Munchkin and I looking our best upon completion of her first year of ballet. The class gave parents a beautiful show. The seriousness of it all got to me however and while the class did their performances, I made monkey 🐵 faces at her to make her smile. She did, and in one routine she danced towards me and made a monkey face herself, causing those around the room to laugh and smile. I’m not sure if that upset the ballet instructor or not, but making memories such as these is what life is all about.
SAT Studying and Reward
My constant. The one person who's always there for me whenever I need a lift-me-up. Even when I make her study with me for her first SAT exam hehe. FIGHTING FACE at Phillip and Patricia Frost Museum of Science after a good study session this past Sunday! Wishing her luck today on her exam!
A Broken Down Song
Parchment lies down flat.
A canvas for me to express through.
E-mailing, text messages, and even phone calls collapse.
Two echo voices of selfish views.
Closed off to other sounds.
A new approach to a broken down song.
An old way of writing.
Insecure choice of words.
By candlelight, dipping into Ink that personifies.
Pen nib caressing parchment, lightly scratching.
A flow of words and Ink.
The heart's way of expression.
Pauses between thoughts to feed pen.
Forced to introspect between sentences.
Brief interludes that feel like an eternity.
Dying each time.
Knowing the attempt is in vain.
But through this, a passion is born.
At a birthday party, Blu is on top of the monkey bars and a parent comes up to me and says...
"Aren't you afraid she'll fall?"
"So why do you seem so calm?"
"Well, I have to let her be free to take risks. If she falls, she'll learn. If she doesn't, she'll feel accomplished."
She did not fall.