I’m a mother of a four-legged friend now.
I’m responsible for the well-being of someone other than myself.
I’m learning to wake up earlier than usual so we can go for walks.
I’m learning to distinguish her occasional whines and whimpers.
It’s nice having a little puppy following you around.
It’s wonderful knowing she’s mine to care for and love.
My little girl might not be a baby, but I think I know what my mom means.
When she says, it’s a great feeling being a mom.
There’s a pep in my step.
There’s a little hop in my walk.
There’s no need for slumping.
There’s no need for feeling down.
The storm has come and passed.
And it’s time for rebuilding.
There’s no denying there’s a lot of work to do.
A whole lot of mess was left behind.
But I can do it! I always have.
And there’s no stopping me today!
Being the youngest has it’s advantages, but it definitely has it’s disadvantages, too. This is something I wrote a decade ago, but fitting for National Sibling’s Day. Although my siblings gave me more headaches than I could count growing up, I wouldn’t change them for anything in the world. They’ve always been there for me through thick and thin. Continue reading
There’s a hole in my head.
There’s a hollow place in my temporal lobe.
A faulty memory, after surgery was a nuisance.
Yet, I find myself three years later a better Einstein.
There’s less brain matter in my head.
And there’s more space for my cerebrum to wiggle.
But I find myself with more intellect than some around me.
There are certain people with no hole in their heads.
Their brain matter at 100% capacity.
Yet, I find them no closer than having the intelligence of a simpleton.
Did brain surgery leave me smarter, or did it show me how to tell the dumb ones from the smart ones?