Every night before I go to sleep I peak in the kid’s rooms. Mostly this ritual started because Gigi sleeps in a toddler bed now, and had a habit of falling asleep in her reading chair or on the floor. Of course if I was up checking on her I had to check on Zeke too. Even though Gigi seems to have grown out of falling asleep on the floor (not before I got some great pictures, don’t worry!), I still like to check on them before I climb into our bed. Sleeping babies and toddlers look so sweet and perfect, it kind of relaxes me to see them so peaceful.
Gigi’s door tends to stick when I close it, usually it doesn’t wake her up. Last night as I left Gigi’s room and made my way to Zeke’s door I heard it, the scream. She was awake. I quickly checked on Zeke then made my way back to her, hoping to calm her down in time to avoid a meltdown. Too late.
“I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more.” – Chief Joseph
Last night I checked my Facebook around 9 PM and read an update from a friend regarding looting, and another update expressing concern for the police. I immediately understood I was missing a major breaking news story and turned on CNN. All eyes were on Ferguson.
I started watching the news after the verdict announcement was made, and just before the real rioting started. I watched the crowds get tear gassed, I watched the flash bangs. I watched people running in fear. Every reporter was visibly shaken, it was impossible to be calm. Cars were on fire, buildings were on fire. I was in tears watching the scene unfold and I wasn’t even there. The violence and anger were real, and I could feel it.
I went back to Facebook and saw even more updates on Ferguson. Mostly people’s opinions on the matter. And they were angry. SO angry. People judging and cursing the protesters. Other people judging and cursing the people judging and cursing the protesters. Posting articles that proved only their opinion was right. Sharing pictures and memes attacking the ‘other’ side’s view point. The violence and anger were real, and I could feel it.
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.
― Seán O’Casey
I haven’t written a new blog in a while. Sometimes it is just hard to be inspired. The day-to-day tasks of life can make a week, or even a month go by before you know it. The truth is, day-to-day life isn’t the only thing influencing my lack of inspiration.
When I originally started this blog I was attempting to share the lessons I was learning from the crazy adventure of motherhood. Motherhood is typically brought on with the help of another person. More often than not that person is your chosen partner in life, at least in my case it is. You and your partner are (usually) in love, in a committed relationship and going through the ups and downs of life together. Which brings me to my reason for finally posting, I’m sharing a lesson I’ve learned on love.
“Love is a funny thing
Whenever I give it, it comes back to me
And it’s wonderful to be
Giving with my whole heart
As my heart receives
Well, welcome to wordpress! I changed my blog to be on wordpress for a lot of reasons. It’s prettier, and easier to use than blogger. But mostly I did it because multiple people reached out to me saying they couldn’t leave comments on my old site. Hopefully this move will fix all that 🙂
I’m working on a post about how necessary it is to feel supported in life. I hope you all know how much your support has meant to me as I share my journey. Thank you for giving me your love ♥
In the mean time, I thought I’d share a new song I’m obsessed with. It’s called ‘Love Someone’, and it is from Jason Mraz’s new album ‘YES!” I’ve be a fan of Jason Mraz for years, and I’ve loved watching him grow as an artist. He truly uses his talents to lift the world up. I hope you all love this song as much as I do. xo