Here is some poetry that Beth has written as an outlet. These poems aren't advice or encouragement, just an outlet for happiness, frustrations and things that are hard for her to put into words or cope with at the moment.
Expectations
May 21, 2014
Finding the peace in the chaos.
Trying to relax in the midst of frustration and exasperations.
Motherhood is a paradox of what others expect of me,
what I expect from myself,
and the reality of what I am capable of accomplishing.
A Child
May 21, 2014
Sweet smiles, careful kisses, tired tantrums, glorious giggles.
The face of a sleeping child consumes all of my pent up anxiety and irritation from the day.
That angelic black hole consumes and reflects heaven.
The perfect clarity of my purpose is overwhelming.
If I could bottle any feeling, it would be this one.
When I am once again in the trows of the hustle, bustle and chaos of the day,
those simple, crystalline moments will seem worlds away.
Expectations
May 21, 2014
Finding the peace in the chaos.
Trying to relax in the midst of frustration and exasperations.
Motherhood is a paradox of what others expect of me,
what I expect from myself,
and the reality of what I am capable of accomplishing.
A Child
May 21, 2014
Sweet smiles, careful kisses, tired tantrums, glorious giggles.
The face of a sleeping child consumes all of my pent up anxiety and irritation from the day.
That angelic black hole consumes and reflects heaven.
The perfect clarity of my purpose is overwhelming.
If I could bottle any feeling, it would be this one.
When I am once again in the trows of the hustle, bustle and chaos of the day,
those simple, crystalline moments will seem worlds away.