I was walking to a workshop on Coaching Success in downtown San Diego with one of my favorite teachers, Dr. Robert Holden, when I passed by a young man who was wearing tattered clothes and looked as if he had not seen a shower in days. I said good morning, as I do with most people I see, and kept walking.
I'm staying in a basement apartment which is something I have had a hard time getting use to in that I love light. Everything about light. The meaning of the word as well as the physical aspect and what it does to me and how it makes me feel.
The thing about a vacation with a baby is that it's not like those vacations you had before, in Jamaica, Paris, the British Virgin islands, Rome and London, where you slept in, drank booze, and did what you wanted, when you wanted.
I was 12 years old when I made my first vision board. Our assignment was to create a representation of what we hoped our life would look like in the future. Like most children, I scoured magazines and newspapers for magnificent houses, fancy cars and pictures of exotic lands that I would travel to.
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Just because we're not the one in diapers, or the frigid body sleeping on the street, or vividly aware of the fact that we're dying as much as we're living at this very moment, doesn't mean we aren't also in need a kiss on the forehead.
s. There are far too many poor role models for our kids to watch, and our kids to follow. You and I need to step it up. You and I need to change that. We need to take our role of being a good parent more seriously. We need to embrace the possibility that we might be the only positive role model other children might ever see.
It happens every Friday between 9:00 and 10:00 a.m. And if I sigh a little, I try to remember where I came from. Another time.
They landed with a splash in the pond behind my house. They startled me as I stood with Nacho, waiting for him to do his "business" on a hot summer morning. They were profoundly unconcerned about the yellow dog watching their splattering touchdown. The two geese came from somewhere, flew some route, and landed here for some reason, only perhaps twenty feet from where I stood with leash in hand.
When I think about 9/11, I remember the fliers. Thousands of fliers fluttering in the ash-coated breeze during the long nights and days and weeks after the dust had settled but the devastation was still settling in.
You might think that all foster parents are bad people. You might think that all foster parents are in it for the money. You might think that all foster parents don't care about the children in their homes. I am not that kind of foster parent.
When you are up to your wrists in a messy diaper change, trying to wipe poo off the lad's apricot when without warning he pees on you and himself, in a glorious arc that splashes into his own eyes, there is no discursive thought to escape into.
Like most parents out there, I still had many demands on my time and so many things to do. With a home to take care of, a family to feed, errands to run, and deadlines to meet, and an inkling of desire to do some things for myself as well, the one thing I promised I would never do became my default mode of operation.
There is so much hope in those who share their own stories of failures and obstacles, of resilience and healing. And I want to share these words, as well as a few words of my own, to help other people find the same hopefulness that I'm seeking, that I'm fighting for.