I don’t really know what else to say…. maybe I am the one that is mad…
Tolman: Hello!
me: Hi Tolman!!!!
Tolman: I have to tell you something… I just can’t keep it inside any longer!
me: Really? What could it be?
Tolman: I Love you… Not like in love with you… Just Love you… And
me: There is more?
Tolman: Yes, I worship the ground you walk on and want to be just like you when I grow up
me: You’re older than me
Tolman: Well, it was a figure of speech
me: You are aware you left yourself logged into my google chrome aren’t you?
Tolman: You don’t say
me: Oh but I do… and then I can open another chat window in IE
Tolman: Why would anyone do that?
me: I’m tired of talking to myself…
Tolman: Is’nt that an invasion of privacy?
me: Yes… yes it is… But im glad you told me how you feel
Tolman: Oh really?
me: The feeling is mutual
Tolman: You need sleep
me: I need sleep… This should have been much more creative and entertaining than it is
Tolman: You made me confess my love for you
me: Yes, But I could have had you confess you used to be a man… think of the possibilities
Tolman: <shiver>

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Dear Small Child,
Thirteen Years ago… I was terrified that I didn’t have the ability to be enough … To be the mommy you deserved.
I was so very wrong… In your first minutes of life you taught me what love meant… and how a heart is built… You see before you came on the scene I was just kind of drifting through life plans… through life in general…. You are my glue… You grounded me.
Everyone who met you shared love for you, Even your Dad was nervous that we wouldn’t quite be enough… but we loved you with our whole hearts from the moment you first appeared…. You taught a lot of people about love…. You were powerful in your first few minutes.
Today you are thirteen… you are powerful still… You’re my baby and there will be no more babies from this womb after you.
I love your brain…. I love when you take complex situations and narrow them down to their essence… I love being able to share this life with you and have you understand it with minimal explanation… I love watching you solve problems… I’ve never told you that you’re smarter than other people…. I think you probably know that… But you will never be arrogant.
One of your best assets is your laughter… it is contagious. When you laugh I feel like I might burst, it’s like the sun shines ten times hotter and the pure happiness is bouncing off of us all. I can’t imagine any joy greater than being your mom.
Every time you say “please”, “thank you” and “bless you” my heart soars…. The world will treat you kindly when you have good manners…. I know it’s not easy holding doors open, but you’re a boy, and soon you’ll be a man and it’s important to me that you are a gentleman.
Sometimes you ask me questions I can’t answer and we find the answers together… Your curiosity coupled with your empathy is what will change the world. I hope You always remember… that it’s more important to be good than it is to be best… when your schoolwork is a struggle.
By this age you have learned that a heart is built to grow…. that life is full of surprises… that things not going as planned doesn’t make the plan obsolete… You have taught me that… and I am thankful…
Happy Birthday Angel Boy
Love,
Mom
Happy Birthday Smallest Child….
The first time we ever met, you were two … Even though your dad and I weren’t even dating then, I knew, deep down, that I was going to be part of your life…. The thought scared me a little but excited me more.. I feel so lucky that you like me… I think you even love me…
Now you are six and you are growing up so fast!
Sometimes I wish time would freeze and you would always be small, because I treasure this time with you…. I love it when we’re in the car and you talk to me about things that are important to you…. I know you don’t really talk to just anyone about stuff that’s hard on you… and I’m so glad you trust me and want to share…. I hope you will always talk to me about things that matter to you.
I Love Thursdays… When you come home… I missed you too … I always do on the days we don’t see you… Sometimes it’s really hard not to see you every day!
I cherish your small hand in mine, and when you climb in my lap… When we are doing fun things together I try to memorize everything so that I can hold on to the memories when you are grown… I hope I never forget how small and cute and wonderful you are! Sometimes you just crack me up… It also makes me laugh that you seem to have a strange and incessant desire to push buttons…You can be so silly sometimes, and I love to hear your giggle…. I adore the way you laugh, it makes me laugh in return every time.
I know things will probably not always be as easy as they are now, and maybe our relationship won’t always be so positive…. I have a feeling your teenage years are going to be rough on all of us…. But I hold onto the hope that you and I are laying an early foundation of love, trust, and respect that will last…. I cherish you more than I ever thought possible…. I hope you always know that.
So I will continue to help from the sidelines… I will continue to help in any way I can… I will continue to love you
Happy Birthday Pretty Facey
This isn’t a real post… I like to think of it as more like a Public Service Announcement…. <Cue announcer voice> “We Will be interrupting the normal Friday nonsense for these…
Residents in Las Vegas warned again Chimpanzees on the loose…. Best headline ever… I guess what happens in Vegas rule doesn’t apply to Primates
Scientists rendered images of Dinosaurs having sex… really… apparently they have been working on this theory for decades…. WOW … well…. Just
look for yourself…. THANK YOU DAILY MAIL!
I couldn’t make this shit up…Well…. real life wins…..
and I win the interwebs!!!
P.s. If you are new here… its not always nonsense… I’ve been writing some pieces that are going up this next week that I am very Proud of… Stay Tuned.
I Am
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
I wonder how many ripples every action I make causes
I hear waves crashing even as I sleep landlocked
I see energy as colors that vibrate around people
I want to worry less and enjoy more
I am Gentle and yet so capable of being harsh
I pretend to understand why we live this life the way we do
I feel like we make this so much harder than it is
I touch the wind
I worry that I am not good enough… for even the smallest things
I cry when angry, when scared, when frustrated, when happy, I cry too much
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
I understand that there is more than what we see
I say truth is something we must stand in
I dream my fears
I try to not let them control me
I hope I am teaching the smalls to walk in love, not fear
I am Sassy and Sweet … like a sour patch kid
Now make your own (Here)… Because it actually moved me
Thank you so much for this weeks prompt…
I really needed that moment