A Bath, a Book, a Cup of Tea

Tonight I reserve just for me

A bath, a book, a cup of tea

My day was spent just like the rest

Job and family, I do my best

Laundry, bills, some dishes too

Come, I’ll read that book to you

Dress-up time is always fun

Kids in bed, the day is done

Fast asleep my children lay

This I’ve waited for all day

To take some time to pamper me

My bath, my book, my cup of tea

To your bedside I am drawn

Touch your cheeks, how they are warm

Reaching down to kiss your hair

I close my eyes and say a prayer

Someday you’ll be grown up too

Now’s the time for me and you

So in the bed with you I lay

My bath can wait just one more day.

                                    - Buffi  2002

 

 

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Sorry Eleanor Roosevelt, but I disagree

Eleanor Roosevelt said, "It takes courage to love..."  Sorry Eleanor, but I disagree. I think it’s easy to love.

As a young Mama, I held my babies close. I memorized every freckle on their little noses. I knew the origin of each bruise and scrape. Oh how I love my babies.

It’s 10 o’clock and I’m picking up my teens from the movie theatre. Cell phones and bras replace the pacifiers and diapers. I bite a nail for each minute I wait to see them safely enter my car. Tonight, when they’re fast asleep, I’ll hold them tight again.

My children teach me: It’s easy to love. It takes courage to let go.

Blogging has opened me up to an audience of passionate, intelligent, funny and sometimes crazy people. I read your blogs and I’m in love. I envy the freedom you have with your words. How can I be that funny or poetic? I hit the “publish” button and cringe. I read my post a dozen times and it never sounds good enough.

Blogging reminds me: It’s easy to love. It takes courage to let others love you.

Where do you find your courage?

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Dancin’ with Molly?

When I was sixteen, “dancin’ with Molly” meant you were watching the ending of Sixteen Candle’s. This week they were the censored lyrics in a song performed by the almost-naked Miley Cyrus at the VMA. I never thought I’d miss Hannah Montana.

When I was sixteen, graphic design meant you perfected a house on your Etch-A-Sketch and Mrs. Pac-Man was a modern chic.

When I was sixteen, a pool was guaranteed to be overflowing with any sweaty kid within a five mile radius. Today, sweat-free kids sit in their bedrooms sporting life-like guns on video games; the sound of “Marco-Polo” replaced with the voices of online strangers screaming obscenities after a good kill.

When I was sixteen, a season’s pass to an amusement park was reserved for the very rich or the stupidly spoiled. Today, unused season’s passes rot at the bottom of our kids’ Coach and Nike bags.

Yes, I long for the days when Rubik’s Cube was modern and Magic-Eight-Ball was my decision maker, but my teens force me to live in today’s world of Snap-Chat and iTunes. How do I cope? I force them to watch reruns of Colombo and The Odd Couple. Movies like Jaws and Rocky help bridge the gap from my sixteen to theirs.

And if all else fails, I grab my Coach Bag, buy the kids some $5 latte’s, and head over to the overpriced dine-in-theatre where we’ll watch a movie my parents still won’t let me see.

How are you coping with the new Molly?

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