And on the days when I feel I’ve accomplished nothing
I look at you and know that I’ve accomplished everything…
Photo Of The Day 5.1.21
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I see you, little one
With my son, I learned how to love.
But with my daughter, I am learning how to love myself.
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I see how you look at me, little one
I see you studying my smile wondering just what it is that makes my cheeks crinkle
I see you stand there, little version of me—and I want to be better
So I am learning to
Crave my curves
Serenade my scars
And long for the lines that lay across my thighs
When I see you seeing me, I want my self love to scream out, “I am worthy no matter how I look”
I see how you look at me, little one
Your eyes house a sparkle you’d never find among the stars
And I will do whatever I can, to keep them sparkling forever.
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Photo Of The Day 4.21.21
If I listen hard enough, I can hear the water ripple as laughter filled the air
Are these the moments you speak of?
Just keep swimming, she said
Kick with all your might
Fight like never before
And when depression holds my head under the water
I remember this day
I remember her voice
Just keep swimming, she said
Kick with all your might
Fight like never before
on the days i feel i failed them (moms you aren’t alone)
on days such as today i am certain that my
uncertainty is where it all went wrong
what are the ways in which i can make failure sound graceful
make it something to be proud of
how many stanzas does it require to add rhythm to this offbeat day
my pen stands still
because no matter how i dot my i’s or cross my t’s
these tears still flow from my eyes
my daughter rubs my arm
i can tell she’s confused
tears followed by bursts of anger would confuse anyone
but that’s how fast i knew i needed to slow down
that’s how quick it was to fail my kids today
to have a way with words and still unsure of how to use them
she continues to rub my arm
she comforts me for losing my cool
when she’s older i’ll tell her the story of the imperfect being
who meant well but didn’t always know the way
who worked hard but didn’t always know the limits
who loved harder than can be described but also made mistakes
until then i’ll hug her tightly
or maybe i’ll rub her arm until she falls asleep
reassuring her that my arms are still her safe space
and once she’s down for her nap i’ll call the doctor to
discuss these meds that still aren’t working
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