When Weeping Willows Dont Weep….

Weeping Willow (1918-19) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

by SkyRooster

I’m moved to complete indifference.

I’m not sad ,hurt ,confused, angered, disappointed or scared. My accuser of my emotions has told me as such. “Your irrational” I’ve been told. None of the common human emotions are acceptable apparently. When you have been lied on and to repeatedly, you’re to have no other emotion but perhaps acceptance of the situation.

Betrayal and broken trust is to slide down smoothly like a fine wine. Each day to continue like the next, all the while knowing your character is being presented in a incorrect deceitful manner. Not by some stranger or acquaintance,but by someone whom you’ve loved. By someone who has told you they love you….the accuser of my emotions. 

Motherhood blessings

by SkyRooster

 

 

I have 6. 6 beautiful healthy children ranging in ages from 27 to 7 years old. 3 boys and 3 girls. A Brady Bunch if you will. I’ve been birthing and raising babies since I was 19 and now at 46, I am certainly glad I’m done..at least with the birthing part.

I realize that no amount of education or job experience could have taught me as much as parenting the “herd”. All of my profound life lessons have been taught to me, through the experience of my pregnancies,child birth and through parenting, and it isnt over yet.

Allow me to share with you.  

Middle-age Madness

by SkyRooster

My mother and I never really had an about life conversation except one. Upon turning 40, she made it a point to enlighten me that there would come a day soon, when I would wake up and feel like everything had changed. The problem with this conversation is she didnt expound upon such change. For me, the magic number was 42.

Aaaaaaah, yes….42.

It was as if I did wake up an entirely different person in someone eles body. No longer could I jump down off a chair with ease. No. Now the experience leaves me with an electrical current, surging throughout my entire body. The pain lasts only a few seconds but is a quick reminder of the crossover stage in my life.

It would have been nice if my mother would have mentioned that I would immediatley become ultra-conservative with a very strong opinion. Overnight I willingly adopted the attitude of,“I will speak my mind and dont give a rats ass who disagrees.” I was in shock to find myself listening and agreeing with Republican points of view! Strange twist, comming from an Ol’ Dead Head whose political agenda was “Love the one you’re with.”

Now mind you, this was an immediate transition. A transition from coloring my hair just to change the color to..coloring my hair to hide the gray and pray it lasts longer then 3.5 days! A transition from being able to eat anything I want to,to  eating a green pepper that will bloat and give me gas for days and the mere thought of a cupcake will form a tire that begins mid lower back and proceeds to the front of my stomach. A tire that now requires, yes, exercise and no longer a 3 day fasting! As well, I now must hold all reading material an entire arms distance and no amount of lotion is going to tighten up the skin on the back of my hands. And dont even get me started on the wild hairs!.One could only hope that their husband would notice and point out the 6 inch wild hair protruding from my collar bone. Nope. Made that mad discovery all on my own.