I was reminiscing and found a couple of posts that I just had to post a second time.
I have not been feeling as creative these days, but it is still in there! Enjoy a few oldies!
Dec. 21st, 2007
I used to always be a chronic night owl, now I am a fall asleep standing up kinda gal. Today I found myself wiping furiously at the apparent mascara rings under my eyes. Being frustratingly unsuccessful I realized that I had not worn mascara and those were indeed the dark non-sleeping circles that I have earned as a mother. These bruise colored crescents, that no amount of makeup can 'freshen up', scream "Tired Mom Here!". Although, they are not out of place on this tousled uncut hair, unbrushed teeth, unwashed clothes of a person that I am. They only add to the ensemble that declares my latest station in life. Once discovered though I only admire them with a perverse since of accomplishment. Like my stretchmarks, and my stretching breasts, I have earned these. My progress as a woman can be traced across my body like counting the rings of a tree. My still protruding belly indicating the rude way in which my son was taken from my being. My uneven breasts a symbol of my dedication to the nutrition of my offspring. These are my battle scars, my road map, my mark of motherhood of which I am proud to declare. In all its beauty this is me now.
Katelin reminded me of this one- I had completely forgotten, which is one reason why I have a blog......to remember!
October 12, 2007
have you made permanent residence on the drain?
Nestled near the metal hair trap
it works hard to grasp every stray strand that could pass,
A veritable fortress collecting stray objects, resting near your yellow squeak,
How is it that you are now a daily friend of my shower?
How odd to consider that you are not a stranger to my day,
you are the comfort that smiles at me from the sudsy water remains of my wash,
The instant reminder of my station in life,
with fondness I gently set you upright to float on the small puddle of water,
I guess the drain can not prevent you from having your lake,
As I could never remove you, my fond friend, from the company of my feet.
Little yellow rubber ducky on the bathtub drain.