Follow Up

Just to follow up to my post last year. In the Life of a Military Wife. Moving. It is time. We got word that this summer we will be moving, again. I'm excited, at least I will get away from DC traffic. Now the work begins. House Hunting, School searching, price comparisons on DirectTV or Cable, what to throw away that might hinder the move. But the best part, how to decorate the new house. I even found a college that I can transfer my current credits to with no problem. Now that the baby is getting bigger, it is time to put my two girls together in the same room. It will help them bond more and teach my eldest that sharing is caring. We are moving from the NE to the South. I'm looking forward to warm weather, sunny days, and picnics on the beach. I'm getting my eldest excited about making new friends. Now time to look for a job. Joy. My "maternity" time at home is up. But it breaks my heart to put the baby in daycare. I did it with my eldest, she was in daycare at 6 weeks old. Yes, I cried, but I did it. Now, it's harder because she is 15 months old and has been at home with me this whole time. The idea that she will be crying bloody murder at the daycare is breaking my heart. She cannot bear to part from my side. I'll keep you posted in my process. Wish me luck for a smooth move. I have to think positive, that is the key. :-)

Barbie Doll

This poem that I want to share with you really touched me. It reminded me of the pressures of society today on women to be perfect. I have two little girls, that I am raising to love who they are despite how different they may be. They are of mixed cultures. Be proud of who you are. You're parents love you and gave you life because they saw the possiblities. So why shouldn't you love yourself?


Barbie Doll

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.

She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
 
-Marge Piercy

To live

To eat, is to live.
To live, is to breathe.
Take a deep breath,
And enjoy life's greatest moments.

Dreams

Letting go of Inhibitions.
Releasing me from Traditions.
No longer feeling bound to the traditional roles of a woman.
But now with goals in mind of being a successful woman.
No longer forgetting my dreams,
No longer just content flowing down the main stream.
Ready to lead the life of my dreams.

Exhaustion

Exhaustion envelopes me. The heaviness in my eyes will soon be unbearable. The dark circles under them, making me look older than what I really am. A nap beckons for me, yet I ignore it. Why? Too many things to do, for there is no else that will do them. My duties as a mom,wife, and a student. To take care of the household. To do my homework as everyone falls into slumber. Another late night. Though the end outcome motivates me. To show my kids that it is important to finish what you start, continue your education. So close to the end yet so tired. Must keep pushing. I refuse to give up. Soon to bed, sleep beckons, with the promise of having harmonious dreams in the fields of tranquility.

Valentine's Day, Special Day or a Farce

  Is it a real special day or is it a farce so stores can profit? Stores have been staging for this holiday since January. Red and white everywhere as well as heart shaped chocolate boxes. For some, it may be special if you have a significant other to spend it with. Others that do not, just hate spending the day alone. No admirers, no flowers, left with the emotion that no one really cares. Well, not everyone. I used to hate spending the holiday on my own in my single days. No flowers to show off and no chocolates to enjoy. Now, it just seems like another to buy a present for my significant other. Another gift giving day on top of birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, etc..
  I don't need Valentine's as a motivator to go show my husband that I love him. I can do that any day of the week. Those are the "just because" gifts. Don't get me wrong. I am a romantic at heart. Though at times you have to be realistic. I would love to come home to be showered in rose petals, drawn a hot bath, a scented oil massage, and a romantic dinner. But I know I'm not getting it.
  The romance in the air dying just as chivalry is. Men want to be pampered too just as us women do. We are now seen as equals. The husband goes out of town, they do not call because they know we can handle everything. We go out of town, they call every 3 hrs because they can't get the baby to eat dinner or go to sleep for the night.
  How do you perceive Valentine's day? I know that it is named after a Priest, a saint. But does the average person really know the history behind it?