There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Monday, November 17

Not Sleeping

And I don't know why. I think I am over excited actually. Maybe a bit anxious about some tickets I need to clear up before Thanksgiving. I have some nagging self indulgent worries about my mothering abilities. In addition, my mind is playing games with me about my ankle. And why I am not walking yet. Now there is someone new that calls to me from across the miles, keeping my mind further occupied with pleasant thoughts and images.

I am tired though! I wish I could sleep... sigh.


  1. I looked over the little man blog. such an excellent idea! you are a great mother Melanie.
    There is no recipy for motherhood.

  2. I want to share something with you. Before my father died he said to me "you have to teach children". He died five years ago and I still have him in my mind almost daily.
    That is all we have to do for our children, teach them what we know, which includes doing laundry together, cooking together, cleaning together etc. the things that we know how to, the daily 'must do' stuff.. mothering abilities..

    I know how my mind play games. I know how to stop it.I know how to stop the unwanted thought. I silently start to sing the moment it appears in my mind and it does overpower the thought that bullies me. It goes away, I forget it.
    I hope that will help you too.

    I know we are creatures that think, but what we think is up to us, and it better be positive. Better to sing then be miserable.

  3. thank you ela for the wise words. I appreciate you.