*Sunday nights are back. If you are a long time supporter, you would get this😀.
Good night all!
Music drifted in the background as Hadija continued her chores, it didn’t seem like work when the stereo was playing neo-soul. Today, she had chosen Lauryn Hill, one of her favorites.
She polished the bathroom sink as the sweet sounds of Zion echoed throughout the newly decorated flat.
The song took her mind past the memories of the last year…
Trina taking everything…
She still couldn’t believe knowing Trina would bring her such great luck.
“Who would have thought?” she whispered.
A joyful smile filled her face as the song faded into the next.
Winning $259,000,000 seemed unreal…
*I am currently writing a bunch of 100 word stories that I hope to share via this platform, and possibly a book. Appreciate comments and feedback.
Our screams should echo past the minute….
Past the moment(s) of silence…
We have had too many…it is time to be loud…let our voices be heard…
For Orlando, Sandy Hook, Colorado, and sadly frighteningly the next victim(city)
It is amazing how time flies. We all know and say this but I am not sure we completely comprehend it. Time is truly fleeting.
As I drive to work today, I remind myself that it is the girls last day of kindergarten, and like last night I get emotional.
Any sane parent will tell you “oh gosh that means they will be home all day every day the entire summer, or they will go to summer day camp which is quite a fee.” Either way, it is not quiet around the house. “Can school continue all year round?”
However, as I drive to work it feels just like a minute ago I dropped them for their first day, and cried as I walked back to my car. Wishing I could take them back home with me and just protect them… Keep them my babies forever…
Well kindergarten is over and they have grown so much… Learnt a lot and are so proud.
In between missing tooth, fiery desire to wear dresses on cold winter days, and we never watch TV tantrums, I am emotional knowing this milestone marks them growing, and slowly moving into the real world… And I can’t take it… They are just babies after all…
Last night as I tried unsuccessfully not to think about this, I wrote individual letters to their teachers Mrs. Miller, and Mrs. Rubin thanking them for everything. They truly are the best as are teachers in general.
The girls are fortunate to have had such excellent teachers as part of their growing years. And while, I am emotional because using sad is too gloomy, I try to focus on all they have accomplished these last few months, and manage not to burst into wails…it doesn’t help that I am going into work…
They are blooming readers, writers, and artists. Pekun is super sweet with amazing maturity, and leadership qualities. Ponle is, well Ponle lights up a room with sincerity, innocence, joy, and her humble confidence is a fantastic delight.
Their accomplishments remind me that they are growing and need to grow; it also leaves me sad because they are no longer my “no anymore, ok” babies. They are becoming young girls and my pride in who they are becoming leaves emotional… And so as I drive to work and ponder on their 6 years, and the last year of kindergarten I cry like that first day back in August.
I cannot but thank their teachers again and of course their wonderful Woods Creek School.
Ponle Pekun if I don’t say it enough, I am super-duper proud of you… And so you get chocolate cupcakes as after school treats today.
If I had the platform, I will scream it from the highest peaks… You make me prouder every day and your perfect imperfections remind me of how far we have come… You are both the best thing I will ever do.
Bravo on finishing kindergarten and here’s to a wonderful summer and even better 1st grade. Your best days are ahead of you.
Thank you again Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Rubin. Go Woods Creek!!
I cried for another few minutes, dried my eyes, and walked into the office building ready to take on the day…today’s grace comes from their loud laughs last night expressing how excited they are about the last day of school…giggling about their experiences, and friends…whispering as they doze off to slumber that I am the best mom they ever had…