I just so happened to be the camel, and if my throbbing head were an indication of the pain I was in, my back had been broken.
I bit my tongue so hard that I could taste the blood seeping into a puddle that formed in the side of my cheek. It took every once of control in me to not react. Not change my facial expressions. My tone. Not to show my utter disappointment. Sadness. Fear. Shock. Betrayal.
Yesterday around supper time, as we were clamoring to our dinner seats and bribing our children to eat their vegetables, a family on the other side of town was frantically searching for their four year old son….
Last night, in honor of her last truly celebratory birthday, we took the oldest two of her three children so that she could celebrate the way “normal” 21 year olds celebrate….
I believe that dreams are simply our way of processing the events of the day. No more. No less. For example, I have had very vivid dreams of passionate sex with people other than my husband, dreams of…
“NO PEANUT ZONE” They screamed at me loudly as I walked by. I get drug free school zones, but peanut free… come on people!!! Is all this really necessary???
If only I could have seen this moment ten years ago, maybe I wouldn’t have messed up so much….
That is a choice that no one should have the right to make for another person. Not you. Not me. Not then. Not now. Not ever.
Apparently, somewhere between learning shapes and singing our ABC’s, I had forgotten to teach my child the important stuff. Like, how to make coffee. I was on my own….
She learned that my son had a Facebook page. The next day her children were enrolled in another class.
Apparently, my son’s lifestyle was contagious…. Who knew?!
Do I let him play too many video games? Is he too young for Facebook? Does he watch too much tv? A new addition to the mass of insecurities about raising my children now tormented my mind.