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...a new week

posted on: August 13, 2013

Otis Redding blares from the stereo. I wipe the sleepiness out of my eyes, and prepare our silent sub-level Brooklyn apartment in my usual way. I smile as I pull the curtains up, letting in the bright sun. I fondly think of my grandmother, and how there should be plants inside of our window bars. Plants that greet me in the morning, plants that I can tend to with eagerness and love, plants that I know she would love. 

I continue pacing the house floors, feeling the cold air seep through my red painted toes. It feels good, especially with last night's humidity. The aroma of blueberry scones fill our "closet" kitchen, and slowly lingers into the bedrooms. I most certainly know that this will wake River and Peter more than the sound of my raspy morning voice. 

I greet the day with much excitement, hope, and admittedly-fear. I want so bad for it to be better than the last week. Tantrums and tears filled our days. Errands, more errands, let downs, and sadness. It simply sucked. It was just one of "those" weeks. I can attribute all that craziness to Peter's work load, my work load, growing pains for River, and a due date. Yes a due date. It's coming. 

But, here we are! Yesterday, yesterday was so good! I felt it in my soul, in the deepness of my being. It laid a glorious path that I will always remember. It was the start of a journey that I feel was made to be mine. I felt so overwhelmed with love, excitement, and fear that I cried. Feeling that a moment and path is right for you is wonderful. 

I am reminded that when those tough weeks do occur, there are always better weeks in store. Waiting for me to take them on with a smile and some Otis. Otis is oh so good to me. When River is throwing a ridiculous tantrum on the subway platform that can make a brown girl blush in shame, I am reminded in the power of good people. People who embrace me, and wipe away my shameful tears without knowing. Lending a helping hand. Or explaining their own two year old's trials, even though said two year old is absent. The power in people. 

Welcome new week, welcome happiness, welcome sun. 

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  1. with kids..
    if they are being really really good things will change and
    if they are being really really naughty things will change...
    sometimes, looking at my three
    I think our job as parents is mainly
    to just roll with it
    and love them crazily

    and from where I stand you are doing THAT like a champion!

  2. Wow. A new week, a new day, a new morning. I guess sometimes we just have to keep it in perspective. "This too shall pass", as they say. I'm drawn to your writing, your dedication to real, unlike so many others these days who are sharing only the good. We all know there's bad and ugly too. All the good makes me feel like I should never feel frustration, I should never acknowledge that my kid drives me up a wall sometimes. The next minute my heart fills with so much love that I literally feel the ache. Thanks for being real.

  3. Beautifully written as usual :) So relateable...those tantrums are a spirit killer, but we endure! We are so strong as mothers but yet we dont even know it! Love this :) bittersweet!

    Ms Dee Kay