The sun shines brightly
Happiness engulfs me now
Time to spread the joy
To smile means to care
My love for you know no bounds
Always…Forever
Laughter of children
Innocence so refreshing
Dreams and hopes alive
Following your dreams
Your story is a journey
Inspire everyone
You’re a great writer
Send your work into the world
Set your stories free
The holiday season is well underway and a lot of kids are eagerly counting down the days till Christmas. That age of innocence is clearly apparent and I often reminisce about my own experience. But alas, we all get older and sometimes our focus tends to gravitate toward age appropriate matters.
My kids, who are now young teenagers, reminded me of this. Yes, of course, they still look forward to Christmas but the enthusiasm is not as vibrant as it was when they were in their single digit age.
The main thing that concerns them the most is when does Christmas vacation start and how long it will be. They can’t wait to take a break from all that studying and let loose…or for others, just chill and do nothing. Granted, we all hated going to school and valued those precious times away from academia.
I recalled the time when I was their exact age and fully remembered what I was doing leading up to the start of winter recess. Counting down the days, hours, minutes and seconds; time ironically moves extremely slow when we’re young and somehow speeds up the older we get. Go figure that.
As I was thinking about this, a short poem came to mind that kind of summed up how I felt at my children’s age and I’d like to share it.
Here I am at school today
feeling down and oh so blue
I dream of being hard at play
in the hopes it will come true
Running, skating, playing ball
is what I’d like to do
but here I am thinking – that’s all
just stuck here right at school
To dream, to dream, only to dream
waiting for school to end soon
“My God! My watch! Oh gads I’ll scream!
I can’t believe it’s only noon!!!”
Every time this year, like most people, I always take stock in what I’m grateful for…my family, my friends, my health, my life, so on and so forth. But this year, with the passing of two co-workers and a couple of family members and a health scare, I am truly appreciative for what I have.
Every day leading up to Thanksgiving, I’ve been taking stock in what I have and the people who are around me and have never been more cognizant and content with my place in life. There are just days when I can’t help but stop myself in my tracks and smile.
On days like this I always think “Nothing could be more perfect in my life right now. If I could just somehow stop time and live in this moment forever, I’d be totally ecstatic.” A sense of overwhelming joy consumes me and thank God for giving me this occasion to feel this way.
When I was younger, I often took for granted a lot of things in my life and somehow lost sight of what it really meant to be thankful for what I had around me. It was all about “me” and the mere fact that I had many more years ahead just made me concentrate on what might be instead of what might come to pass.
But if I hadn’t had all those missed opportunities, mistakes and regrets then I wouldn’t come to the self-realization of how lucky I am in life. Like that saying goes, “With age, comes wisdom.” And I learned that I needed to enjoy the here and now, accept where I am in life and recognize the people around me that where steadfast in everything I did.
Because of my newfound outlook on life, I preach to my children everyday on acknowledging what they have, to try and not be cavalier on thinking that you have all the time in the world. Time is a commodity that needs to be relished with respect and without regrets.
Ever have one of those days when things just don’t seem to go your way or situations pop up that test your limits? We’re all faced with that time and time again; believe me, I’ve had my share ten times over and then some. There are other that have it even worse.
What I’m most curious about is how others cope with their personal struggles. How do they keep positive in light of all the bad things that are happening to them? What gives them the drive to face their dilemma head on and never give up?
When problems arise in my life, my “doom and gloom meter” starts to rise and my mind starts to go into overdrive about all the things I could’ve done to avoid this mess. My outlook starts to look depressingly hopeless and my daily routines are all out of whack.
I start to do normal things on auto-pilot all the while racking my brain on how to solve my problems or obstacles so that I can get back on track and live normally again.
When this happens, I start to get into a funk and feel like “Why does this always happen to me and when will it all end! Can’t I just get a break?!” Just when I see there is no solution to my turbulent mess, “a spark of hope” appears out of nowhere.
For me, that can come in the form of my dog greeting me at Mach speed with unconditional love and adoration. A big bear hug from my wife. It can even come from watching my kids simply do their homework or observing family members go about their daily routine. It’s amazing how something so small and mundane can make a difference.
Just the mere sight of them snaps me out of my much misaligned chaotic demeanor. It’s weird but seeing something like that, just soaking in those positive things gives me hope. Remembering all the good times and feeling so blessed to have a family like mine helps a lot; knowing that I overcame previous predicaments helps in the process. Maybe subconsciously I know that I have their undying love and support in my corner and I know I’m not facing my predicaments alone.
Can’t really explain it; I get a renewed sense of energy and endless possibilities about my life explode in my head…AND it’s all good. It feels as if nothing in the world can stop me from accomplishing anything and everything!
It’s funny how something so simple can become a beacon of unbridled optimism. Life doesn’t appear so bleak and I’m enthusiastically anticipating what’s in store for me in an hour, a day, a week or months from now. I begin to envision a more desirable and successful future for myself which might or might not happen. Who cares?!
My “spark of hope” is all that matters in driving my life forward. As long as I have that grain of reverie then everything is fine.
I can’t fathom how this process works but I’m just truly grateful that this “spark of hope” can do wonders for me. I just pray that this sparkle continues to light all of the dark and hard times that I’ll encounter in my life.
In the town of Panville, there lived a young boy named Skylar. He was no ordinary boy…he was a PAPERBOY!
You’re thinking, “What’s so great about that?!” Well, it’s not the fact that he was a paperboy that was so amazing, but HOW he delivered the newspapers.
The whole neighborhood would watch and wait for Skylar to ride by on his “Commodore” bike.
You could tell the bike was old. Rust spots here and there, chipped paint, dings and dents were the things that gave Commodore character. And when Skylar rode it, they moved as one. It was pure magic.
Skylar could do things on his bike that others only dreamed of. He was able to jump over tall fences, spin in mid-air and move around obstacles with ease. When delivering newspapers, people would watch and be amazed at his spectacular riding performance.
The people on his route would always marvel at his feats.
Mrs. Smith enjoyed when Skylar hopped on one wheel over her rose garden and throw the paper right on her doorstep.
Mr. Payne clapped loudly whenever Skylar did a somersault over his fish pond and handed him the paper.
Little Suzie would cheer every time Skylar soared over her like a bird.
There was nothing that Skylar and his Commodore bike couldn’t do.
One day while on his route, he noticed a new family moving into his neighborhood. As the people unloaded their things, he saw a boy off to the side unpacking a long rectangular box with the name Quicksilver on it.
This caught Skylar’s attention, so he continued to watch the boy.
Out of the box came a shiny silver bike. The boy hopped on it and took off down the street. He whizzed by Skylar so fast that he was almost a blur. Skylar was truly impressed.
A few seconds later, the boy returned and skidded to a stop next to Skylar.
“Hi, I’m Frankie. What’s yours?” said the new boy.
“Skylar.”
Skylar stared at Frankie’s Quicksilver and then looked at his Commodore bike; he felt embarrassed.
Frankie asked “Hey, wanna race?”
Knowing how fast Frankie could ride, Skylar declined.
“Then how’s about we play follow the leader?” said Frankie.
Skylar thought that was something he could easily do. “Sure why not” he replied.
“Great, I’ll go first. Follow me” said Frankie.
The two boys took off with Frankie in the lead.
Up one street, down another. Around one block, then another and another. Skylar pedaled hard and fast but was not able to keep up with Frankie’s Quicksilver.
Frankie was so far ahead that Skylar simply gave up.
Skylar looked at his Commodore, “Why can’t you be fast like that! You’re old, I need a new bike. Maybe a new one like Quicksilver.” With that, he rode home.
Bright and early the next morning, Skylar leaped out of bed and made dash for his piggy bank. Just then, Skylar’s mom popped her head into his room, “What’re you doing?”
“I’m going to buy a new bike.”
“What’s wrong with the one you have now?” asked his mom.
Skylar answered firmly, “It’s not a Quicksilver.”
“Do you have enough saved up?” asked his mom.
“YES!” Skylar exclaimed.
“Okay then, I’ll take you down to the bike shop.”
“Thanks” said Skylar who was busy counting his money.
A few hours later, Skylar came down the street on his brand new Quicksilver. He saw Frankie and rode up to him.
“Hey, you got a bike just like mine” said Frankie.
“Yeah, isn’t that great! Now I can go just as fast as you. Wanna play follow the leader?” Skylar said in eagerness.
“Sure” responded Frankie.
“Okay, but this time…I’ll lead” Skylar extolled.
The two boys took off down the street and up another. Around one block, then another and another.
Skylar could not believe the speed of Quicksilver. He was truly excited. After a fun-filled day of follow the leader, Skylar went home.
He pulled into his garage and parked Quicksilver next to Commodore. He patted Quicksilver’s seat and said, “Boy, I’m glad I got you. You’re fast, can’t wait to use you on my route tomorrow.”
As night fell, the two bikes came alive.
Commodore moved closer to Quicksilver. “Hi I’m Commodore, what’s your name?”
Quicksilver moved away and answered in a fast paced tone. “Be careful…vroom, vroom, vroom…I don’t want any dirt on my new paint.”
“You sure move fast” Commodore noted.
“You bet…vroom, vroom, vroom.”
“Guess that’s why Skylar likes you. Can you do any tricks?” inquired Commodore.
“Who needs to do trick when you can move like me…vroom, vroom, vroom” said Quicksilver.
“I guess you’ll be able to help Skylar finish his paper route in no time. No wonder he wanted you” Commodore said in a sad tone.
“Yep…vroom, vroom, vroom…I was built for speed. Now if you don’t mind I need my rest so I can have energy to go fast tomorrow.”
“Oh okay. Good night” and with that a depressed Commodore moved back to his spot.
The next day came and Skylar burst into the garage with a bag full of newspapers. He carefully got onto Quicksilver, making sure not to scratch the paint.
“All right, I’ll finish my route in no time. This’ll be great!”
With that, off he went. VROOM, VROOM, VROOM, SWOOSH. Wind blowing in his face, hair flapping wildly about. Skylar liked the feeling of going fast.
The neighborhood knew it was time and waited anxiously for Skylar’s arrival.
SWOOSH! Skylar came charging down the street and readied the papers for his neighbors. Along the way, he noticed something different but couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
As he approached Mrs. Smith’s house, he tried to leap over her rose garden but Quicksilver would not budge.
CRUNCH! Quicksilver travelled so fast that it flattened Mrs. Smith’s rose garden and caused Skylar to send her newspaper crashing through her window.
Mrs. Smith was shocked, “OH NO! MY PRECIOUS FLOWERS!”
Skylar was moving so fast that he could not stop to apologize.
He sped onto his next destination: Mr. Payne.
“Vroom, vroom, vroom” was the only sound coming from Quicksilver.
“Something’s wrong” noted Skylar as he drew closer to Mr. Payne’s fish pond.
“Time to do our somersault over the fish pond” thought Skylar, “Don’t mess up.”
No good. SPLASH! Skylar and Quicksilver went through the fish pond, dowsing Mr. Payne with water and hitting him in the head with the paper in the process.
Mr. Payne rubbed his bruised head and in shock ran towards his pond, “OH NO! MY POOR FISH!”
Skylar was too far away and moving way too fast to say sorry.
Skylar soon thought to himself, “This is not going well. I’d better stop and walk the rest of my route before I wreck something else.”
He applied the brakes but Quicksilver would not stop. He tried again and again and again but nothing happened. It’s as if Quicksilver had a mind of its own.
“Why won’t you stop?!” wondered Skylar.
The only sound coming from Quicksilver was “Vroom, vroom, vroom!”
Skylar and Quicksilver sped down the street and was soon coming upon little Suzie’s house.
Suzie was waving at Skylar in total excitement, “Yea, Skylar’s coming! Yea!”
“Holy cow!” exclaimed a worried Skylar. He frantically pressed on the brake REAL HARD but nothing happened.
Quicksilver raced towards little Suzie.
“Vroom, vroom, vroom!”
He motioned to Suzie and yelled “GET OUT OF THE WAY!” but she was too busy cheering to hear. She was in real danger.
As he fast approached little Suzie, Skylar needed to take action. His eyes scanned the area for an answer to his problem.
“THAT’S IT!” Skylar barely managed to avoid hitting little Suzie by veering into a small stone wall.
“VROOM, VROOM, VROOM!”
As the wall fast approached, Skylar held onto the bike’s handle bars and propped his on the seat. He readied himself for impact.
“Get ready, five…four…three…two…one…” he leaped off. KA-BLAM! Quicksilver crashed into the wall as Skylar soared into the air like a bird.
KER-PLASH! He landed square into a neighbor’s swimming pool.
Little Suzie ran and peered over the wall, “WOW, THAT WAS NEAT! DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!”
“No thanks, once was enough for me” sighed a drenched Skylar. He hopped over the wall and took in the sight of his once brand new Quicksilver bike.
Pieces of it lay all over. One tire here, another tire there, handle bar bent, pedals broken off, bike chain lodged in crack of the wall and seat hanging on a nearby shrub.
In the middle of all this mess, lay a scratched up and warped frame.
Skylar shakes his head and gathers up what was once Quicksilver. He trudges back home.
“What a day, I’m beat.” Tired from a long day of chaos, Skylar tosses Quicksilver’s parts into the garage next to Commodore and goes into the house.
Commodore beheld this sight “OH NO, WHAT HAPPENED?!”
“I just wanted to go fast but Skylar wanted me to do things that I didn’t want to do. Like hop over a garden or somersault in the air or even jump high up” said a weary Quicksilver.
“I wasn’t meant to do that” Quicksilver said.
“But those are some of the best things and most exciting things to do” replied Commodore.
“Not for me it isn’t” said Quicksilver, “my biking days are through, I had enough excitement for one day.”
The next day came and Skylar appeared in the garage with his sack of newspapers. He took a moment to look at what was left of Quicksilver.
“Man, I only had you for a day and now you’re all busted and broken. I could go fast with you but I don’t know why I couldn’t do anything else. Where’s the fun in that?!”
Skylar then took a long hard look at Commodore. “I had you for years and years and was able to do a lot of tricks. You made my paper route fun. I knew what I could do with you, guess I should’ve stuck with you all along. I’ll never make that same mistake again.”
And with that, Skylar and Commodore ventured out of the garage ready to perform their acrobatic routine for the neighbors once again.
In an earlier post I had talked about my daughter wanting to learn how to dance…more specifically dance “K-Pop” style. Well, it’s been three months since I started this quest to help fulfill one of my daughter’s dream and it’s been going quite well.
We’re not quite where we want to be but I’m proud of the fact of how far we’ve both come along. I’m not a professional dancer by any means but I think we’re getting the hang of this style of dancing.
When my daughter wanted to learn how to dance, I originally anticipated her asking me about break dancing or popping. I was ecstatic and brushing off the cobwebs in a portion of my mind of all the old routines I used to do back in my heyday when I was a B-Boy (I wasn’t the best but I clearly wasn’t the worst).
Like I said earlier, when she wanted to learn “K-Pop” style, my mind went blank and I had absolutely no idea what that entailed. “Where do I start?” and “How am I going to pull this off?” were the only things that ran rampant in my mind.
K-Pop dancing has very intricate moves; it’s almost as if you are doing synchronized choreography. Dancing by yourself is one thing, but doing it at the same time with another and hitting your marks at the same time is DAMN TOUGH! These kids nowadays have much more rhythm than the kids I grew up with…simply amazing.
The things that helped me to get over this hump was the fact that she wanted to learn a routine from a specific Korean pop song and YouTube. YouTube is simply the best because you can learn just about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING on that site. I knew that can find a lot of stuff on YouTube but…WOW! Where was this when I was growing up?!
There were tons of tutorials and people doing dance covers that truly enlightened me as to the style that me and my daughter were about to learn.
After endless hours of watching the tutorials and clumsily mimicking the moves, we were inching our way towards our goal. Man, for someone my age, this quest is daunting. Not dancing since my high school and college days also added to the challenge.
Doing something like this with my daughter, however, is priceless. I was glad that my daughter took an interest in dancing, something that I LOVED to do when I was her age.
We got a lot of work ahead of us to complete our goal. And…“How long will that take?” Your guess is as good as mine but I take solace in the fact that we’ll get there. AND when we get there, I know we’ll get that sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that we were striving for. Hopefully it’ll be soon so that I can upload the video to my blog to show you the results and make you see that we can REALLY DANCE!
I could never fully understand the phrase “Dance like no one is watching”, guess I’ve always loved to dance so it never really mattered. Never took a single dance class in my life but learned from going to all those high school dances and watching other dancers from nightclubbing or from TV. I mimicked their moves and then put my own flair to it.
More than anything, I’ve always let the music dictate how I moved on the dance floor, sidewalk, bedroom or hallway. Never really cared if I looked funny, I was free to dance to my heart’s content. Really didn’t practice except when it came to popping and break dancing. Those were the only type of moves that needed to be perfected so that you didn’t look like crap.
But going back to that phrase, the reason why I brought that up was because my teenage daughter wants to learn how to dance. I thought to myself that this was a golden moment, I’ll offer up my services and in the process have a little father-daughter bonding experience. How hard would this be; she took dance lessons for a couple of years but that was back when she was 4 and 5 years old.
I asked her to show me what she remembered but she drew a blank. Then I asked her to show me any type of dance move and she was too embarrassed to do so.
I said to her “If you want to learn to dance, you can’t be afraid to show what you know even if it looks weird or stupid. If you get over that inhibition, then your body will be able to move more fluidly.” I’m not a dance teacher or professional by any means but in my opinion, if you’re not afraid of making an ass of yourself while dancing then you shouldn’t dance.
I asked her again, to just show me anything. There was a hesitation at first but then she “manned up” and showed me what was in her dance repertoire. It was a bit rough and her coordination was slightly off but was impressive nonetheless. I commended her for doing that and assured her that the hard part was over and I can teach her what I know.
As I was about to display some of my “go to” moves, she blurted out that she wanted to learn hip hop. I thought to myself “I can manage that, it wouldn’t be the greatest but it shouldn’t be a problem.” I came up with a move in my head and was about to display it when she added…”It has to be k-pop style.”
WAIT! WHAT?!!! K-POP STYLE, WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN?!
She wanted to learn a dance routine from a k-pop group that she thought was cool. Now I had to check this out; I immediately went on YouTube and called up the video. I had to admit, it was pretty awesome but way out of my league…but as a father trying to impress his child, I would never admit that.
“I can teach you that. Just let me watch it for a while and we can get started” I told her.
“Cool” was her only reply. And with that she buried her face into her phone and was off in her little world.
So now I am tasked with learning an intricate dance routine and breaking it down into simple steps to teach my daughter. What have I gotten myself into!? This was surely a daunting task but I’m up for the challenge. Don’t know how long it will take but I’m making it my mission to making my daughter mimic those moves fluidly and in the process adding more moves to my dance repertoire.
I’ll update my progress in future blogs and hopefully will post a video of the end result. Here’s to a victorious end…TALLY HO!
Since I was a young boy, I’ve been a product of the TV generation. It was always TV, TV, TV…could never quite get into listening to the radio to pass the time away. For me it was, “What’s the latest thing on TV that’ll keep my attention for this week” scenario. I was glued to the TV anxiously waiting for the latest cartoon or live action show that really and truly “WOWed” me.
It was a time when there was no cable TV or 24 hour viewing of thousands upon thousands of channels. It was either black & white or color TV with three or four stations that had a sign on and sign off time…this meant that television stations started their broadcast day at 5 or 6am and went dark at 12 midnight. Believe me this really sucked and wished I could’ve been born in the 21st Century.
But as product of growing up in Honolulu, Hawaii in the 70’s with KIKU-TV, I was fortunate to view different types of shows that the rest of the nation were not readily exposed to. I got to see:
Kikaida & Kikaida-01
Rainbow Man
Kamen Rider V-3
Go Rangers
Inazuman
Denjin Zaboga
and
Akumaizer 3
Every week I made sure that the adults knew that Saturday’s between 6-7pm was my time to watch “my” programs. This was my world and I absolutely LOVED IT! It was such a mind trip seeing these fantastical beings doing action stuff.
I couldn’t get enough of it. Week in and week out my mind would wonder what each new episode would reveal. After their run ended, the station broadened their scope and started featuring such cartoons like:
Yuusha Raideen
Getter Robo G
I called them cartoons because back then that’s what they were known as “cartoons”; anime was not readily said in those times. Watching this was a change of pace from the “live action” stuff, but was AWESOMELY COOL nonetheless. After its run, the station starting airing more passive cartoons like
Candy Candy and Ikkyu-San; granted I gave it a shot and watched a couple of episodes but quickly decided that it was not my usual fare. A couple years after, that station soon stopped airing kids’ shows and concentrated on more adult themed programs.
As I advanced in age, I started watching the usual stuff like G.I. Joe, Transformers, Thundercats, and Silverhawks but nothing really captured my attention as “MUST SEE.” My life felt a little hollow and there were times when I longed to be fully invested in something different again.
In the late 80’s, our household got cable; back then the viewing was not like how it is in 2016, channels didn’t quite reach the 100 mark but it was different nonetheless.
One fateful day, I flipped the channel to Fuji Television and stumbled across Hokuto No Ken (Fist of the North Star).
With eyes widened and mouth agape; I stood there in silence. I was completely floored; the animation wasn’t as crude like it was in the 70’s and the action was off the charts. As soon as it ended I had an “OMG WTF just happened!!!” moment.
Something stirred from within; that hollow space was now whole again and I had to watch another episode, and another, and another. This became “MUST SEE” TV for me again. It was my first exposure to the world of Japanese animation…I became invested in a series once again and I LIKED IT!
The series ran for a couple of years and ended to my dismay. I was starved for more and eagerly scoured their listing for any and all new animation but no such luck. More adult themed shows popped up again and I was back to feeling empty inside.
Fast track to the 90’s…with the advent of the internet and the progression it made, I soon stumbled across internet sites where they featured Japanese “anime” for viewing entertainment. Now this was where I first came across the term “anime” and was awed at all the types of series that were out there.
The graphics were more refined and the movement and action were almost human-like. This was mind-blowingly insane and there were no words to describe my thoughts. I viewed a whole bunch of anime but was somehow drawn at the time to a series called Naruto.
Naruto
I liked the concept and idea of the shinobi and their fighting aspects AND I thought the hand gestures to use certain jutsu’s was remarkably cool to boot. I followed the Naruto series religiously and all of the movies in-between.
When it ended, I was depressed that I would follow the same pattern as before BUT was pleasantly surprised that it continued on in the form of Naruto Shippuden…AND there were more movies to follow as well. I was in absolute heaven…so, this was “anime”…it was purely orgasmic to be a part of this world.
Naruto Shippuden
Living in the 21st Century and having two kids who are into “anime” helps to broaden my horizons as well. They introduce me to shows that they think I might like:
One Punch Man
Attack On Titan
Parasyte
With a cornucopia of anime programs out there, it’s impossible to view every single one. Having extra pair of eyes helps to filter the awesome ones from the not so interesting ones. Such a time saver.
I’m glad that I went on this journey of discovery (and evolution) of Japanese animation. AND through all this, I learned that “anime” was not just a thing…but a way of life. It was a lifestyle that I had to experience to fill a part of my soul.
I can’t believe that one year ago I started a blog…ME of all people. At the behest of my manager, Alexia, I needed to create a blog site to promote myself on social media. She’s such a savy person when it comes to that so who am I to argue.
When I set up my journey on creating my site, I was a complete novice. No experience whatsoever. There were times when I felt like I needed to hire someone to do this for me so that I can skip all the clutter and get to the details of just writing.
I am so glad that I opted to do this on my own. It was rough at first but soon I got the hang of the process it took to set up a site I could call my own. Yes, you can truly “teach an old dog new tricks.” I am in no way an expert yet but I’m still in the process of learning all the intricacies to fixing my blog site to get it to how I want.
Once I got something up, the question was what was I going to write. I had no clue as to what direction I was going to take. I perused other sites and soaked in what they had to offer; soon I got to thinking that I should just write about whatever I felt like I needed to convey to anyone who would stumble across my site.
I wrote about anything and everything, my experiences, my family, my children, my pets, being a screenwriter, writing in general, poetry, what it took to be a writer, about life, pet peeves, being an eternal optimist, trying to be positive and so on and so forth.
It didn’t matter what I wrote I just needed to write. And I made a promise that I would write something each week regardless if it was eloquent or rough around the edges. I just needed to write. I made this promise to myself and I intended to keep it.
Well, it’s been a year and I’m proud to say that I’ve written something every week. I’ve kept my promise and will continue to do so until I decide otherwise. In the scheme of things, I felt like being a blogger was therapeutic. I got to sound off about a lot of things and was most satisfied that I got to share it…even if no one read it. Writing was writing after all and I am trying to better myself in this craft that I love.
I’m happy I started this journey and am truly excited to see where I’ll be next year. The future is unwritten and I’m looking forward seeing how my site will grow. I am honored to be one of the millions of bloggers in this world expressing myself through my site.
Babysitting is difficult and often considered a chore
To those that see this as a task will often hate it more
Watching over children is quite difficult to do,
when their screaming and yelling are all taunting you
Your patience is tried, your nerves are all bent,
you wonder and wonder where your intelligence went
“Why me?! Why me?!” is what you will think,
The message is clear, damn you need a drink
Before that sip is taken, think back and reminisce
of those great childhood days that you so often miss
To be a child and see the fun things in life
is better than coping with the stress and the strife
Being happy, carefree, while being young and so small
is the greatest feeling to have most of all
It’s no different now than it was back before
Only thing is you understand it even more
You’ve now realized what your parents went through
You’ve known all along it would happen to you
Take heed my child for you’ve surely grown
Let this come to mind and let it be known
Your help was required because you understand and care
Your sympathy and kindness to the children should you share
So remember this poem for one day you’ll see
You’ll go through this again when you start your family.
Midlife, Maniacal & Me 