I Am Your Child

Okay, I missed Valentine's Day but wanted to post something regarding love anyway. It's related to the love between a parent and child. A poem I wrote quite a long time ago, but worth sharing. Enjoy!


I Am Your Child

Take a little time
Slow down just for me
I want a little attention
I have so many questions, you see
I am your child
On you I rely
To solve life’s many mysteries
And dry my tears when I cry
I try not to be too needy, or ask too much
I know I don’t always do as I’m told
I do try to listen once in awhile
Cause I don’t like it when you scold
In spite of that, I love you
You’re a hero in my eyes
In ever way I try to be like you
I wonder if you even realize
Please slow down just for me
I try very hard to keep up with you
Sometimes I’m running at a frantic pace
For every step you take, I hafta’ take two
Maybe we could go for a walk
Have a discussion on ladybugs
Read that new book we bought
Or maybe just share some hugs

Moody Monday Rant!!!

I remember a time when I was simply a reader. I would pick up a book and escape to a new world, somewhere I had never been, a place of make believe. I could become the heroine, the damsel in distress or even the sassy sidekick, who ever I wanted to be. I could live in a world where love is greater than anything else. I relished in every word, floated into their lives and literally could not put the book down until I had read every last word! (I'm the same way with movies, I refuse to stop a movie halfway through, even if it's bad)

But no longer I am just a reader now that I have become a writer....I am a critiquer. I can't simply enjoy those words, I have to scrutinize, pick them apart and wonder how I could have written that any differently. While I do believe I am learning and growing from all of it, darn it, sometimes I just want to be a reader! I don't want to carry my notepad and pen every where I decide to curl up with my book, book light percariously attached to the top so the hubby doesn't huff and puff at me.

I want to block it out and get carried away from the real world, but alas, I am a writer now, so books will never be the same from me. Don't get me wrong I will never stop reading, that is a passion that will never die, it just isn't the same anymore.

Savvy Is A Superb Read

I recently read Savvy by Ingrid Law, it is a middle-grade novel intended for ages seven to twelve. It was recently selected as a Newbery Honor book.

Savvy tells the story of Mibs Beaumont who is on the verge of turning thirteen. In the Beaumont family when you turn thirteen, your savvy is unveiled. A savvy is that individuals special ability or power. Mibs has one brother whose touch sparks electricity, and another who can stir up storms when near large bodies of water. Mibs is just sure her savvy will be the most special yet.

Just before her birthday and revelation of her savvy arrive, her father is in an accident. Suddenly her family is scattered and her birthday is not their top concern. Mibs is convinced her savvy will help heal her father. So she, along with family, and friends stow away on a bus, sure it will take them closer to Mr. Beaumont.

They wind up on a journey that takes them more than just miles, but on a journey of self discovery; learning who they are as people, along the way. In the end Mib’s quest for individuality is not the burning desire it once was. She also finds out, it may not be her savvy that helps her father, as much as good, old fashioned love.

I would recommend this book. The characters are unforgettable and the story line grabbed my attention and held it. The deeper meanings were deftly woven within the story, making it a great read for all ages.

Love is...

A group of professionals asked 4 to 8 year olds, 'What does love mean?' The answers were braoder and deeper than they could have imagined. Here's a few:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenalis anymore, So, my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca-age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know your name is safe in their mouth." Billy-age 4

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy-age 6

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him to make sure the taste is ok." Danny-age 7

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri-age 4

Stay tuned for more....

Ruby Belle

Moody Mondays

Why is it that being a stay at home mom automatically makes some people believe I have all the time in the world to work on my "hobby" aka my writing? First off, I don't consider writing to be a hobby it's more of passion, something that needs to happen for me to maintain my own sanity and I don't have all day to write. I love my daughter too much to neglect her for my laptop, although reading other blogs can be addictive.

I am a mom and spend my days chasing runny noses, encouraging imagination, building block towers, changing diapers, cleaning, picking up toys, laundry and more laundry, errands... and repeat. All while making sure my curious kiddo stays safe, eats well and doesn't climb the bookshelf. I do this, cook dinner, help hubby with dishes (yes, he does dishes and makes awesome waffles) do bath time with hubby (again I'm lucky, he's a great papa bearz), relax for a bit...maybe squeeze in a sitcom or good book and than if I'm lucky get in my writing after 10 pm. Plus, I'm married to a wonderful man (see above) who enjoys my attention too. I love it, all of it well not the laundry part but the rest I love...truly.

I love writing too and would love to spend more time doing it, but besides sneaking in research and reading blogs during nap time, the bulk of my writing is done after my work day, at night, in small moments of inspiration when I can fit it in, like the rest of the working world. Ok, that's my rant for this Moody Monday. What's yours? If you don't have one and are having a particularly good day...let me know. I could use the pick me up :P.
-Topaz Blue