being a mom

I sucked in many ways as a mom.  I know because my daughters have pointed it out on occasion (proving karma is a b****) There are brutishly honest like their momma. I have carried this guilt for many years and it has dug away at my very soul.  Recently, I lost a friend of mine.  She had a beautiful spirit and died of a horrible disease that destroyed her brain.

My eldest daughter who lives two hours away called me.  She was at a loss for words and just kept repeating I am sorry and I love you.

My youngest attended the funeral with me. She held my hand as I walked up to the casket and said my good-byes.

 

Maybe I didn’t suck so badly after all.

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HOW TO BEAT THE SNOW PLOW.

CHANCE OF SNOW ~ 1-3 inches….HA!

It was more like 6-8!  My honey woke up late and was in a frantic panic. Big meeting this morning. So, I bundled up, grabbed a hold of the shovel and went to work shoveling the driveway.

AND WHAT TO MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR??? THE SNOW PLOW TRUCK!

You probably all know how it goes.  You shovel the driveway and then you get plowed in again behind some massive mound of snow bolders.  Ugh!

So today…I WAS THE SNOW PLOW!  I shoveled from the corner of the street and well past my mail box which is a mere 25 feet or so and about 4 feet out into the street .

(My driveway curves around … one opening on one street and the other side comes out on the perpendicular street).  I live on the corner so they get to plow me in twice.

Then I raced to the other end and shoveled from the that side of the driveway to the end of my property which was only about 15 feet but I had to do half way out into the street.  God was with me as the snow was light and fluffy.  I was a two hour snow shoveling machine!

I BEAT THE SNOW PLOW AT ITS GAME…WOO HOO!

SCORE!   ME:  ONE ~ SNOWPLOW: ZERO

My honey’s meeting got canceled: PRICELESS   =)

Tearing at the Fabric of Racism, Guest Post #5: Karuna Poole

Gotta read this! Touched my heart in the deepest places. What an amazing life! =)

The Seeker's Dungeon

Tearing at the Fabric of Racism

by Karuna Poole

Sreejit began his poem, A Couple of Brats, with the line “A political statement until they had us,” referring to the births of his sister and himself, kids with a white mother and a black father.  While I knew that line was true, at least to some degree, his poem still gave me plenty to reflect on.  Recently, I have been thinking of the events that occurred throughout my life that led me to make that particular “political statement.”

The earliest memory I have of experiencing racism was when I visited Florida during my early grade school years.  I grew up moving place to place in an Army family, but my mother’s home was in West Palm Beach, Florida.  When we visited there one year, probably about 1955, we had occasion to get on a city bus.  As a kid, it…

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The Thief

When death knocked at her door it wasn’t polite.

It didn’t wait for her to open the door and welcome it in.

It broke open the locks, ran up the stairs and took her.

There will be no justice for this thief, only for her.

God’s beautiful angel…so precious in his sight.