What does it mean to bloom? has 23 definitions for the word bloom, not counting the idioms. I’ll pick my favorite: (v) to flourish or thrive.IMG_1619

I want my children to bloom. My daughters, ages 11 and 7, are in the process of blossoming, becoming themselves, and showing the world their true colors. I worry, as a newly divorced single mother, that I won’t be able to keep their soil fertile, their roots well tended… It seems like a daunting task, doesn’t it, this parenting thing? It is something that I expected to do as a couple and then had those plans ripped away from me suddenly. Why don’t I co-parent, you ask? Well, let’s just say that I’ve had enough crazy to last me a lifetime and I’d just like to move on. I’ll parent my girls the best way I know how and he will, well, hopefully not break them. I know that sounds mean. I hope it gets better. I’ve heard stories from others that it could go either way. But, I digress…

I truly want to watch and help my daughters bloom. I want to see them grow into their personalities that are already so strong. I want to see them build their lives and succeed in all ways possible. But, I also want to bloom. I want to get my color back. I used to feel as if I was flourishing, living a life that I’d dreamed of. When you cut a flower, it dies. That’s just how it is. I’m planting new roots now and turning my face toward the sun. The best way for me to ensure that I help my children bloom is for me to be the example. So it’s almost springtime: a great time for me to focus on ways to flourish and help my girls thrive.

Mama’s Losin’ It


Flashback Friday: Me…With a Gun

This is me. Holding a gun. What. The. Heck?

Today, as a rational, educated, 32-year-old married mother of two, I honestly dislike guns for the most part. I mean, sure, if you’re planning on hunting to put food on the table (especially MY table) and you have been trained and certified in all safety areas, then guns really don’t sound so bad. Handguns and other items that belong in your personal arsenal? Nope. Not so much.

I don’t want to get overly political (shocking, I know), so I’ll keep it rather tame (don’t roll your eyes at me). Regardless of all of the precautions my parents took, and even if this were a “relatively” harmless BB gun, this picture still shocks me every time I see it…and I was THERE! That is ME holding a GUN!

I don’t even like my children to play with toy guns, which isn’t to say they’ve never had water guns or the like. I don’t think I will ever willingly give them a weapon of any magnitude, even just to pose in a picture. I don’t want them to be near guns. Perhaps I’m being overprotective, but I’m completely ok with that. I also won’t let my children ride in my lap, “driving” the car…or sit in the back seat without a seat belt, much less a car seat. Maybe it’s not a miracle that my generation and those before me all grew up happy and healthy. I, for one, am glad of the new precautions that we take these days in order to prolong our lives and increase the safety of ourselves and our children. It certainly was a different time just a short 25 years ago, wasn’t it?

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