And just for thought...
There are days when I become too attached to the routines, the must dos, the deadlines
And forget to see the moment in front of me.
That must be cleaned and this must be folded
but what happens really if I just stop for a moment?
A mother's plight, a wife's duty but beyond these titles I must never forget I exist, too.
The love for them pushes me on and I regret not the choice to always put them first
but beyond them I exist.
There are days I don't nurture the creativity inside because my practical nature makes more sense.
I sit and watch her grow, knowing off she'll go.
I lay and watch him sleep, comforted that he will always be here, getting lost in them both.
Dreams are what they are.
Dreams that came true but beyond them I am becoming a real boy, too,
because beyond them I finally exist.
So I write these words and I love them deeply
And I realize these dreams beyond them
are just as much for them as they are for me,
this family, my family exist beyond me.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.