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

Reset

Today while others change their clocks, 

Im pressing the 

Reset Button

...on life.