Pro-Choice: a Right, a Necessity
Work-at-home Mom and Living: is it possible?
This is supposed to be my year of ACTION. A new year in which I accomplish my goals. I just have not been able to set them yet.
I am having such a hard time figuring out what to do with this blog. I named it “Mom on the Rise” because of the Maya Angelou poem “Still I Rise.” My mom thought that having a child (even after married and in my late 20s) was the end of my life. But I always felt that it was the beginning of a new one. I am a Mom, and still I rise. I completed my Master’s Degree and started a business.
But then I got tired.
I thought about letting it go and then about writing in more of a focused niche. And yet, neither has has sat well with me. I love this blog. The design. Some of the posts that I have written in the past. I’m not sure what the heck is keeping me from writing. Maybe it’s because I have WAY too many blogs. Or maybe it’s the web designing, consulting and running We of Hue….
Obviously, I tend to spread myself too thin. I have a problem saying “no” to people and focusing on what I want to do. In some ways, I think that I prevent myself from focusing because I don’t want to commit 100% and then fail. Or maybe it’s because I keep trying to live out the definition of “mom blogger” as set by others. Truthfully, I have been making decisions based on what I SHOULD be doing (as dictated by others) as opposed to what I want to do for a long time. It’s the result of coming from a very overbearing mom who really did not… Continue reading
Growing So Fast
Dear BabyGirl,
You lost your first tooth today on July 4, 2010 and upon realizing that you did, I burst into tears. They were not tears of joy as I told you in the hopes of stopping your tears of fear. In fact, while I hugged you and told you that everything would be OK, what I was thinking was that things would never be the same. And my heart aches.
Th loss of the first tooth will be followed by so many other firsts that I don’t want to think about. Each first takes you closer to adulthood and further away from the baby I see when I look at you.
I don’t mind you growing up, despite how it may seem. It’s just that you have grown so much in the last week. You can write all the letters of the alphabet. You can reach things off of Daddy’s dresser with very little strain. You want to pick out all of your own clothes. And now your tooth…
And you are only four. I love you! Please stop growing so fast. I’m not ready.