This post is in response to the Pace Oddity prompt. The prompt states: “If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?”
The number one piece of parenting advice I heard when I was pregnant, was “Enjoy every moment – they grow up too fast”. Well, that and “get some sleep now because it’s about to get a whole lot harder!”
Our little girl is already 3 years old, and while the sleeping has gotten much better, I have to say I feel like the years are flying by a bit fast! There are so many amazing moments as a parent. There are many times when I would love to slow down time and just enjoy this amazing time of our lives with our little girl …
The word prompt: journey. “Write a poem about anything that word evokes for you, from the excitement of a trip you’re about to embark on, the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.”
The form: limerick. “The traditional rhyming scheme of a limerick is a a b b a — the first two lines rhyme, then the next two, and the final verse rhymes with the first couplet.”
It began with a simple test
The news we received was the best
In a few minute’s time
We saw the plus sign
We were pregnant, as I’m sure you have guessed!
Then over the next fourty weeks
We went through both lows and peaks
Your feet flatten out
(What’s that all about?)
So many things about which no one speaks!
But when you feel that first little kick
You don’t even care you’ve been sick!
I know how I felt
It made my heart melt
And I grabbed my husband’s hand: “Feel this! Quick!”
And then when the baby arrives
And off to the hospital you drive
It all seems a blur
You lay eyes on her
And you start the best journey of your lives!
*This post was written in response to today’s prompt: An Extreme Tale “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
Was Charles Dickens a father? I’ll have to google that. Because I’m pretty sure this quote was written about the first few months of parenthood.
For me, the first few months were truly the best of times and the worst of times. Starting with the delivery. The delivery was the most painful yet amazing experience of my entire life. From start to finish it lasted just over 24 hours. During the labour I experienced the most excruciating pain I’ve ever known, and then when Baby E was placed on my chest I experienced the most intense joy and love of my life. It was a roller coaster ride of emotions.
Actually, it began even before that day, with the pregnancy. I wouldn’t say that I had an incredibly difficult pregnancy, but I did have some challenges. After Baby E was born, a very good friend of mine became pregnant. We were chatting one day, and she noticed the nostalgic look in my eyes and asked me how I could seem to be blissfully daydreaming about my pregnancy, when it was such a difficult time for me in terms of health? It’s true! I was daydreaming about what a lovely period of time it was! Despite the health issues, I loved every minute of being pregnant. I loved the knowledge that I was carrying another human being inside my belly. I remember how excited I was the first time that I felt her move inside me, and how I smiled every time I felt a little kick or nudge. I loved the smiles and comments that I would receive when people noticed my belly – it opened the door to conversations with strangers everywhere I went. I loved that I was growing a life inside me, and that every day was shared with our little girl. Continue reading “An Extreme Tale: Was Charles Dickens a father?”→
This post was written in response to this week’s Writing Challenge: Digging for Roots
A lot of people have helped shape me into the person that I am today. My incredible parents, brother, husband, close friends, and most recently my daughter. But I wouldn’t be me if it weren’t for my Granny.
I was extremely fortunate to have grown up living next door to my grandparents. Our houses were literally less than 25 meters apart. I remember my Mom telling me that people used to wonder how she could ever live beside her in-laws. If you knew my grandparents, you’d understand. Living next door to them was the best thing ever.
*This post was written in response to today’s Daily Challenge: Grateful and Guilty. “Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure.”
Well, I don’t like to admit it
I’m a little shy to say …
But it is my guilty pleasure
And that is the prompt today!
I know I’m not the only one
Since it’s Season 29!
There must be something good in it
It’s been going all this time!
I should just come out and say it
And I’ll get it off my chest
My guilty pleasure’s Survivor
I know … it’s not the best!
I’m not sure what it is for me
It’s partly ‘bout the travel
I’m not as much interested
In seeing them unravel
I quite like all the challenges
And those setups are insane!
And I love the strategic part
When players flex their brain!
I like the chance to see the world
And pretend that I’m there too
Although if I was really there
There’s things I wouldn’t do!
I wouldn’t throw the team’s rice out
Like the girl last season did
And I wouldn’t leave an auction
Without making a bid!
I wouldn’t wait for idol clues
To go searching in the sand
And I’d make sure I didn’t go home
With an idol in my hand!
You know, who am I kidding here?
If I were ever to go
I’d be at an all-inclusive
Not stressing on this show!
As I sit watching my little girl, I think about all of the events that led to her becoming a part of our lives. She is the most important thing to me, and I am so grateful for her and for my family. When I think about the circumstances that led to today, I can’t help but think that her presence here can be traced back to one major decision. A decision that was based on the weather! Baby E is in my life because Victoria is the city with the nicest weather in Canada. Let me explain … Continue reading “Weekly Writing Challenge: The Butterfly Effect”→