Blogger, I'm not

I have to laugh when I see there are only two posts on my blog. while I am adept at speaking and getting my words to eloquently flow in a conversation(stop laughing Michelle) I am not able to flow in a blog.

I am sure I have interesting things to write about, but it takes time to think about them and then to move them from my brain to the blog. So intentions were good and the idea was a sound one at the time I thought about doing this.... and if the road were paved with good intentions, we would have a long road winding in front of us to explore. Instead, I have a two year gap in blogs. Made me laugh! which I needed today.

Mom's Blogging about a A Mother's Love

Well, I have resisted doing this, but I am finally on board. I have read my daughter's blogs and have been amazed at the beauty of their written words describing their lives and their struggles and have read them over and over and see some of the struggles I had as a young wife and a young mother, trying to do the best I could, in sometimes the most adverse situations a person could imagine. I look back and ask could I have done things differently? The answer to this is always yes, but then to coin a very trite saying: hindsight is always 20/20, the past is just that, the past. I can only move forward and know I did the best I could with the tools I was given. Which in reality, was an empty tool box, void of even the simplest tools a person would need to live their own life, much less be responsible for the lives of others. There are many things I would not do over and many decisions I would not make, but having these amazing women is not one of them. I am so proud of you all.

A Mother’s Love

The stark, clenching love washed away my pain.
Enthralled by newborn skin, she held me awed.
No greater force has kept me in its chain,
This is the finest thing I am, my claim to God.
That I could help such perfect creatures soar,
Be part of the molding into women of gold refined!
Majestic beings these three daughters mine.
Stuff of myths and lore.
Beautiful and smart and good; true and kind
Such potent love could not fill a vaster womb,
Nor cradle a baby more gently in its embrace.
My tears could make the desert gardens bloom
And shape the very form of time and space.
Instead it trembles inward, glowing and calm;
This luscious wondrous joy of being mom.

Sharon Wright-Duncan
January 2000