Because of My Mom

Because of my mom, 
I am of-
Thread a needle
Sew a button
Iron the collar
Homemade clothes
Patched knees.

Because of my mom,
I am of-
Coloring books
Paint by number
Latch hook
Bracelet beading.

Because of my mom,
I am of-
Coupon clipping 
Balance the checkbook
“To the penny”
Pay the bills
Dividends.

Because of my mom,
I am of-
No More Tears 
Lip Smackers
Wash your face 
Moisturize
“Don’t forget your neck.”

Because of my mom,
I am of-
The Little Red Caboose
“I think I can, I think I can” 
Marvin K. Mooney
Highlights Magazine
Scholastic Book Orders.

Because of my mom,
I am of...
Speed
Clue
Luck vs. Skill
“Don’t need to cheat mother”
Competition.

Because of my mom, 
I am of-
Fruit leather and freezer jam
Flour the baking pan
Lick the bowl
Chuka with fish cake
Sukiyaki and Senbei.

Because of my mom, 
I am of-
Sack lunch
Chocolate milk Fridays
Parking lot picnics
“Eat your vegetables”
Pancake Sundays.

Because of my mom, 
I am of-
“That’s not a weed”
Repot a plant 
“Don’t over water”
Fresh cut flowers.

Because of my mom,
I am of-
Goofy faces
Tongue out
Silly giggles
Nose bops
Worried brow.

Because of my mom,
I am of-
Make a list
Take a picture
“What’s the plan?”
Bionic hip
Second first steps
“You can do it.”

Because of my mom,
I am of-
Determination
Quiet strength
Love in action
An unwavering tree.

~Daniela Thompson, 5/10/2020

The Simple Things


Life speeds by and before we know it, we’re looking back more often than looking ahead.  Somehow, I feel like these thoughts should be happening thirty years from now, rather than at the age of thirty-three.  I wonder why at the moment does it seem insignificant, but looking back it is exactly what I long for?  Why is there a desire to capture the simple things, but a hesitation to establish or recognize new ones?  Perhaps that is the beauty in it all, random events versus forced.  The lack of simplicity coupled with escalating complexity has created a silent discontent within my own life.  Finding the brake to slow this ride eludes me.  Occasionally, there is a lull, but the momentum quickly builds, leaving me scrambling once again seeking the eventual stop I know is out there.

As a child, everyday normal to even boring events seemed to be a constant occurrence.  One doesn’t realize that those snippets over time actually mount up to a nugget of significance; a time of uniqueness that would be difficult to duplicate, only cherished.  During my childhood there were simple things initiated by my family or myself, which created an experience now savored.  

Summers were filled with handstands in swimming pools or lakes; I wasn’t one to discriminate.  There was something soothing about viewing the underwater world upside down; chubby belly hidden by the water and clumsy legs exposed to the sun.  I would do my best to gracefully keep my legs together and point toes towards the sky like a ballerina, but I knew the result continued to be a wobbly V shape.  My parents would compliment my performance each time, as if improvement was really being made.  They knew all was good; the joy of a simple handstand after handstand would fill the afternoon.  Read More »

Rolling By

Rolling By 2 WP

The circle of life rolled by while I sat near the entrance waiting for our takeout order.  Miniature white sneakers with velcro straps randomly bobbed to and fro.  A blue sweatshirt hosted Tigger bouncing on the side.  The slightly stressed mother quickly returned wallet to purse, balanced a bulky diaper bag on her petite shoulder, and pushed the stroller all at the same time.  The cute toddler was in his own world living it up—smile on his face and song upon his lips.

Right after, a similar image with added wrinkles.  Crisp, white New Balance sneakers boasting velcro straps contained stationary feet and swollen ankles.  A blue knitted sweater with an embroidered crest and half glasses perched atop the end of a seasoned nose momentarily captured the essence of the elderly man.  While pushing the wheelchair from behind, the twenty-something grandson leaned down to say thanks for the meal.  A partial smile and wink was extended from a craned neck as the elderly man labored to tuck his wallet into his back pocket.Read More »