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Family Traditions

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I open the cupboard door and remove the flour scooping out a wee bit; making my way into the dining room, bending down sitting on my haunches, rubbing my fingers in the flour and with my right index and middle finger I lean forward marking a make-believe bunny trail on the hardwood floor.

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A second chance… it’s called tomorrow!

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As I use the intercom system, also known as, my voice to announce the arrival that bed-time is near; I stand at the bottom of the stairs and shout out…

 “Girls it’s time for bed”

 My little one employs a similar technique… yelling back,

 

 “Mom, will you snuggle with me?”

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Rear-view

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I am taking part in a blog hop called Blog-Tag You’re It, where 28 bloggers from all over the world are sharing on the topic of:

“Sometimes I Wish…”

Have you ever made a wish and then it came true?

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Breaking Silence

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Have you ever noticed that when you’ve gone through difficulties or experienced a traumatic event that at some point you  meet a person that is going through a similar painful experience?

Conversations are finding me at the park, the bookstore, my kids gymnastics class, and even on-line; discussing grief that follows loss.

Each conversation reinforces how valuable sharing openly with others about my journey from the tremendous suffering and sorrow rendering me utterly broken, paralyzed with sadness and silent for so many years to finding the courage to develop a process of emotionally duct taping the broken pieces back together.

I firmly believe sharing life experiences in hopes of helping someone who is suffering, will bring about healing; this is my story of breaking silence and finding hope…

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The Role of “Mommy” is now being played by “Mom”

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My knuckles strike gently against her bedroom door… “Who is it?” she asks… the sweetness from her voice making its way to me, warming my heart~ Read more

Change |

Change |

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I was brought up loosely Baptist, and by loosely, I mean, on occasion, my mother went to church, and when she attended, it was a Baptist Church; from time to time she hauled us kids off to Church with her, My mother granted my father a reprieve.

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Friendship

It wasn’t my first time stepping down from the podium feeling a lot humbled by sharing about wreckage from my past, the tools used to clean it up, and life in the here and now. There I stood in my nice dress and high heels, surrounded by the comforts of familiar. Taking in the smell of stale tobacco and the scented aroma of burnt coffee…I felt safe.

No longer looking like death warmed over; I felt relief and even moments that resembled peace.

I had hung around there just about every day for almost a year, looking at those walls adorned with pictures of old buildings, familiar faces and scrolls of solutions for those who seek, if walls could talk, the stories they would tell! Read more

Love Speaks; Depression Tales

Love Speaks; Depression Tales|

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When faced with conflict, which do you choose: stay and fight or flight?

Over the years, my go to survival tool has been flight, I’ve listened to fear and in anxiety ridden moments bolted like a jack rabbit. I’ve since discovered something quite huge… no matter where I go there I am with all my harms and hurts injected into the mix! Read more

Corridor

I understand the situation is over, so why does the hurt linger…

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~the passage of time~

I’ve thought of returning many times, but it is different now, a women’s pavilion stands tall where once occupied a parking lot, and the hospital long ago renovated.

I’ve wondered over the years how many steps it took to make it to the end of that corridor; the one, I trudged many times over the course of our stay.

I’m not sure why I continue thinking of it, after so many years, morbid reflection I suppose or perhaps a wasteful hope that if I think about it enough, I’ll make sense of it…

Between Sheets

Between Sheets   |by mommetime

No man is truly married until he understands every word his wife is NOT saying. — Anonymous ~Romance Stuck

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The other night, before bed, I am conversing with The Sailor, Read more