Amaya decided to try to take a counting coin jar situated between two dressers and gets stuck. My little brother noticed what the little imp was up to. Hilarity ensues.
Showing posts with label The Perils Of Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Perils Of Parenting. Show all posts
Monday, December 6, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
In Her Eyes: For My Mother and My Daughter
FACT: There will always be that one song that can make you stop whatever you are doing and cry uncontrollably. For some, it might be their wedding song. Maybe "At Last" by Etta James? For others, it will be the song that reminds you of the night your first boyfriend broke up with you. (Forget a song, Jagged Little Pill was the pillow I cried on!)
Without fail, the song that makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and sob unashamedly is "In My Daughter's Eyes" by Martina McBride. I first heard the song when my mom sang it to me at my baby shower. It was beautiful and made everyone cry. My mother and I have always been close but we had a tumultuous stretch of trying times right before my daughter was conceived. (No thanks to that damn party girl!) Listening to her sing with tears in her eyes "Everything becomes a little clearer, I realize what life is all about, It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough, It's giving more when you feel like giving up" while cradling my stomach holding my unborn baby girl, no words can express how I felt at that moment. And now, while the little girl who "was sent to rescue me" runs her hand over my face and says "I love you, Mommy", the song has come full circle.
In my daughter's eyes, I see my mother. I love you both very much.
P.S. Would love to know everyone's sob song. Also, what do YOU see in your child's eyes?
Without fail, the song that makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and sob unashamedly is "In My Daughter's Eyes" by Martina McBride. I first heard the song when my mom sang it to me at my baby shower. It was beautiful and made everyone cry. My mother and I have always been close but we had a tumultuous stretch of trying times right before my daughter was conceived. (No thanks to that damn party girl!) Listening to her sing with tears in her eyes "Everything becomes a little clearer, I realize what life is all about, It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough, It's giving more when you feel like giving up" while cradling my stomach holding my unborn baby girl, no words can express how I felt at that moment. And now, while the little girl who "was sent to rescue me" runs her hand over my face and says "I love you, Mommy", the song has come full circle.
In my daughter's eyes, I see my mother. I love you both very much.
Two lovely ladies
P.S. Would love to know everyone's sob song. Also, what do YOU see in your child's eyes?
Love and Light, MARS
Saturday, November 13, 2010
"Beauty Without Expression is Boring" *
Before motherhood, I always thought that there were three simple expressions that could be made by a child. Happy, sad, or sleepy. (Oh naivete!) Amaya goes through three expressions in one minute. I am constantly amazed at how expressive one little face can be. This week, she has learned to master the scowl. Terrifying and endearing at the same time. (Terrifying because a tantrum is apt to follow aforementioned glowering and endearing because who can resist a grumpy old woman expression on such a tiny face?)
I have learned in the past years to keep a stoic expression on my face regardless of whatever circumstances may be going on around me. I have also now learned that just because you attempt to cover up the expression on your face when someone makes you mad, sad, or even happy, you still have to process your feelings eventually. (Which sometimes can result in a blow-up at an innocent by-stander!) In a world where we are taught as adults to always hide behind a cool demeanor, (DON'T EVER LET THEM SEE YOU SWEAT!), we forget how freeing it is to let every emotion show on our faces. Memo for the week: EXPRESS YOURSELF.
I have learned in the past years to keep a stoic expression on my face regardless of whatever circumstances may be going on around me. I have also now learned that just because you attempt to cover up the expression on your face when someone makes you mad, sad, or even happy, you still have to process your feelings eventually. (Which sometimes can result in a blow-up at an innocent by-stander!) In a world where we are taught as adults to always hide behind a cool demeanor, (DON'T EVER LET THEM SEE YOU SWEAT!), we forget how freeing it is to let every emotion show on our faces. Memo for the week: EXPRESS YOURSELF.
Love and Light, MARS
*Quote By Ralph Waldo Emerson
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