Thing 3: My Parents & Me

Somehow I managed to skip thing three: 

Every time I think about or write about how I feel about my parents, I cry.  They mean the world to me.  When I was a sophomore in college I wrote my mom and dad a letter telling each one how much they meant to me – my eyes looked as if they should have been swollen shut.  So I’ll sum this portion up in a poem or two.

Dad’s Special Place by Unknown

Mother is all that is noble and fine,
And all that is right and good.
She richly deserves every sonnet sung
To her glorious motherhood.

And when Mother receives some acclaim
The whole wide world is glad,
But away down deep in every heart
There’s a place that is just for Dad.

We may not shower him with praise
Nor mention his name in song,
And sometimes it seems that we forget
The joy he spreads as he goes along,

But it doesn’t mean that we don’t know
The wonderful role that he has had.
And away down deep in every heart
There’s a place that is just for Dad

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This poem isn’t long but I don’t think anyone will ever know how I feel about my dad.  He means the world to me and maybe I don’t tell him enough but I appreciate everything he does for me – I hope one day I can begin to pay him back.

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Mom By Unknown

You gave me life, & then you taught me to live
You gave me everything you had to give
Nurturing, loving, and ever so caring
Teaching me things like manners & sharing
My mentor, my protector, & my best friend
You stand beside me through thick & thin
Giving me courage and strength to go on
When life gets rough & everything goes wrong
You share my laughter, you share my tears
You share my hopes, my dreams and my fears
Standing behind me with whatever I choose to do
I could never ask for a better mom than you

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Me and my mom, it seems, can never see eye to eye, but I love her!.  She knows how to push every one of my buttons but without her I’d be nothing at all.  One day I’m going to be just like her. =)

Thing 2 : 3 Of My Biggest Fears

I opened my eyes as my nightmare lingered in my memory, I was running, running down an empty hallways fill with everything I’m not proud of …My heart pounded as my feet began to pick up their pace, I was alone…Running from myself….(1)

Sweat and tears pored from my eyes an face as breathed heavily, like instinct, he wrapped his arms around me wiped my forehead and kissed me gently on my cheek, ” Its okay, go back to sleep” he whispered…. The beat of my heart slowed to normal, I was somehow at ease, if I ever lost love – where would I be (2)…

As I lulled myself back to sleep, dream land once again took over…But this time I saw children running an laughing.. I was shocked that these kids looked just like me, only to find that they were mine,  I saw him running through the yard of a big house, with baby in tow, this was my life —- i had made it.  The life I always dreamed of with the man I love… (2)

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I think I’m going to make my “Things to Blog” about like mini stories, or whatever comes to mind that day…

In a nutshell My 3 fears are:

1. Being alone
2. Not being loved — or losing the people who love me
3. Not being successful and having the life I’ve dreamed about

*Until Next Time,

Ms.Guided