Haiku How Cool?

My Haiku “video edition”

midwesternmommy
video editing pro
and rocking you tube

New Mommy Canape
celebrating with her friend
good news all around!

Honored to be one
of the hands lending support
to our blogging friend

Makes me cry with joy
The way it inspires me
Inspires you too?

Friends from far and wide
virtually connecting
together to hug

Here it is…

If you can’t see it…click here for the link.

Cast of characters:

(Sign holders)

Dear - Marty

Susan – Kristie

We - Amy

Thinking – Heather

You – Jean

Lots – Jessica

We – Kristen

You – Robin

Our – Amanda

Support – Fertile Mertile

Prayers – Liz

and – JJ

Love – Jenn

Us – Jess

All – Rebecca

For – Nancy

That – Tamberlyn

Team – Sarah

(If I’ve forgotten any bloggers, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!)

(Cheering Section)

 Cathy and Nancy and myself.

There were even people who really wanted to participate but couldn’t as peeps unfortunately had been given a very short window of time. Amie and Sanne from the Netherlands support and adore Whymommy too!

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Happy Friday everyone.

Thinking of you

I’m thinking of you today Whymommy!

We all are.

I’m reading Twitter and I’m waiting to hear you are done.

Done kicking cancer’s nasty ass.

Tomorrow

I am praying today for tomorrow.

I am thinking only positive thoughts for tomorrow.

I am still crying today. Because it is finally here.

I am sending all of my love today and tomorrow and until she heals.

Tomorrow is Whymommy’s surgery.

I wish I could be there tomorrow to hold her hand…or to babysit…or to be there with a joke when she wakes from the surgery.

I just know she will kick through this procedure tomorrow like a champion. She is a champion. Today, tomorrow, every day.

She’s waited so long for this. Tomorrow is the day.

WhyMommy…I am thinking of you. I am praying for you. I am feeling for you.

Please know that you have touched me in a way that I will never forget.

Rock it tomorrow sister.

I can’t wait to hear that it is over tomorrow and you are recovering nicely.

Thank you canape for such an inspirational idea! Go on over to Whymommy’s site and send her some love.

Monday

If it weren’t for this coolness, I’d have nothing to say….

Thank you Canadian Flake for such an honor!

You simply must go read the super nice things this woman has said about me. My family doesn’t even say things like this…

I truly am thankful.

I’m supposed to send this out to people…but honestly, I’d like to send it to all of you!

So, I’m only picking three women who have truly been so loving to me in personal e-mails and comments and just all around full hearted, sincerity…

Cate, you gorgeous woman you. I don’t even have the words to express how awesome I think you are. The way you spread love is infectious and I adore you wholeheartedly.

Rachel, you too sistah. I am always amazed by your heart and love. It pours out of you in your comments and in your blog. Ia m so grateful to have ‘met’ you.

Margaret, you have supported me in e-mails and comments and just by being so truly sweet. You make me want to fly to you right now and give you a super duper hug. I can NOT wait to meet you in person when I finally get to the ’south’…

Girls, you so rock.

Friends, you all rock, but it’s Monday and I’m still asleep from the crazy weekend I had. You can ignore me if you wish, I know I have been a terrible blogger friend lately. And I haven’t been as faithful as I would like to be in reading your blogs…I am trying so hard to get back into it again.

I love you all dear friends…

I feel pretty!

Thanks to my sweetest friend Chelle.

See that new image header?

She designed it! And I adore it. It makes me feel sassy!

She worked on the idea on her own and surprised me with the image. I am in love.

See why I love blogging so?

I could never leave. You all make me feel so much better about things.

And you listen to my blather. All my complaining.

I promise, I will snap out of it. But thank you for putting up with me.

I hope I can be there for you friends, like you are there for me.

I wish we could all have a sassy margarita together…

Chelle, I wish I could repay you somehow…You so rock sistah.

Thanks from the bottom of my pink, satin bra!

Stigma, or not?

Wow. Just Wow.

Thank you for your support my friends. This is a very difficult decision I have made regarding my health. And since the surgery (which was nothing, really) I have had a change of heart. I need to help myself in order to be here for my daughter.

And the responses I have received have been nothing but positive and heartwarming. I am in awe. Once again. By my blogging friends!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart…

…I do have some sorting out to do though.

These meds that I have begun taking.

Make me feel like less of a person now. They make me feel inferior.

But I know that once they begin working in the recesses of my brain, I will feel better.

Once they begin the process of connecting my synapses and sending the correct messages through my brain cells, I will feel like myself again.

The self that enjoys her family, enjoys her life and enjoys the little things. The self that doesn’t get frustrated over a lost pen, or a missing sock or an extra load of laundry to do.

I want to be the person I once was. The person who laughed at silly jokes, the person who made silly faces and didn’t care what other people thought.

I’m not her now. I’m too anxious to be her.
It all came to a head when I was crying in the bathroom one day a few weeks ago, all alone. And I asked myself, “Would she (Fa) be better of with me here and miserable or with me not here at all…” Then, I cried harder thinking about her being abandoned by a woman who couldn’t face the difficulties of life. And in the darkness of the bathroom I decided that NEITHER of those choices were acceptable. I needed to make a change.

But I will be myself again. I am hopeful. I haven’t been hopeful for a while.

I made a promise to myself that I will never get as dark as I was before. I am keeping my promise now. Finally.

My promise to myself is my promise to my daughter.

If I don’t help myself, she just may be a motherless daughter with me sitting right next to her. If I don’t enjoy this life, she won’t have a functioning mother along side of her.

That won’t happen. She is too special for that.

Wanna know what does make me smile?

I woke up to an e-mail from phototrade telling me that this picture was “photo of the day“.

Thanks Phototrade, thanks Erin.

Fa loves this tree outside of our side door.

Then. Then, the e-mails and comments that I woke up to were just mind blowing. You guys rock!

And Canadian Flake awarded me… You see, it’s the little things that are worth it all…I’m slowly starting to see that again.

I’d like to award this to back to: Cate, Moosh and Margaret. And all the other fantastic commenters on that last post…You know who you are…

I’m feeling better now.

Thank you slackermommy for this e-mail.

I can’t even take how funny it is.

You totally made my day!

My Google reader has 430 posts that I have been successful in ignoring. I’m sorry friends. I’ll be back in action soon!

hugs from me!!!

Baby Boy

It’s raining and cold today. There’s a fall chill in the air.

I just dropped Fa off at school.

As I was waiting to get gas, I saw them. Waiting. In the rain.

Her in flip flops, him in the papoose around her. No hat, no blanket to shield him from the elements. Just them. Standing.

I had the heat of the car keeping me warm and dry. I had a full tank…I pretty much have all I need. Amazing how life is.

I couldn’t stand seeing them getting soaked.

I offered her a ride.

They were going to a train station not all that far away by car. But by bus, it would have taken three transfers.

She accepted gratefully.

I didn’t have the proper car seat for him so I drove slowly and carefully trying to gleam some sort of information from her and some sort of protection for us all from whatever guides me.

He’s a month old. She only speaks Spanish. Luckily, I understand more than I think I do.

The mother in me took over and I took her to her destination. I left her with my very best Espanol…”Vaya adentro con ese muchacho del bebé…Tenga cuidado!”

I hope that baby boy is okay.