Turtle collection

You made it into my blog! Lots and lots of turtles.

Guidance

I wonder how easy it is to be faithful to something you cannot see, touch, smell. Wouldn't it be nice to have a hand to hold through it all?

Balance

I'm not sure how it all gets done. I'm trying to make it look effortless. But is it all just juggling and rearranging what gets put in the list? Is living on the list? I'll make a new one tomorrow....Have an adventure is number one.

If this is it

Little children laugh and play

What will you be doing all day?

I think I'll sit and sing a sad song
for life has gone on too long

Four generations deep
I wish I knew
What smells the wind carried you to sleep

Little children laugh and play
What will you be doing on your last day?

In depth

Without a word I know what's going on his is mind. He's thinking about his Dad. This mythical character that lives within the confines of his imagination. Being a solo parent isn't hard. Logistically challenging sometimes, but not hard. Except for these times when I ask him what he's thinking and he responds, "nothing." That's code for Dad. His first question this morning was whether I ever wanted to have kids. I was honest. "No, not until I had you." And for that I am all the better a person could ever want to be.

Poor Shel got it right

I read this poem by Shel Silverstein to my son last night:

Poor Angus

Oh what do you do, Poor Angus,
When hunger makes you cry?
"I fix myself an omelet, sir,
Of fluffy clouds and sky."

Oh what do you wear, Poor Angus,
When the winds blow down the hills?
"I sew myself a warm cloak, sir,
Of hope and daffodils."

Oh who do you love, Poor Angus,
When Catherine's left the moor?
"Ah, then, sir, then's the only time
I feel I'm really poor."

I was struck, literally in the heart, by what it really means to be hopeless. Not when the bills are due and the money isn't there. Not when the pressure from financial insecurity is so tight around your neck you may suffocate at any moment. No, none of that is at the core of who we are. It's the ones we love who are important. Poor Angus knows it. Shel did, too. I was reminded and gave my son and extra goodnite kiss.

My only man

So there comes that time when some solo moms start thinking about dating. then there's the actual dating, then the confusion sets in. This isn't anything like dating used to be! There are so many factors it boggles what is left of the mind that actually has room to contemplate such things.

What one son said to his mom: "But I want to be the only man in your life. If you had a boyfriend you might kiss him and hug him more than me."

Many kisses and hugs!