Count the small things in your beautiful life

My beautiful lovely girl is growing like a wild seed not only by the inches but in such a sweet pure sense of the world through her eyes. I have been given the wonderful gift of Becca sharing with me the beauty that often goes unseen, or simply unappreciated. It's the small things that make the big picture. At times I am left speechless, as I can do nothing but stare in awe.

The other day I was an emotional roller coaster. It's when little Becca saw my frustration in trying to get the house in order that she said so sweetly. 'Mom, if people come over and the house is a mess.... that's ok, your doing a good job'

Free

I've never felt so free... Soaring without limits. Without restraint. No rules. No technique. Just free. I danced this evening in my backyard like I was the only one in the universe. Alone and free to do whatever I pleased. In my barefeet and my long un-mowed grass, I was completely capable of anything.

I bought yesterday at a garage sale a CD of the original cast of 'The Lion King' on broadway soundtrack. Seeing as how for my birthday next Saturday I will be seeing 'The Lion King' live in Ottawa I couldn't resist. So this evening I let loose, and felt so alive. It seemed as the sun began to set, and the song 'The circle of Life' blared from the player, the night life came out to dance as well.

A New Beginning

To my readers,

It's been a long while since I have actually sat down and wrote a quality post in my blog. Partly because I have not set that time for myself and partly because at the end of the day I am exhausted. BUT... I am challenging myself to a new beginning, and a complete and total change of life style. I have committed atleast 90 days to get my health back on track because I deserve it. My body deserves it and I know that in the end it will all be worth while. I believe that not only my life will change but the quality of my life will change. I would like to see myself writing more, and I feel like in some way I have found my inspiration and the funny thing is, I haven't even begun. My 90 days begins on my birthday of this year on Agust 6th, 2011. Why??? Because I wanted my followers to get insight on the habits I have picked up over the years, and see first hand the addictive qualites and behaviors I will soon conquer without changing a thing. Please join me on my countdown, and my journey to a new beginning. Thank you for your support.

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The 'Originals'

This was where I got my start, where I began from scratch my business as a home daycare provider. My little girl has grown with the daycare, and has shared a sister like bond with my two 'originals' I call them.

From babies, to toddlers, to preschoolers. They've grown up right before my eyes.

I have been thinking more about writing in these past few days than I have in a long time. I realize that I go through patterns of love it, love it, love it until I seem to hit a nerve that strikes an oh so sensitive chord within and then I disappear.

One Step Behind You

I used to follow you just one step behind, as you explored the world without fear.

Where?

Where can I go, where there is someone I know?
Where can I stay, where I don't feel like running away?
Where can I find, peace of mind?

Making meals for a three year old is tricky. Let me rephrase that. 'Making meals for my three year old is tricky'. There is not a whole lot of stuff that she really likes, or is even willing to try but I like to encourage her to try atleast one bite. This evening was a typical Friday throw something together last minute type of meal. For myself I thawed some left over Shephards pie out of the freezer, for Becca, we scoured the fridge together comprimising on what she could have. She wanted pita bread, agreed. 'Now pick a vegetable' I tell her.
'This will be my vegetable' She says, picking out a mixed berry yogurt.
We playfully argued back and forth, then agreed upon a carrot. Peeled, whole and uncooked. Works for me.
'I want olives!!!' She says excitedly. 'I love olives!'

At the table we had a discussion about foods we like and dislike, and olives happen to be one of my top 10 dislikes. 'Why don't you like olives?' she asks with such curiousity.
'I don't like how they taste.' I say. It was then that she poked a tiny little olive onto the tip of her fork, and held it out for me to taste.
'You have to try it mommy. I need to see that you don't like it.'
Sure I could have protested against it, and politely turned down her offer but what example would I have taught my little girl watching and waiting to see if I would live up to the one bite rule. Without any hesitation, I took the olive into my mouth and experienced the bitter salty flavour that hadn't changed since the last time I tried it. Nevertheless, I managed to get it down.

Conquer fear or let fear control you
Find the strength to get through
And do what you need to do.

It's your life
It's your decision
It's your dream
It's your vision
It's your responsibility
It's your choice
It's your feelings
It's your voice
It's your time
It's your chance
It's your move
It's your plan
It's your passion
It's your heart
It's your beginning
It's your fresh start

All or nothing, no regrets
So long as you know, you've done your best

It's been a long while. A VERY LONG WHILE. I will be back soon... and will take off right where I left.