To: Dream From: Me

To: Dream
From: Me

To dream or not to dream
There is a question.
For a dream must live or
There will be life
With solemn expressions.

Empty faces
Empty places.
Clocks that go
Tick then tock.
But no one stops
to dream a lot.
So dare I dream or not?

There is no question
For only a fool am I
To not dream a dream
And risk most everything.
To dream or not to dream
That is not my question.
To dream, to dream, to dream…
Always a dreamer, now a doer too
To dream, to dream, to dream

I must stop
When the clock is not
And people watch.
They stare.
And many care,
Yet others will never stop.
But I must pause
And dream a lot, as dreamers do.
Believing, believing…
I believe in you.

WRITERS ANGST

I just wrote one of the most beautiful pieces,
At least, I feel, I have ever written.
And I saved it.
So I thought.
And then looked at the draft,
Only to see a blank page.
Nothing saved but the title “A Place”.
There is no place.
Because it is gone.
I have tried to find it with no luck.
And now I am left with writer’s block
But worst, writers angst.
I am praying that I will remember what I just wrote.
Please come back to me, words.
Are the words saved in my memory? They must be there
Somewhere. Come back!

Creating Writing Class

Hello bloggers!

I am officially enrolled in creative writing course and degree program. This has been a thrilling process because its something I’m passionate about.  Creative writing can be used in so many facets of life.  Already, I am meeting creative thinkers, and expanding vision for creative works.  So grateful for this class and new tools.  I want to share a short mini essay I wrote recently, not as an assignment.  More to come! – Kimberly

Just below the surface of the lid are the smells of old timber, the rancid odor of dreams left opened and closed. The letters, litter intermingle.  A fire nearly catches the dust, mold, impending doom.  The slamming of the metal lid upon the silver, tarnished can, rings loudly. Open then closed.  Open then closed again.  Trash imploding. Heat, flames, debris exploding.

The things she says…

…never ceases to amaze me…  My sweet girl had her first day at a new preschool today.  Her daddy picked her up and she gave all the excuses in the world to go back into the classroom. Via’s teachers said she is very outgoing with a hint of inflection in their voices.  In other words, she is beyond outgoing…a chatter box indeed.  Our chatter box.  Via loves life which is why I feel her self-proclaimed nickname of “Via” is perfect.  I think of “Viva”which in spanish means “Long live!” “Via” in spanish signifies “traveling through, in route to a destination.”  This cannot better describe our girl.  She is always moving and living life to its fullest!  Can you tell I’m a proud momma?

Although I knew she was in great hands at her new school; it was tough to let go.  How do parents do it year after year?  I don’t know but I have no choice but to find out.  Life goes on and Via keeps moving on.  Yet I miss her tremendously.  Each day I am savoring the small moments, the big moments, the “ah ha” moments, the “melt down” toddler moments and everything in between.  I’m currently working on an e-text book which I feel will be a wonderful tribute to my sweet girl.  Also, I have a vision for a series of e-text books to be offered to parents.

I want to share all the details with you but must abstain since the project is still in the works.  However, if you are a parent of a toddler who would be interested in answering a few questions regarding how your child learns and reads best, please contact me.  In order for these e-text books to be successful; I am researching toddlers and learning.

Until we meet again in WordPress bloggerville, see you!

Peace. Love. Create.

Kimberly

 

You know you are a mom when…

As a busy mother, you find several detergent thingamajigs in a ziplock bag in your “almost” every day purse.  Yes, I ran out.  I got them from my mother because it was late tonight; my child and I would rather spend time together than stake out detergent at Publix.  I figure, hey, why not add this on tommorow’s long “To Do” List.  I’m not ashamed to admit that I have four ziplock bags tucked away in my black, handy dandy purse.  But sometimes I wish I didn’t have four bags of random items…leading me to questions like, “Where are my car keys?” and “Did I take my vitamins today?”  Awww.. The life and times of being a working mommy. 

Yet I am grateful for the chaos, the disorganization because it’s just that…chaos, disorganization. The moments will pass, but I don’t want to pass up on the moments I have, the small moments yet important ones with our girl…I will take what I can get and give it my all with her. 

Live. Love. Create.

If tragedy struck…how would this change you?

The unimaginable happened just down the street from my childhood home.  A tragedy that replays in my mind.  I don’t know the family nor have I met their daughter who was ripped from their lives so unexpectedly.  Yet I mourn for this family, whose beautiful girl named Lily died from the Kindercare tragedy in Winter Park.  I could detail the previous criminal record of the man who killed this child, but I would rather give light to the child, who deserves to be remembered and should be alive.  

As a mom of a 2 1/2 year old, this tragedy really struck me, more than most others I have seen on the television. I find myself with chills and tears as I pass the Kindercare, down the street from where I had the happiest childhood memories.  It really shook me up and put things into perspective.  Life is about holding your child, savoring every precious moment and knowing that it can be taken away at any moment.  So if you know that, if that is a reality, then what would you do different, what would you keep the same? 

As a working mother, who drops her daugher off at preschool; I have many of the same fears that mother’s have when leaving their child in someone else’s care. Will my child be safe? Will my child be loved? (among many others) And the scary part is that this child, Lily, who died suddenly was loved and she was safe from what I know (in the media).  Yet the reality is that no one could have predicted that a car would come careening through the building, killing an innocent girl and injuring many other children and staff member.  it may not be likely to happen to you and your child, but knowing that life can take such an ugly, turn; what would you change or keep the same in your day to day?

I’m holding our daughter tighter and tighter.  I’m praying for the families involved with this tragedy.  And I am truly thinking this last question over and over again.  

Kimberly

 

Mommapreneurship

I want to hear from the mommapreneur’s out there.  How do you DO it?  What is it like being a mom and an entrepreneur?  What are the highs, lows and the in-between, or what I call the “tweeners” of your experience?

I feel like we can all learn from one another’s experience, so lets keep sharing.

The highs for me today include quality time with my little love bug..which included playing “Snow White” dress up and pretend play.  Also I love when our girl says “Yes, mommy..okay.”  Especially since the word YES, is a rarity at this age. Mostly, I hear her saying” No” or “All by myself.”  Don’t get me wrong, I am all about fostering independence, but a “Yes” every once in a while, is music to my ears.

The “Tweener” moments include the endless clean-up around the house, and my creative mind racing with ideas; while my practical mind is saying ” woah, slow it down. Patience.”  There are more ideas than time to do it, so it seems.

The “Lows” would include getting over a really annoying, ugly virus that pretty much swiped me out this week.  Body is recovering yet still feels weak.  We passed around this bug for two weeks, back and forth.  Thankful our little love bug is healthy!

Grateful for the highs, the lows and the tweeners.  That’s what being a mommapreneur is all about.  For the newbies, welcome to Mommapreneurship.

Live. Love. Create

Kimberly

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