Touch the sky every morning
Touch the moon every night
Dream of wonder
Then make it come to light
Live for adventure
There is nothing holding you back
Let nothing stop you that crossed your path
Every day is anew
Every night is full too
Of time to accomplish all the dreams you want to
So dig deep in your soul and gather all of your dreams
Then let your mind be released to to plan and scheme
We have been given the gift of life
We all come with the same parts
We just need to use them right
Hope for peace
Strive for truth
And enjoy the ride you have nothing to lose.
Death will come whether we like it or not
Do something with your life or do nothings at all
the choice is yours to rise or to fall


A Million Words About My son

My son came home from his first day of school very proud to announce that he did not have any homework, but I did.  I had to write a million words about him.  While I questioned the million words part of the assignment over and over.. a million? I have been thinking about “my homework” the past two days.  Who is my son?

When I recently looked through photos of my son starting from the day he was born all I could say was; “Yep, that’s Jett”.. from day one. Jett was Jett in my womb at 12 weeks when we saw him on the ultrasound sucking his thumb, Jett was Jett when he was born and just wanted to snuggle, Jett was Jett when at age 4 he would not wear anything except his Buzz Lightyear costume day in and day out.. and night in and night out for years.  I wrote in my book that my daughter saved my life and my son brought joy back in to my life.  On line the Urban Dictionary states this as the meaning of Jett:

An awesome person, who loves life, who sees life through innocent eyes! And is the true meaning of life!
Jett is the True meaning of life!
I find this definition spot on.  Years ago I went to a psychic and with out knowing my sons name she told me to keep a Jett stone by me! And I do every day of my life.
Jett did not want to start school…ANY YEAR.  In preschool if I let his father take him to school he would throw a tantrum on the floor and my husband would bring him home.  When I did get him to stay at school by running out of the classroom and closing the door or handing him off to a teacher screaming he would be wearing his Buzz Lightyear costume and Cars slippers, both of which were not allowed in school.  Things did not get easier starting Kindergarten as he was the only child that cried out: “Mommy don’t leave me” when he saw me through the fence walking to my car.  This year it “might have” gotten a little bit easier.
Jett has always hated doing work and homework of any kind. I am refusing to do his homework for him anymore as I hate it too, and have been crying about it nightly since it started in Kindergarten.  Jett loves to use his imagination and play.  When Jett finds a world he loves he likes to stay in it, especially after bed time.  Lett loves Super Hero’s and if you do not know the difference between Marvel and DC you better start googling it now. Jett has transitioned from BEING Buzz Lightyear, to Spiderman, to Batman.  Now, with the discovery of the video game Halo we have now entered into a new phase of life.  Even though he is getting older, and has had many girlfriends since he was in Kindergarten it is still a great relief to me that I am still his favorite girl.  He loves me.  This fact I know for sure.  He knows I love him.
I have two baby bears, Jett and his sister Sedona.  They will be my baby bears forever and ever.  Sedona gets credit for Jetts existence.  Sedona wanted a sister.  She begged and begged.  We were all surprised in the ultra sound room when they told us Jett was a boy.  A Boy!! We thought Jett would be a girl.  Sedona is still upset about this.  We didn’t know what we would do with a boy.  We had just figured out how to raise a girl. However, as soon as I saw the Jettster I knew the Universe had given him to us for a reason.  There is no better boy in the world and he will always be my favorite baby boy.

Moms…stop the cat fights

Moms: We are all so different and we need to embrace each other. Some moms can give birth by themselves in a kiddie pool yanking over and pulling their little angel out themselves…. probably cutting the umbilical cord with their teeth and sticking that little baby who probably doesnt even cry right up to your naked breast while you entire family watches with joy as you stand up with the baby attached to your nipple and drag the pool in the yard to dump the water out naked….. “The miracle of life” You can survive on 2 hours of sleep a night and can still get in a good work out every day whilst strapping the baby on your back or front in one of those papoose slings like the Indians did and have your house clean and dinner on the table for your husband when he gets home….. For you moms I say: ” God Bless you” I wish I had your wear with all, positiveness, and clearly some alien DNA mixed in your body somewhere………. However, for the flip side of that coin… Mom’s who demanded to be in a hospital with the most pain medication they would allow you… or those (me) who demanded a C section for the 2nd after the first birthing of over 24 hours with out an epidural left my mind and body permanently altered…… ones who had to bottle feed as their nipples bled trying to breast feed the little miracles of life…. There is NOTHING wrong with you. For me the first couple- few years were a blur. Waking up even once a night ruined my next day let alone 4 or 9 times. I felt like a zombie feeding, changing, laudrying, cleaning, non showering for days monster…… I didn’t read a book for 4 years after each child. I CRIED….LOTS…. I was bored, yet there ways always something the little miracle needed. My house was never perfectly clean. Clothes were just thrown in drawers and the vacuum was my best friend…. The constant hum cleared my mind, drowned out the screaming, and also cleaned my floors…. It was a miracle…. I broke so many I cant even count. I LOVED to vacuum….. SOOOOO many of my friends are starting to or still popping out kids and I just want to say which ever kind of mom you are everything will be ok…. You will eventually get to do stuff again you like to do rather that watch Beauty and the Beast 100 times in a row. You will get to go out with your friends again (ones that arent electrical) and you will get to worry about much much more difficult things like allowing your child to cross the street by themselves or use scissors….. Im not even going to get to driving a car yet cause I still have .5 years for that disaster nervous break down to happen….. one day at a time ladies… all you can do….