love will keep you safe

Hug my kids tight, pour my love into them. Hoping that it will keep them safe in this evil world.

I’m weeping for the little girl who was stolen. Sommer was her name. She was from our neighborhood. It was so close to home that I feel violated.

Hug my kids even tighter, praying my love will be enough.

sleepy time

Breathe in, Breathe out. Like the ebb and flow of the ocean. Dreams swirling around the room. I sit in the dark rocking my little boy and holding my little girl’s hand while they sleep. Listening to the sounds of their breathing while they sleep, I realize this is my small corner of heaven.

swimming with cheerios

Cheerio located. Spoon tracking. Swirling milk in pursuit. Spoon sneaking up from underneath like a submarine. Cornered Cheerio has no where to go. Swoop, it’s caught. Traveling towards the mouth. Success!!

He’s sitting there, lips pursed just like his daddy’s, they way they do when they concentrate really hard. I stop myself before I say “Hurry up” for the 86th time.  Nothing else matters to him but working the spoon around the pool of milk with a handful of swimming O’s, catching them all one at a time. I watch him for a few moments, sensing that this is an important experience for him, I remain quiet.

When all the Cheerios have been captured and disposed of, he declares “I’m done.” As I wipe off his face and hands, the smile on his face tells me how proud he is of himself.  I smile back and say “Well done, my little Cheerio monster.”

bad guy soup

Ingredients:

  • 1 or more Bad Guys
  • Hearts, livers and lungs
  • Grits
  • Tomatoes
  • Wheelbarrows and watering cans
  • Deer antlers
  • Sugar and salt
  • Flowers and leaves
  • Milk

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 1 hundred, 1 million degrees.
  2. Put all in big, huge bowl.
  3. Get a big long stick and stir.
  4. Put in oven and cook for one minute.
  5. Take out and put in cooler.
  6. When ready to eat, pour into bowl and enjoy!

meeting the new teacher

We walk in for the orientation, excited to meet the new teacher. I glance around the room and like what I see, lots of books and colorful pictures on the wall and cute, little activity centers.

In my peripheral vision, I see the teacher approaching and turn to greet him. He saunters over, looking just like a he just stepped out of a 1970’s porn. I see my reflection in his Erik Estrada sunglasses (why is he wearing them inside?) as he pulls up his too tight pants and adjusts himself.

I gulp.

Wanting to do nothing more than disappear from this room and protect my child, I introduce myself instead. My husband and I have agreed on this public school thing so I can’t back out now. He stops, looks down toward my daughter and asks her her name. She buries her face into me as my arm is protectively around her shoulders.

He says, while his hand is over-adjusting his crotch “They’re always shy at first, but don’t worry, I’m sure we’re gonna have a great time this year, if you know what I mean (wink, wink).”

OMG, OMG, OMG, I scream and run.

Then…..I wake up.