She’s my sweet girl.
I have the honor and
privilege of being her mother
and I couldn’t ask for
any other role in my life;
none could compare.
She has an outlook on
life that is contagious,
and it makes you look at
your own life through
She has a heart as
big as the great outdoors,
and a sensitivity that
endears me to her.
Her smile is warm,
her eyes are bright.
She is my joy, my sunshine
and my life.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
She’s my sweet girl.
It’s Spring. I find my mind wandering back to some key places in an old city where we used to live. We only spent 5 1/2 years there, but there are many memories for me, and the Spring sunshine brings them to the forefront of my mind.
Walking to my favorite coffee shop. Up the lane and across the street and sitting at a table by the window with my book or my journal. I used to sit there for hours at a time refilling my coffee for 90 cents. Spring makes me miss that place.
The Co-Op Community Market. I loved being able to walk there from my apartment. I found myself enamored by the fact that I could actually get to so many places in my little neighborhood by walking, not driving. It was a small dose of NYC life. How I yearned to move from the quaint little neighborhood and into the big City. Never did I imagine that one day the first day of Spring would stir emotion like it is right now.
Taking a walk with my husband to another coffee shop up the road to sit on a bench and talk about life and plans and what we were going to do. It makes me miss being back there.
Running the path through the woods that led by the river. Gorgeous. That was one of my favorite things about Spring that made me feel alive. Running for the first time in months because the snow and ice had finally melted.
At this moment I yearn to be back in that Midwest town. I miss it. I miss the simple way of life back then.
My sweet girl turned 2 on Monday. I’m torn. The terrible two’s are driving me crazy already, but then she’s really fantastic all at the same time.
I’m writing this at 7:06am after getting up with her before 6:00 because she was being fussy and screamed in my face because she didn’t get her way. I hate the terrible 2’s and her not knowing how to communicate her frustration.
That’s the part of 2 that I hate. I hate being screamed at, I hate being hit in the face. And I know we just need to teach her not to do that, but in the meantime, I hate it.
And then on the other side of it, so many people say to me, “Oh, I love 2!” “Oh, I miss 2.” While she’s amazing and I’m fascinated by her, what is there about 2 to love? Some seasoned mom may read this and say, “Oh, you’ll see.” I’m sure you’re right, but right now, I’m annoyed.
My good friend Theresa said that you have to win the battles when they’re this young. These battles are insane, but she must be right because all 3 of her boys have turned out to be incredible people (shout out to you Theresa if you’re reading this).
I love my girl. I love her tons. She is amazing. She is cute. She does melt my heart. My eye is just doing the proverbial twitch right now from being up early and dealing with a 2 year old. Good grief.
Can chicken noodle soup from an envelope really be considered comfort food? I have to say “yes” to that question.
Today I woke up with this ridiculous cold that started out yesterday as a simple scratchy throat. My choice of beverage is Bigelow Green Tea and choice of lunch food is a simple envelope of salty dehydrated noodles and chicken from Lipton. Just add water and you’re good to go. So simple, but so delightful all at the same time. I have to admit that it cures this ugh feeling that I have from this cold.
Does anyone agree?