Poetry: Warming Up

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I joined an online writing group offered by Jill Badonsky. As part of this group, she offers prompts to get us writing. I won’t share her prompts here (If you want that inspiration, you can join, too!) but in an effort to honor those sweet folks who are cheering me on as I leap into this writing thing again, I’ll share some of my responses.

Here’s my first go at it:

Haiku – 5 – 7 – 5

A new day begins
with the sweet sounds of children
smashing our dishes.

Tanka – 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7

Another day ends
With the loud sighs of children
Force-marched to their rooms.
There is no one happier
Than a mom with kids tucked in.

Cinquain – 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2

Are the sweetest
Blessings on this big earth.
In spite of full time duty, call me,

Mom, Is It Time To Move The Car???

Well, yes it is, son!

“Moving the car” has taken on a whole new meaning around here. Luckily I dropped another pound so that I can keep up with the demand for advancing the car.

I wonder if anyone ever developed an eating disorder because their kid wanted their ticker to move faster.

You know, pleasing other people is probably what got me into this mess. (Sure, Gramma, I’ll take thirds. No, really, it is delicious.) I’d like to think that I am working toward a better/healthier way of interacting with the other life forms on this planet. I still feel guilty when my daughter brings me food and I turn her down. (Mommy’s full! Her tummy doesn’t need crackers right now.)

One thing I have learned is that that pleasing thing is genetic. I mean, my tiny daughter already does it. When I am sad or frustrated she does back flips to cheer me up. Part of my inspiration to be healthier (physically and emotionally) comes from her. When I gave birth to my daughter, it became crystal clear to me just how blighted my inheritance was, and I didn’t want to pass that stuff along to her. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but we manage to do things to one another that are less than graceful. I doubt that I am wise enough to end all the weirdness, but I am trying to be mindful of what I am teaching my children.

First lesson: Self Care is important! It is not “selfish” (in the sense of being a person who wrongfully denies someone else their due) to take really good care of your own needs. Eating well, sleeping plenty, getting exercise, taking time to relax/read/reconnect, and pursuing passions are all things that a healthy life is built on. I learned that those are all things that come secondary to making sure everyone else’s needs are met, and – you know – being responsible. My inheritance was that martyrdom is respected: the more work/pain you experience, the more you are worth. Blech. Hedonism isn’t the way, either. It is about – all together, now – balance. But isn’t everything?

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