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i promised myself to write more often, daily if possible
i promised myself i’d eat better, 3 times a day
i promised myself i’d move more, 2 times a day
i promised myself i’d try to be kind to me, 24 times a day
i promised myself to listen more to the good, motivating voices than the bad, bullying voices
i think i’m doing good so far
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I like Fall, really I do. The pretty leaves, the cool air.
I hate Fall too. It’s like the last mile before I hang. Awaiting hibernation. A kind of death of sorts.
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Time cannot dissolve the pain
The scars stay fixed and fibrous
Remodeled bone creaks again
Fear hangs in the air, forever timeless
Nothing can heal those wounds
You’re broken, no longer whole
Evermore changing, reckless moods
An empty receptacle of a beaten soul
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There is no greater love, no greater purpose than being a parent. Whether you actually conceive and give birth to a child, adopt, or otherwise find yourself being a parent, there is nothing more challenging or rewarding.
I miss when my babes were small enough to hold in my arms. When giving them a bath, smelling their hair, tickling their toes, and blowing raspberries on their tummies was a daily occurrence.
But when I see my daughter as the young woman who gives joy, helps people, and spreads kindness, I cannot stop myself from feeling proud. I helped make her the way she is.
Yes, my mother taught me well. People around me gave me clues. I read books and watched other parents. I made decisions based on all of this to mold my young lady into someone who can be a change agent. She has faced difficulties. She works hard. She nurtures relationships.
My darling, as you face the next big steps in your life like learning to drive and choosing a college/career, know that you will always be loved. You are my rock and my pillow. You are my guide and my follower. You are my child and my parent. YOU are my WORLD!