for Jasmine’s 18th birthday

I know that is actually 2 hours into the day after your birthday, sweetie.  I meant to get this post in much earlier, but some stuff came up that had to be done if Lunatic and I (along with everyone else here) wanted to keep a roof over our heads.  I just finished cleaning and organizing the office, as well as helping to clean the rest of the house.  So, this is the first chance I’ve had to get online since I woke up yesterday morning.

Anyway, I don’t know if you will see this; but I want you to know that I am thinking about you and I miss you with all my heart.  I hate that I have missed out on so much of your life.  I tried to appeal the court’s decision, but was told that my request for an appeal was untimely (even though I got my request in with a week to spare before the cut off date). 

Happy birthday Jasmine.  Always remember that I have never stopped loving you and Robin.  You are my babies and you always will be.  You are always in my thoughts and in my heart.  No matter what happened and what the state of Michigan says, you always were and always will be my daughters.  I am proud to be your mother.  I was always proud of you, and am sure I will always have reason to be proud of you in the future.  I hope you haven’t forgotten me, as I have never forgotten you and Robin.  I hope we can be together again soon.

Love,

Mom

for my love

You are my knight in shining armor.

You are my hero every day.

I just want you to know,

Forever by your side I will stay.

You love me for who I am,

Not who you hope I will be.

I love you with all my heart,

Because you love me for me.

I wait impatiently for the day,

That I become your wife.

So I can be with you,

For the rest of my life.

 

I love you baby!!!

for my girls

I couldn’t sleep last night, and I wound up staying up until 4:30 this morning chatting with fadra.  It was a really nice chat, and was nice being able to “talk” to someone who has been through  events similar to mine with my girls.  I told her about a poem I had written then cross-stitched for my girls not long before I lost thm, and she suggested that I do as I had been thinking and post it to my blog.  So, here it is.

                            

             My love for you is always there.                                                                    

       My knowedge and wisdom, I will share.

            My love for you is strong and pure.

               I’m here for you, of that be sure.

                   My love for you has no end.

                 On my guidance, you can depend.

                     And even when I’m far away,

                       Know I love you every day.

 

I know it is not very good, and a bit corny, but I wrote it for my girls Robin and Jasmine; and it is how I feel about them now and always.

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My shopping horror story happened when my oldest daughter was eleven, and is actually two horror stories in one. My daughter had just started puberty and I had promised to take her to get her first bra. I had decided to run all my errands at once since I had borrowed my grandma’s car. First we went pick up my grandma’s prescriptions, then it was on to the neighborhood Meijer, where I could get my groceries and go bra shopping in the same store.

As we were going through the grocery section, my six year old would not stay with me; and I could not lift her into the cart because I had a sprained wrist. I kept getting dirty looks because she kept running up and down the aisles then running back to me and trying to put junk food in my cart. For once, my eleven year old was staying with me.

When I kept telling my youngest that she couldn’t have the items she was trying (with no luck) to “sneak” into the cart, she proceeded to throw a fit in the middle of the store. It was then that I remembered why I didn’t usually bring my girls to the grocery store with me. My rule is that if they don’t behave, we leave the store; but this time I couldn’t do that. I had promised my oldest that she could get a bra, and she was behaving. I couldn’t break my promise.

I did finally get embarrassed enough by the outbursts of my youngest that I left my cart near the front of the store and left the grocery department. We went to the girl’s department in search of bras and some new school clothes. I had no trouble finding a bra that fit my oldest, but then my youngest decided it was time to embarrass her sister. She stood in the middle of the girl’s department and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs, “I WANT A BRA TOO, MOMMY!” My oldest turned beet red and wanted to leave the store.

We did leave, without my groceries and without school clothes, but with the bra. I had promised. Within five minutes, we were back in the store, after reaching the car and finding that we had a flat tire AND a dead battery. My youngest had flipped on the dome light before we got out of the car and I didn’t realize it. I called a friend to give me a jump and help change the tire, but he couldn’t come for 4 hours. I wound up taking the bus home with one mortified child and one overly rambunctious child who wouldn’t sit still.

After that, I left either both girls or at least my youngest with my grandma when I needed to go shopping.

Hello world!

Hello, Lunaticwriter’s Freakyangel here. Don’t be surprised if my blog is often filled with random ramblings, as I am never sure what to say. Those who know me will find this hard to believe, seeing as I am rather locquacious most of the time. Of course, those who know me probably know that I tend to ramble on randomly no matter what. So, maybe my posts here won’t surprise any of you.