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Writer’s Workshop:Special Valentine
This Week’s Prompts
1.) A lecture you still remember.
2.) You know you’re a rookie mom when you…
3.) A poem for your special Valentine.
4.) Share a photo that captures your special Valentine(s).
5.) Read the following quote and respond: “Sometimes you have to break the rules around you to keep the rules within you” -Martha Beck O Magazine
Okay, before I show y’all this picture and have you scratching your heads, let me explain.
LeDaddy is not a giver. He’s more of a doer. Last Friday I was rear ended by a moron. He tried to swerve at the last minute and ended up smashing my quarter panel. LeDaddy said the car was now trash and I would have to learn how to drive the Mustang. I may have cried. Yesterday he came home and I saw this:
Yay for Bondo! lol
So, while there may not be any roses or diamonds in my immediate future I’m happy because the Nissan is on her way to recovery and will be repaint white with light green metallic flake (to go with my Tinkerbell theme) in no time!
Writer’s Workshop:Dear Teen, Love Mom
I am linking up again this week with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. For this week’s prompt I have chosen: A letter to your future teen.
My Darling Son,
You have grown so very fast. It seems like just yesterday I held your tiny 8.9lbs package of baby softness in my young arms and gazed into those big brown eyes for the very first time. In one heartbeat I experienced a level of love that I didn’t even know existed. The bond we developed came quick, strong and has stood the test of time.
That first year was such a scary one for us. You were sick, a lot. When you were 3 months old you had a surgery that scared the bejeezus out of me, but saved your life.
When you were a toddler I finally had to bite the bullet and get a job. I found a daycare that gave me my first job and allowed me to keep tabs on you. This was a traumatic time for us both, we had such bad separation anxiety! We sat on opposites side of a cold classroom door, crying our eyes out.
You had a few rough years of school, barely passing most years, but I knew you were smart! I studied with you every day and I’m sorry I made you redo all your school work, but by 4th grade you were pulling straight A’s and you’ve been an Honor student ever since!
To this day you are often close by my side. Always “hanging out” with me. I often joke that I must have done something wrong because I thought teenagers were supposed to be sulky, locking themselves away in their rooms and avoiding their family at all costs.
I hope this doesn’t change. I love that you welcome me into your life and share everything with me.You’ve told me your dreams and your plans to reach them, and I have vowed to help you every step of the way.
Mostly, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. I am so proud that you made it into the Honors Program. I am so proud of your priorities and how you take school so seriously. You know that as long as you do your best, I am proud of you, but you don’t use that as a crutch. You always push for more, better, higher.
And I also want to tell you, thank you. Thank you for teaching me to be a mother, for forgiving my mistakes and praising my successes.
Thank you for being you.
I love you always,
Mom
I don’t think there are words in existence that properly express the love a mother has for her children and there are an infinite number of reasons why my son is so special to me, I don’t think I could ever sum them up in a blog post, or ten.
A letter to your future teen.
Writer’s Workshop: Social Media Butterfly
Happy Thursdays, Lovelies! I feel like I’ve had a fab bloggy week (especially since IRL has been a little icky). I hope this is the start of a trend! I feel better after a I write! Before I jump into today’s post I just want to thank Big Daddy Autismfor guesting posting with us yesterday! So, it’s Thursday so that means……
Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
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So the other day Mama Kat and I were sitting around drinking wine organic green tea and discussing her fab new look. “It’s important to grow in social media otherwise you’ll get stale and then Ellen will never write you back.” She was bleary eyed and her words slurred just a little but I could hear the seriousliness of her voice. Then she turned to me and inquired “How has social media changed you, Mommylebron?” My star-struck heart did a little flip flop because she remember my name and then my fermented berry soak brain tried to pull together a Poodle worthy response.
>Hiccup<
*Ahem.*
When I started exploring social media on Myspace (shut up) I was a caterpillar (without the grossness and eating of leaves). I posted stuff (read:crap) on a semi-regular basis and uploaded eleventy billion pictures. I befriend all my family, close friends and people I knew from school whether I liked them or not.
Then I discovered Facebook. I felt more comfortable there. It was my own little cocoon where I was actually interacting with all my family, close friends, and people I knew from school whether I liked them or not.
And then?
I discovered The Twitter. Here I connected with not family. Not close friends. Not people I knew from school whether I liked them or not.
I connected with random people from all over the world who shared my interests, my passions, but not always my opinions (and that’s ok!). I have met so many amazing people on Twitter that I won’t list them here for fear of forgetting someone in all their awesomeness. After some time on Twitter, I was tempted into a new hobby. Blogging.
I’ve spent a good deal of my life feeling invisible. The wallflower. Often overlooked and forgotten. Suddenly I had somewhere to put my words, my thoughts, my self. And people notice me! They respond and connect with me! I suddenly feel less socially inept.
I feel like I’m building friendships and (dare I say it?) affecting lives. With my words. The words that have swam around my head for 31ish years. I gift them to you and you receive them graciously.
And suddenly?
Writer’s Workshop: Do Over
For this week’s Writer’s Workshop with Mama Kat I chose:
5.) If you could relive any moment in your life, what moment would you choose? Write about it.
I like to say I have no regrets, I learn from everything, blah blah blah. But when I read this prompt in this weeks list one thing jumped to mind right away.
I don’t remember how old I was the day I asked my mom if my “dad” was my biological father. I’m not even sure what prompted the questions. Perhaps my book of the moment or something I’d seen on TV, coupled with a child’s hope?
When she said no I remember feeling shocked at first, immediately followed by an incredible relief.It didn’t change what I was going through right then but it eased my mind to know that I was not related to him and that my skewed perception of a father/daughter relationship was, in fact, skewed.
If I could relive that moment, I would not feel too embarrassed to question more, to push more.
I would be relentless in my desire to meet my father. I would show my interest daily. Letting her know how badly I wanted it. She would have listened, I think. Looking back, I see my mother had a great deal of confidence in my ability to make mature and logical decisions. She followed my lead, I didn’t push.
I didn’t push because I was afraid. Afraid to hear that I was unwanted, unloved. Rejected again, as I had apparently been rejected before. I preferred to maintain the fantastical father figure I had built up in my head, the one who loved me unconditionally to the moon and back. I let my fear silence my voice.
I found out my father died a few years later, from a heart condition he had been born with. My Father who loved me unconditionally to the moon and back.
Writer’s Workshop: Dance Puppets!
So, it has come to my attention that Mama Kat is just dying to know why I love my job so much! I am, by nature, a people pleaser, so at your request:
10 REASONS WHY I LOVE MY JOB
1. Dr. Suess: I can immerse myself in fiffer-feffer-feffs and Who’s everyday with nary a wayward glance.
2. My Creative Outlet: I get to fingerpaint, play with Play Doh, do sciences experiences (read: blow stuff up), go on field trips, go all out on holiday decorating, play dress….(really I could go on and on!)
3. Legos: These cursed-get-stepped-on-n-the-middle-of-the-night objects have been banned from my house, but I can always build my robots and space ships at work!
4. Preschool Humor: Seriously, why did the chicken cross the road? Young inquiring minds want to must know!
5. Sharing myself: I know stuff. (Oh, don’t act so surprised!) And I like sharing what I know and/or learn. I love that look in there eye when they get it. And I think, “I did that.”
6. Part time: Yeah baby! I survive teach preschool from 8:30-12:00, then I have nap duty until 1:30. The rest of the day is mine! I mean, well, I pick up my kids from school then do snacks, homework, chores, cooking dinner…….Nevermind…
7. Magic Kiss Healing Powers: It was a sad day the last time I went to kiss a boo boo for my youngest child and she recoiled while rolling her eyes…But with 4 years olds I still have the magic!
8. Birthday Parties: Preschool birthday parties are the best! There’s cupcakes and ice cream and cupcakes, and if the parents aren’t too cheap awesome goody bags and cupcakes and games and did I mention cupcakes?
9. They trust me: Pft, Not the parents (wait, I mean they do but that’s not what I was talking about!). Have you ever encountered a terrified preschooler tragically trapped at the top of an unforgiving climbing apparatus? They’re scared and shaky and really want their mommies. But I talk to them and sooth them and convince to jump from 6 feet above because I really will try to catch them. And when they look at me a split second before leaping and I see the utter trust in their eyes I feel like a…
10. Rockstar: For about 4 hours a day from Monday to Friday their little worlds revolve around me. They will do say, do, or go anywhere just because “Mrs. Amanda says so.” And that power connection is wonderful! I’m a Preschool Goddess, adored by 4 year olds everywhere…
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Now it’s your turn!
Choose a prompt, post it on your blog, and come back and sign Mr. McLinky. Be sure to sign up with the actual post URL and not just your basic blog URL (click on the title of your post for that URL). For good comment karma try to comment on the three blogs above your name!!
The Prompts:
1.) In the book I’m reading,Girls of Tender Age,the main character is deeply affected by the murder of a childhood friend. Describe a tragedy you didn’t expect to be as deeply affect by as you are.
2.) Tell us about a day you were sure you wouldn’t get through.
3.) A time when you should have listened to your mother.
4.) Your pets least likable character trait.
5.) 10 Reasons why you love your job.
