Sunday, March 14, 2010

After a While

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.
~Veronica A. Shoffstall

Bed Time

The number one rule in art is, there is no rules. The number one rule to being a parent is, well...there are no rules for that either. If there was, they would all be written in a book and parenting would be easy. I say, write your own book. Mold your children the way you want. Our home is full of the arts and creativity and I wouldnt want it any other way! Here is an example of that. Ever since Samantha could talk, Ive been teaching her a new song just about every week. Good night Blogger, I will see you on the flip side of my dreams! ~A.Delight


Today while others change their clocks, 

Im pressing the 
Reset Button
...on life.