Compassionate haircut

I think it’s not an uncommon scenario, a young mother dressing up her precious little ones in the new clothes from Grandma for a family photo only to have the 3-year old get ahold of mommy’s lipstick and use it to “paint” his little 1-year old sister.  On the way.  The baby’s face is sufficiently cleaned off, and miraculously (mercifully) none of the red “paint” got on the dress…only to have the other “end” of the situation explode, uncontainably. 

One of my personal favorite recollections is Bob coming into the room where I was napping before going to work nightshift at the hospital one evening.  He enters with this question, “Honey, do you love your middle daughter??”

Great way to wake up.

Robin had decided to give her little sister a haircut.  And I willingly leave

The divinity of a broken heart

As I write this, Christmas 2015 is only shortly behind us, after which (and possibly even before) Walmart already had shelves stocked with red and pink oversized heart-shaped boxes of Valentine chocolates.  (Not that you can ever have oversized boxes of chocolates, the more the merrier, I say.)   

It’s always fun to break open and tear off the wrapper to see what’s inside—all kinds of different, great-tasting goodies (well, okay, some just “different”) smothered in the dark stuff.  Of course, if you’re not brave enough to just dig in and surprise your tastebuds, you can always cop out and look at the “guide” on the top of the package.  Chocolate-covered dates?  I’ll pass.

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The Eyes of Our Soul

Ms. Register is a dentist, and oh she has stories!  I love that your profession doesn’t have to define you, that your income level doesn’t define you, that even our past mistakes and present challenges are not supposed to define who we are meant to become.  Okay, that’s enough waxing eloquent from this very non-poet; I’ll let Ms. Register do the rest! Check out her great site at https://klregister.wordpress.com 

THE EYES OF OUR SOUL

 by K. L. REGISTER

Emotions, frustrations, confrontations, and situations

Can often lead us down a pathway

An erroneous pathway, never meant to be traveled

And we sometimes forget about the true happiness we shared with our loved one,

       prior to the situation

And we begin to let anger

Fuel our motivation

Oh, this intensifying anger

It can cause us to express

Our individualized words

With such passion and deep rage

That during that moment…instance…second

The love we possessed for the other person seems to disappear

But thereafter,

After our adrenaline rush has come to an end

It is then…that

The eyes of our soul become awakened

And we realize

We have made a mistake

And simultaneously,

Our suppressed feelings, good intentions, and undying love reappear

Hoping and praying that our loved one

Is stronger

And willing to FORGIVE…

 

Used with permission: https://klregister.wordpress.com