(Source: girl-onthefire)

I am not getting out of bed. 
Dave was up all night and all of yesterday crying. 

I am just going to hide under this blanket. I should have an hour until he wakes up from his nap. 

==> Today’s dinner was apple sauce and misery. Dave doesn’t like you right now. 

==> Time to clean up the storm left in the kitchen. 

==> Today had been rainy and wet, in more than one way. Dave wouldn’t stop crying all day, until he eventually fell asleep. Shoot… Wow, worst parent award goes to you. 

flashstepdj:

==> You finish your plate and lean back slightly, humming pleasantly. It tasted really good and you’re definitely full now.

well it’s worth it when you finish it.
your meals are very good.

i’m sorry babe.
you can have some more blood if you want?

==> Well, Broen finished. That means a minute until you are up and putting away all the leftover food. One day you will kick all this automatic actions, but untill then you are just going to sip at your drink. 

Heh. 
Thank you, I shall remember that and make you big fancy meals more often. 

No, if I do that I might drain you dry. 
I’ll just try to finish this pigs blood. 

==> You make a face before you are standing and start cleaning up dinner. Yeah… Since when did you finish your dinner? You aren’t going to start now at any rate. 

==> Dave was fussy today. So you worked with a grumpy babe and his little outbreaks. Shh shhhh, it is okay. 

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

(Source: thegodmolecule)

==> After the movie you tuck the little an back under the covers and sigh. He wanted more than just your attention. 

==> Dave wanted to watch Tangled, so you sit with him in your lap as he gurgles away happily. Mmm, he seems happy. 

==> Spinning Dave around, you got into the motion of cleaning with a babe on your hip. Dave liked to help clean, didn’t he? What a sweetie. But after a bit- and a bottle for Dave- the little one is put down for a nap in clean sheets.