A Minute with Mo

When I was little, I thought my daddy was the KING! I mean, he was the man... he was powerful, something like a superhero, he took care of his family and he could make things happen that would make me say 'WOW' and make me think, "How did he do that?"...my dad could do no wrong and I thought he had magic powers... As I grew up, the more I learned about my father I realized that although he was a great father to me and my brothers he wasn't always the best man or husband to my mother but, nevertheless, I cant deny the impact my fathers presence had on my life - both positive and negative. Now, as a mother, each day I'm faced with the issue of the occasional presence and frequent absence that my daughters father has in her life and it makes my heart ache...seriously. Like my chest gets tight, and I can barely breathe sometimes because I'm overcome with emotion. *oh goodness, I can feel my eyes welling up as I type* As her mother, I feel responsible for...

I am normally very into the whole Christmas spirit and holidays but I'm just not feeling it this season. *Shrugs*  I've got to get it together because I don't want to be a Scrooge or Grinch when I have so much to be thankful and grateful for. This is the time that everybody is supposed to be happy and cheerful and I'm feeling kind of sad and alone...First holiday season in a long time that we've had to spend alone and I think that has a lot to do with it. :( All I can hope for is that it gets easier with time and I come around.... on the bright side at least I put up a tree, no? Ah well, I tried.