Written for Daily Post Photo Challenge- Harmony
Written for Daily Post Photo Challenge- Harmony
It was utter chaos; voices from the announcers, buzz from all the small talk that turned into noise, and the movements seemed to add a cherry to the icing.
Every one had somewhere to go. The mothers were rushing to take their children to school, those that worked the night shift were rushing to connect with their beds while there were others that need to get to work in the next minute or so.
There seemed to be no connection in all this. However, looking at it from another perspective, I realize that what connects us all is the urgency we possess, the need to get somewhere as fast as possible.
Written for Daily Post – Connection
There were times when the difference between white and gray was somewhat unnoticed. That is not to say that I was color blind, but I found no vibrancy exuding from either colors.
However, now that I am older, I realize that life is best lived in appreciation than complaining and grumbling.
I can now appreciate a meal even when it does not meet my tastes. That is all because a floppy meal is better no meal.
I have learned to appreciate a noisy house because noisy children are better than no children at all.
It is all in this contrast that I have learned to appreciate things better than I used to.
Written for Daily Post – Contrast
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I am thankful for my little ones. The milestones that they have hit are so amazing. It is really a joy to see them grow and blossom.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you about how far I have come with my blog. I am glad that I can write a story out of a picture. Years back, that was impossible.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you how passionate I am about parenting and children with special needs. That is why I started my blog and I thrilled that I have learned how to talk about these subjects even in a photo challenge.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you how bothered I am with family planning methods. I have tried a number of them and I hate the way they mess up my body. Oh these hormones, I hate them.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I am glad that I embarked on the journey called salvation. It has not been easy. However, when I look back, I am glad that I made the first step.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I can not wait to turn my blog page into a fully fledged website. Oh how I long for that day. Finances, where are you? I need you here, duty calls.
Waking up seemed laborious, I still needed a few hours to keep my sleepy eyes closed as I poured out the tiredness in my bones. But hey, duty calls, so I am up and about, doing my daily chores.
I have just seen my little family off to their various destinations. My mind is clogged with what needs to get done. So I just told myself, “deal with them one at a time.” That paid off as I started ticking off one chore after another.
Time is flying by so fast yet I have not yet had my breakfast. Nonetheless, I am happy with my progress. I guess I will just hurry up, get done and put something in my stomach.
Oh yeah, I am finally done with my weekend clean up. Taken a bath and I am sitting down for a cup of tea and my creation of beans and flour chapatti, hhhaaaaa. A little TV and checking my messages sees the hour fly by lazily.
Time for my daily devotion hour. Off to talk to my Maker.
Still feeling satisfied, I go ahead to look at my emails as I tackle my blogging tasks.
Bible study time, though with this heat, I am feeling so sleepy and tired. But I need to do this, it keeps me alive, going and sane.
Time for lunch and some more blogging.
Time for a nap. Catch you later
I need to clean my house with all this dust that the wind has been blowing around. My little family has come back, so it is time to deal with the little ones and tackle the laundry.
With children bathed, fed and in bed, laundry done I can tackle some more blogging back log. I am glad that I am covering more ground and clearing up my table. Soon, I shall be able to blog with less tension. That is not to say that I do not love it, I do, it keeps my mind rolling and active.
“I know it’s only been three weeks…but within these walls, it seems like eternity”
“I am not sure if ever I will play with my dolls, or if I will see mummy and daddy”
“The nights are terribly short and cold, while the days long and intensely laborious”
“Oh, how my fingers hurt and my legs ache, my feet swell and smell so bad but I have no way around it.”
“Peering through this window, I can only imagine what goes on beyond these walls”
These are random thoughts of a girl caged in misery and pain with no hope of escape. The longings in her heart are far from attainable, yet she soldiers on.
There are many out there like her, sold into slavery, early marriages and the like. Could it be abject poverty that drives them into this? Or is it the greed of their parents? Is it the hungry statesmen and women or the poor laws that govern their country?
It is not just girls, even boys face such dire circumstances. What have we done to help them?
As I prepare her for her first day at school, she so excited and I know that she has been waiting for this day for so long. I wait for her after school and the excitement has not waned a tad bit. How you love school darling, I am proud of you. You never cease to amaze me with your enthusiasm and energy.
Watching her sit through her first hair plaiting session made me smile. I barely heard ooohhhss and aaahhhhsss. I was in awe, how does she do that? She must really love the transformation from mummy doing it to a professional weaving their magic on her head. I am proud of you darling
Watching him hold his cup with little or no spills is amazing. I did not know that this day would come so soon. I am proud of you my muchkin.
Listening to him saying, “Thank you mummy”, the best way he knows how is really heart warming.
Hey, I am proud of how proud I am about my babies. It has been a journey. Not to say that it has ended but I choose to celebrate every milestone. You have come a long way my darlings and I do not take it for granted.
Indeed, I am proud of how proud I feel about you because I have been part of this journey. I can’t wait to see more, and I shall not be bored when it takes it time to come by. It is part of the process.
Written for Daily Post – Pat on the Back
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