Tales of a Honey Bee

Let's be real.  There is very little relaxation going on when we take our children to the pool.  Sure, it sounds like a nice idea.  Lying in the lawn chair, sipping a cold drink, all while enjoying my latest read; it doesn't get much better than that!   Then  we get there and I realize, THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE WATER! After I have lathered everyone up with sunscreen, set up the pools chairs, and wrangled the pool floaties blowing away, I am ready to relax!  That's funny, because as soon as my kids hear me exhale, I swear they can actually hear it, they start in with the, "Mom, watch me! Watch me!"  I spend the next thirty-minutes watching them jump in the pool no less than 300 times.  I have seen them go forwards, backwards, side-ways, eyes closed, tongue out, left arm up, right arm up, elbows out, elbows in... the possibilities are endless.  Believe me.  ENDLESS. After the "show" is over, it looks like I will finally get to...

Mother Mother One Word So many meanings Without you there would not be life I see myself in your eyes The way you act The words you say And just your whole persona Your laughter always brings a smile to my face You are also my friend Someone I can act goofy with And giggle over the craziest things When you tell me you are proud of me Be proud of yourself Because who I am Is a reflection of you I love you Mother's Day  May 14th, 2000 I wrote this poem for my mom and gave it to her as a gift on Mother's Day in 2000. I was twenty-one years old.  I was so naive, or maybe innocent, back then.  The thought of not having my mother with me never really crossed my mind.  Now here I am, eighteen years later, wondering how I have lived without her for the past nine years.   I always feel a little guilty on Mother's Day.  I know how I am supposed to feel/act.  I am supposed to fawn over my own children and t...