A SAFE SPACE TO SAY: SOME DAYS ARE SHITTY
It takes a village to raise a child. But some days it’s just me. In fact most days it’s just me. In the beginning this was tough – hands down the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do – and I have a couple of degrees under my belt for Pete’s sake. Why was it so damn hard being home alone with my child those first few months? There were mornings I would literally sob the moment my husband left for work.
FINDING MY WAY TO BETTER DAYS
At first, they were nowhere to be found. What I did find, though, were sore and cracked nipples, breasts devoid of milk, an unsettled newborn, and midwives each with opinions so vastly different that my rational thinking flew out the window and I became more confused than I’d ever been in my entire life. Oh and tears. I found many tears.
FIGHTING FOR FORGIVENESS
Failed relationships, broken friendships, harsh words spoken in haste to loved ones, and fights with my husband. Specifics are gone – washed away with the best cleanser of all – time. Which is the way I like it. When I look back on my life, I don’t want to remember ridiculous arguments – I want to remember love, warmth and kindness. So I forgive.
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH?
“All you need is love, love . . . Love is all you need…”
So sang the world’s most well-known revolutionary artist back in 1967. A man who wanted world peace, a man who wanted change. And what better way to create change than with love? If everyone just loved one another everything would be okay, right? Love would solve world hunger and end wars. There’d be no racism, mass murders, heartbreak. . .
SOMETIMES, IT'S WHAT WE DON'T SAY
“NO!” shouted the little boy. He stomped his right foot and crossed his arms firmly across his chest. Then, without warning, he let out a high-pitched screech and sprinted off towards the confectionery aisle. He ducked his head in for a mere second before running to the next aisle, then the next, and the next, letting out deafening screams with almost every step. The whole front of the store, and entire fruit and vegetable section were privy to his spectacular display of defiance and rebellion.