it'll have to wait for another day. It was getting long and I'm not sure how to shorten what I have to say, or how to split it into more than one post... so, I'll just say this instead:
This week I've been working diligently to keep up my blog. I know I won't have time to post every day once school starts back, but I'm going to try posting a least every other day. My mom has always told me that it takes 21 days to form a habit... if that's true for blogs (like it is for exercising), then I'm on my way to success.
Yesterday I was telling you about my youngest daughter. She's pretty much a "STUD" at everything she does. She's physically gifted, she reads about 300+ pages a day. She's 13 and she's getting invitations to come to colleges to finish her last two years of high school (and first two years of college) all at the same time... let us not forget that she's just entering 8th grade. So yeah, she's a pretty smart cookie.
She's tall, she's pretty and she's got one heck of a sense of humor. She's in the process of writing a novel for young teens... I'd share part of it with you, BUT she's aspiring to have it published. Believe me, if (and when) it happens, you can be assured that I'll post the good news right here.
Lately I've been working on a Maya Road mini album about her. It's a little different than any mini book I've done before. Different because it has her journaling, HER words, her poetry. My creation is showcasing HER creations. She writes beautiful poetry (from the heart) and always about her own life. I'll post the album soon, but I wanted to share just one of her poems with you. Here goes...
All The Things You Missed
When I was in first grade
I had my "first kiss",
But back then I didn’t know
All the things you would miss.
You missed my favorite pair
Of patched blue jeans,
My first broken heart,
And the books I was to read.
You couldn’t make it
To my softball games,
And even when it was your fault
Someone else was to blame.
You forgot to pick me up
One Monday afternoon.
You left me home alone,
And made my life full of gloom.
You made me cry
When you cancelled on me.
I never told you though,
And now I see
That I hurt my family
When really it was you.
I took my anger out on them,
And caused them pain, too.
You loved me, yeah,
But I believed it was my fault.
I thought it was
Until one day I was taught.
You didn’t leave us
Because of my diabetes.
You left because you couldn’t handle
The big responsibility.
So, I want you to know
That you broke my heart
With every broken promise.
You tear my world apart.
I hate you some days,
And miss you others.
One thing will never change though,
You ARE my father.
I also want you to know
That I am pissed
For all the things you will,
And have missed.
Although I'm sad every day that she has these kinds of to write about, I'm happy that she's beginning to know herself and that she's beginning to deal with the hand she's been dealt in life. My husband truly ADORES both of the girls. I'm thankful daily that my girls have a loving step-father that treats them just like they were his own.
2 comments:
Poor kid, I know how she feels. Its great that she's channeling her frustration in a positive way and getting it out in her writing.
One day their father will realize everything he missed, and I feel very sad for him on the day that happens.
Thanks for sharing such personal thoughts :)
OMG!! I can TOTALLY relate to what she is saying I have the same kind of bitter relationship with my father and lately I have been feeling bad about it. He doesn't know my children! They are 3 1/2 twin boys and he has seen them MAYBE 6 times EVER!! Please let her know that she is NOT the only one who has a father missing out on things!
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