Archive - March 2011

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Paparazzi
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The Motherload
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The Kind Of Mom I’d Like To Be
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Their Story
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In Memory

Paparazzi

I love capturing silly, spontaneous moments on film or better yet, video.  Kids love nothing more than to watch themselves in action. Ok, not gonna lie, I enjoy watching myself too. Clearly my family’s a bunch of narcissistic hambones. While I was at the hairdresser getting my skunk streak restored to its youthful state, I flipped through my phone and stumbled upon these two videos. Apparently “somebody” was getting his paparazzi on while mama wasn’t looking.   Avery idolizes her big brother (don’t let her angry tirade in the first video fool you). She follows him everywhere and repeats everything he says and does. I wish I’d captured a video of him telling his little sister “don’t be a drag, just be a queen…” or getting her to repeat, with feeling, “I like big butts and I can not lie…”   Speaking of big butts, I also found THIS photographic gem on my phone. My child has taken this paparazzi gig to a new low. I mean really, sneaking a pic of his mother in such a compromising/unflattering position?! He’s reached rock “bottom.” LMAO!

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The Motherload

Originally this post was entitled, “My Mother Myself” until I discovered that’s the title of a book of feminine erotica. This post is about my mom so….ew. This post is about my mom and how lucky I am to be hers. Everybody loves their mom. With the exception of perhaps Lizzie Borden. The mother and child bond is nature’s way of keeping children close lest they get eaten by a lion. It also ensures parents have someone to care for them in their decrepit years. Humans may instinctively love their moms, but they don’t necessarily LIKE them. I love and like my mom. Even if we weren’t related, we’d hang. My mom is my biggest fan and most trusted confidante. She thinks everything I do is wonderful and she makes me feel like I can do anything. When they dealt out mums, I got an ace…who also happens to be… a complete card. My mom and I shop in the same clothing stores and listen to the same music. She’s cooler than I am. She knew about Cold Play and the Blackeyed Peas before I did. My mom can dish it out, but takes it and then some. My brother[…]

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The Kind Of Mom I’d Like To Be

  It’s March Break and my kids are ready for adventure, childlike wonder and some degree of glee. Apparently I’m in charge of providing this. Currently “Curious George” is keeping my curious children entertained while I write. This means I have approximately 22 minutes before they turn their eyes expectantly to me and ask, “What are we doing today mummy?”     We’re going grocery shopping!! That’s fun. No? But we’ll be picking up baking supplies, not to mention our quest to find a gigantic fort making cardboard box. That ups the entertainment value right? Do I want to bake or build a fort? Not exactly. What I’d LIKE to do is sit on my butt, drink coffee and watch funny Youtube videos. So why the baking and the fort making? Because I want my kids to look back at our time together fondly. I want them to know they were my priority and that I enjoyed being with them.   I remember how I treasured the time spent with my two mothers.  Not two mothers, like the mommies on “The L-Word.” I mean, I have two women in my life who love me and raised me in different ways.  […]

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Their Story

This is not my story. It belongs to Heather and her family and I wish with all my heart it had a happy ending. This is not my story. But I feel inextricably connected and deeply affected. This is not my story, but I can’t help turning my thoughts to my own special daughter who has medical challenges and faces uncertainties of her own. I wish I could do or say something to ease Heather and her family’s suffering. But, there’s nothing anyone can say or do. The fact is, what they are going through is every parent’s worst nightmare. This is not my story, but Heather, Zackie’s amazing mommy somehow found the strength and courage to share a part of their story.  May their family find peace.

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In Memory

For Zack. Fly, fly little wing Fly beyond imagining The softest cloud, the whitest dove Upon the wind of heaven’s love Past the planets and the stars Leave this lonely world of ours Escape the sorrow and the pain And fly again Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful for this Cross over to the other shore There is peace forevermore But hold this mem’ry bittersweet Until we meet Fly, fly do not fear Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear Your heart is pure, your soul is free Be on your way, don’t wait for me Above the universe you’ll climb On beyond the hands of time The moon will rise, the sun will set But I won’t forget Fly, fly little wing Fly where only angels sing Fly away, the time is right Go now, find the light The Hamilton’s Story

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