frapalymo.”
  3. use the “English #frapalymo” picture if you want to
  4. set a link to the translated prompt here on Bee’s blog
  5. visit other links posted here and if you want to/can those posted with the hashtag #fapalymo on Twitter
  6. The Bee will post your link to the German #frapalymo and translate for you if you want to. Now go, create and have lots of fun!

English #frapalymo Day 5 – The Day Before I Met You

The day before I met you
I already knew I loved you
You grew so fast
I’m still amazed
My body expanded to hold you
How will you look?
Who will you be?
How will I ever live up?
The questions haunted me
Making me doubt
I could ever be what you need
You moved and kicked
And our bond grew
Until finally, it was time
The day before I met you
I already knew I loved you


#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog Just Fooling Around with Bee.  Today’s prompt is “the day before”.

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Feel free to play along.  Here are Bee’s suggestions:

  1. read the translation of @FrauPaulchen’s prompt
  2.  write your English (German if you can/want to) poem on your blog and tag it with “English #frapalymo.”
  3. use the “English #frapalymo” picture if you want to
  4. set a link to the translated prompt here on Bee’s blog
  5. visit other links posted here and if you want to/can those posted with the hashtag #fapalymo on Twitter
  6. The Bee will post your link to the German #frapalymo and translate for you if you want to. Now go, create and have lots of fun!

The downside to an overactive imagination

I never really thought I had a big imagination, which actually sounds weird coming from a writer.  I think we need a rather large imagination to write stories, so I obviously have one, but for some reason, I have always down-played it.  I’m not sure that will change, but I was thinking today about something that happened a while ago.

Adelle texted me some pictures of shoes, basically letting me know that she needed some.  Being the concerned Mom that I am, I ordered the ones she wanted, but I ended up ordering a second pair as well (because my baby needs shoes!).  When I went to check out, I was taken to a page to choose some lipstick, a gift for my order apparently.  I started looking at the colors and for some reason forgot that the order was shipping to Adelle.  I picked a color that I was super stoked about and even started imagining myself in front of a mirror putting it on and wearing it every day.  It wasn’t until I went to the next page that I realized everything was going to Adelle, even the lipstick.

I totally forgot about it until today.  She texted me when she got the shoes, but didn’t say anything about the lipstick so I asked her about it today.  She said it’s her favorite and she wears it every day…

Sometimes it’s depressing to realize the things you’ve imagined aren’t real.

Do you ever go to a store and have something you’ve picked out, but you talk yourself out of it because “reasons” and walk out of the store without it?  Only, you realize three hours later that you’re thinking about it and imagining yourself wearing it the next day and you kick yourself for walking away from it because, surprise! You really did want it!

Do you ever dream about something and wake up the next morning thinking it was real?  I’ve literally dreamed of putting on clothes from an amazing wardrobe trying to find something to wear only to wake up and realize nope!  That wasn’t my actual wardrobe, that was my dream wardrobe.  I’ve also shopped in stores all night long and picked out some pretty dope stuff only to wake up and realize it was all just a dream.

I do the same thing with stories.  I’ve written a few stories that created such vivid images in my head that I thought the characters were real people, or at the very least, they were characters in a movie I had watched.

Imagination is a great thing, but it has its downsides.

One-Liner Wednesday – How to eat nachos

Every time Andru eats nachos, he always has chips left over that he throws away.  He said it’s because those chips don’t have any cheese on them.  I explained that he could eat one of those chips at the same time as one with cheese on it and this was his response:

“I don’t want to eat two chips at the same time; it will clutter my mouth!”

 

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