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...

Frozen in time, suspended in air Wondering when and wondering where  My next move will take me or what it will be How I wish I knew what was was in store for me. As life goes on, I know I mature and I grow But it seems like everything else is happening so slow Like standing in the middle of a whirling merry-go round Still, yet watching everything around you go 'round and 'round I see some people around me progress and move forward Wondering what exactly my progressive steps are moving toward Will I buy a home I love, land my dream job come true Have my other half find me and finally say "I Do" Until then I’m still residing in the land of the unknown Finding out more and more that I’m not alone We all come to this point where we try to figure out Exactly what this life thing is really all about I question myself if the moves I'm making are lining up with God's will Or are they the steps I'm taking toward my own will because I cant s...