be with them now; the rest can wait.
Tag: magic mama
why taking care of yourself is not admitting defeat.
Put on your own oxygen mask first. Always.
rhythms
i am effortlessly erratic
dear pandemic parents:
for the guilt you harvest for falling to pieces.
sometimes our children are the stabilizers.
The key chain from the aquarium sat at the other end of the kitchen table. I watched the blue-dyed water and the turtle inside shake, each time he sunk into his chair and wriggled, refusing to read an assignment.
when hyper self-awareness is exhausting.
You’d think it would be some kind of magic, being so tuned in to your own conscience that you can pinpoint where a feeling comes from and why; to know where your own power lies, to be able to dig through the misty ether and say hey, don’t be so hard on yourself, you know what your trigger is.
day 321: yesterday it snowed
The light outside is almost blinding; the stillness hits differently.
vigil for nothing
awareness for the what-ifs /
awareness for the things / you could never comprehend / so you spend all of your / precious time trying to
it’s a wild ride.
Does your brain ever feel like it’s on a carousel? ‘Cause mine sure does. Every. Damn. Day. Spinning in circles, everything lost in an up-down blur. You…… Read more “it’s a wild ride.”
Beautiful, Beautiful, Boy:
I’m so sorry every day looks exactly the same. I’m so sorry for getting angry, so often. I’m frustrated. I’m lost. I’m anxious. But you are most…… Read more “Beautiful, Beautiful, Boy:”
Magic Mama 