Raising two teenagers isn't really difficult. They cook, clean, bathe and complain. I believe the sign on their doors should read " I stay locked in my room because there are strangers in my house." That pretty much sums it up. Our oldest is angry, bitter at times, judgmental, smart and completely hilarious. Our youngest is unable to pry himself away from his PS3 to realize civilization still exist outside and away from the couch. My husband and I both work full time away from the home, our home time consists of dinner, TV and then bed. (really totally exciting) We try an make the best of our time as a family, dinner together at least four times a week and the usual complaining and yelling down the hall and up/down stairs (this systems is best as opposed to a speaker system) or the occasional text! We have two K9 Americans yes "dogs" but they think they're human. We adopted them almost six years ago and they totally get me, I think they can read minds? I have a mediocre life, at least I think I do. I get the opportunity to speak with someone interesting everyday. By interesting, I mean absolutely NUTS! Of course arguing that point with them would in turn send me down WHACK JOB AVE. And with open arms plenty of people would probably be waiting, scary thought is........ most of them have met me before.
Sometimes I try to breakaway from the computers, cell phones and TV and pretend that I'm a "reader" really I do try. I just picked up this book "The Sixth Key" so far pretty good, it gets a thumbs up. But while reading I notice the remote tends to creep into my hand and instantly turn to the Food Network! Really all this is gonna do is make me hungry and yearn for that scrumptious treat on TV that I can't make. Upon this I will feel frustrated and ease my pain with a sugary,chocolaty, savory something.
Well beautiful people I wish you a most wonderful day/evening, blessed with harmonious dreams. Make a wish tonight, wake up and figure how to make it come true.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
For those of you who have endured the struggle to forgive, the struggle to move on. You're not alone, I am a mother, a survivor and once a victim. My daughter like her mother has had to reach beyond the nightmare and survive herself. We are not the minority we used to be, maybe in today's present society it's spoken of more or reported more than before.
How do we cope with the day to day trauma that we will live through, see on TV or witness in plain sight. Everyone of us has a story or nightmare that somehow does not translate into words we can share. Sometimes the blank stare is all we might give, the shivers in the middle of the night, the cold sweats we wake up with. These are things we might not be able to share with others but they are our feeling regardless.
To those that may read this, hold tight to what is yours for it belongs to no other. Hold tight to your heart because it knows no limit, it has no boundaries for what it may encounter. Sometimes the only thing we have left is just us and us will have to be enough.