The love of the game
is the ultimate thrill.
Whoever wins or loses
doesn’t matter.
It is the fun and the companionship
that you receive that makes them so special.
So, discovering new ones
is the ultimate fun.
Either unboxing them
or playing them.
Because sometimes you might just
discover a new favorite along the way.
When the nightmare
is more of a sad mare
because of all the horrible
negative self-talk in your head.
Weeping upon waking
is just so disappointing.
Worse, it just won’t go away.
Always embarassed.
Forever trying to be cool.
Not caring for the fashions.
Yet, styling is their tool.
Forging your own path
may be the thing to say.
Yet being the weird one
Always makes my day.
My poor, sick baby
Her cough is driving me crazy
If I could wave a magic wand
So that awful cough was gone
I would
Instead I’ll be driving to the pharmacy
When you ask a friend
to pick up a jug of milk,
how galling it feels
to be lowered
to such a humiliating level.
Yet, if that is the only source of food
you have for your children
you do whatever it takes to keep them alive.
And pray that next week
the food bank has more vegetables
instead of merely rice and pasta.
The Eat Healthy diets
only work if you can afford them.
Two letters.
Powerful.
Does not mean yes.
Does not mean maybe.
Does not mean talk over me.
Does not mean anything but no!
So if you don’t listen to these two letters
it simply means you won’t listen to anything else I say.
But there is someone I know who will.
Anxiety has many faces.
Some get panic attacks.
Others always have to be early
or exactly on time.
For many perfection is everything.
While others it is the appearance that counts.
Me, I get anxious when certain household items are about to run out.
Then I stock up on everything possible!
I choose to show up.
I am willing to be responsible.
I can be patient.
Up to a point.
Even I have days
where things overwhelm me.
Those are the days
when I need to remember
to be thankful.
Nothing is changing.
All that is happening is frustration.
Who can keep up under this pressure.
Things look down
and it looks like they will keep going.
Gold stars are hard to find some days.
Two of them even harder.
I am more aware of the communication problem
I have with my child.
They are maturing and I can see the signs.
Small wins are still gold stars.
My wish is that someday
they will move out of my house
and I can stop worrying about their decision making process.
I know as a mother
I will never stop worrying
about my children.
Yet, this one worries me the most.
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