"Jak nie kochać jesieni, jej babiego lata,
Liści niesionych wiatrem, w rytm deszczu tańczących.
Ptaków co przed podróżą na drzewach usiadły,
Czekając na swych braci, za morze lecących."
Pięknie brzmi prawda?
Ale rzeczywistość jest taka, że nawet ptaki spierdaxxxą.
Mimo, że zawsze próbuję patrzeć przez różowe okulary, jesień widzę tylko w szarych barwach.
No bo czym tu się cieszyć?
Wieje tak, że mało łeba nie urwie,
Zachwilę będą przerwy w dostawie prądu,
Ze strychu wróciły kurtki do szafy, ciasno w niej tak, że mam wrażenie że palec w dupie miałby więcej miejsca, niż te moje biedne ubrania w szafie.
Deszcz, deszcz, deszcz, ciągle tylko deszcz!
Ciepłe sweterki, rajtuzki, czapeczki... znów dziecko będziemy ubierać pół godziny przed wyjściem tylko po to, żeby ono nagle zawołało "mamusia, kupa"😒.
I tak mogłabym opowiadać długo o tej naszej pięknej złotej jesieni, pięknej ale chyba tylko na zdjęciach😀.
Tylko pamiętajcie, kiedy podrzucacie liście w parku, bo chcecie mieć zdjęcia jak z czasopisma, jakiś piesek na rogu może się uśmiechnąć , że dopiero co podnosił tam nogę do góry😉. .
No to już wiecie jak kocham tą porę roku, ale mimo wszystko zawdzięczam jej wiele,
To wraz z nią przyszła na świat moja córeczka, która jest całym moim życiem❤️.
This is my raw promise to you.
I promised to love you, to be by your side, but I just stated the obvious.
So here's the deep meaning of my motherhood for you. •
I promise to love you, even if you break something that means a lot to me. Because, you mean more.
I promise to love you, even if you get into a fight that you caused and started, I've been there.
I promise to love you, even if you try drugs and alcohol behind my back, but promise me if it becomes a part of who you are, you will come to me for help - I won't turn my back on you.
I promise to love you, even if you're gay, or bi. Love is love, and who ever you love, regardless of gender, as long as they are good to you, I will be good to them.
I promise to love you, even if you believe in something other than my God.
I promise to love you, even if one day you decide to stop loving me. •
You didn't ask to be here, but I wanted you here as soon as I knew about you. Even though I was highly unsure of the mother I was going to be for you, I knew I was going to always love you. So there is my regardless Hunter. Your back will be covered, the world can hate whoever you become, but I won't. All can judge me for my promise, but it will always stand ❤
Those words I utter, still so odd to me. At times, well, a lot of the time, I still and stare at you in unclear amazement that I could ever of brought someone so beautiful, loving, sweet, witty, and brilliant into this world.
God, I owe you big 🌕
Motherhood is where we learn we're all human, we don't have to have it together all the time, or every single day. Because at the end of those moments or days we've hit lower than rock bottom, we still have the undeniable love that never fades in our kids ♥ (Thanks for always picking me up in those times. You constantly bring me back)
I'm happy because I've once felt darkness so cold, I wasn't sure if my soul was still there. But through faith of God and love of family/friends, I became myself, actually; better than myself. October is on Monday, and it's mental health awareness month. Remember, you're not alone and your smile will become real again 💚💚💚
I knew Hunter was a boy as soon as I found out I was pregnant. It was an odd feeling, but in my gut, in my heart, I just knew. I knew I was going to have my little boy. As scared as I was, that's the one thing that gave me comfort. I kept getting told by family members I was going to be the one to finally have a girl. So after countless tally's on the girl side, I got to smile and yell YES! It's a boy! My squishy is a boy! Which, plenty of people still owe me things on being right. For the longest time I wanted a girl, but then I saw how all the boys were in my family, and also my friends with sons, how they were with their moms. Having a daughter I was sure, was the only way of having a best friend for life, but I soon found out I was highly wrong. The way they rubbed their mom's faces so gently, would comfort them after a long day at work, brush the hair out their eyes, defend them, cover themselves in dirt and the giggles, it's a bond I wanted so badly. And now I know this bond, it's one of a kind. I was told "A daughter is a little girl until she's not one anymore, but your son, that's your little boy and he will truly need you, always"💕
Don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on
Just try your best, try everything you can
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away 🌿