The building blocks to a life well lived usually start from there. To nurture those in our family is to give them our unconditional love and support. What is missing from my life is a cheerleader, somebody to help me up when I fall down. Without a husband who cares and loves me I am just a middle aged lady growing cold.
For those of us who have walked the line we know the vows that are exchanged. Sickness and health, richer or for poor, the bare basics of a loving relationship laid out for all to witness and adore.
Yes we would all love to hold the hand of those that created us. The ones that first looked down upon us before we took our first breath. With the billions of people that are inhabiting the Earth though we have come to learn how to recreate that love. Yes it will always be a tiny bit different. But what I love about the love that is born upon us is the one that we get to create through commitment and determination. That your family that you are creating is worth living for. Only you can work towards ending the toxicity that threatens to poison us all.
I knew it would take time to adjust to each others habits and likes. Some days though there just seems to be a genuine lack of appreciation for all that I do. Those days make me drag my feet a lil longer. I still get it done because it boils down to a sense of pride for me and a sanitary environment for my son.
I am not one to start my morning by poking a sleeping bear but that is what had to be done. Imagine as well that the same bear just got home at about 12:30 am (son as well for that matter) and now here I am the bearer (lol) of bad news that it was time to get up. My son awoke as well but after some cuddles and a nappie change he managed to fall back to sleep in my lap. For those of you moms out there you know that feeling of just unimaginable peace as the piece of your heart that beats out of your chest is finally content and sleeping peacefully…
At least while we are still breathing we can change that directional course. We can dare to be different, to be unique. To dare to walk down a path less trodden. To be beautifully unique in your own simplicity. To just be free to be.
So even if my storey only reaches just one. That is the one that matters most. Because you are the one that needed to read this most.
You don’t have to be a specific sex to follow the rules implied by Steve Harvey.
I never thought that one day I would be that crazy old blue haired lady but what do you know here I am living that dream lol
***as always my diary entries are prose. Just another way for me to communicate my thoughts artistically to try and leave an imprint on the World.*** I stare at him sleeping than back at my phone. I can hear the murmur of the news just more headlines how humanity is rapidly failing us which makes…