Mother & Father To All Three

by
Kim Hewison

Mother & father to all three.

A short timer, I may be.

Hard work, I can see.

When the kids drive me up a tree,

Pray for me in my hour of need.

Mother & father to all three.

My husband coming back to me.

After his business trip, setting me free.

Mother & father to all three.

It's hard to be,

Both mother & father to three.

Love is the key,

To keep away insanity.

Mother & father to all three.

I can't wait to be,

Only a mother to my three,

And be set free.

Only one more week, you see.

Mother & father to all three.

Thank you for the prayers for my depression. It is easing up for me. I knew that that it wasn’t a very deep depression. But not something to play around with either. There are some good studies linking depression to certain physical and emotional stresses.

Two of the big ones for me are sleeping and eating patterns. With my husband out of town so much, I haven’t been following healthy patterns. I have had a hard time eating, still seems so strange after fighting the fight to remove the weight. Now, I have to fight to eat at all. But once I identified the depression, I am doing a lot better. Thank you.

"Depression Hurts"

By

Kim Hewison

A commercialized slogan,

By a big drug company.

Impersonalizing a disease,

That eats at your core.

Running deep in my family tree.

Starting with nagging feelings

Of things not quite right.

Unhappiness and joy,

Relating to the same events.

Running away from happiness;

Expecting a mirage.

Forcing disappointment,

Knowing what to expect.

Developing into overwhelming and irrational fear.

What's the deeper issue?

That's hard to recognize.

Over analyzing each event, looking for clues.

Covering up with detachment,

Burying my head, no not in the sand,

But in mindless hour of television.

Depression is a hard word to accept.

My relief at knowing what's wrong.

My thoughts and feelings are lying to me.

But I am not losing myself.

This can be treated,

With hard work,

And life returning to normal.

 Anniversay By The Numbers

                    by

          Kim Hewison

3 generations, all married in the month of August.

4 couples spanning the years.

1st generation, til death did they part.

2nd generation, going strong,

42 years and counting.

3rd generation, two sisters and their husbands.

21st century, a challenge indeed.

1/2 of marriages fail in American today.

2 sisters and their husbands.

2008, can they beat the odds?

5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls hoping so.

17 and 14 years this month.

4th generation, will they keep family traditions?

1 hopes so.

Two years ago, this week I hit my highest non-pregnant weight, officially obese. Shocked into trying something again, small progress only. In November 2006, my teeth started hurting, no dental insurance. But if I didn't eat sugar for awhile and then limited it, no tooth pain, lost ten pounds over Christmas holidays. Amazing, the first time ever.

Refined this “diet” lifestyle, I have now lost 51 pounds and 32.5 inches. I dropped from a 16/18 to 10/12. I feel better and have more energy.

Weight Loss

By

Kim Hewison

A national need.

A national obsession.

Still no progress.

What will it take,

For us to see,

What we don't want to?

How many diets that go bad?

Counting the cost,

In dollars?

In deaths?

Already more than the war.

How high does it have to go?

Where are the activists?

Concern without financial gain?

Lucky ones loose the weight,

Only to gain it back again.

According to the “experts”

Less that one in ten will succeed,

In keeping the weight off.

Like playing the lottery,

Or Russian roulette,

Will you be the one?

So far so good.

Five pounds to goal.

Already within normal range.

A two year journey this time around.

Four years before with no success.

Hard to believe in,

Will it last?

When friends and family,

Stop noticing?

What's my motivation?

How will I keep the weight off,

With temptations everywhere I turn?

Eyes watching me.

Waiting to see,

If I succeed.

Where they have failed.

Only time will tell.

I have been implementing a new chore routine with new rewards.  TV, video, etc  is no longer a right but a privilege to be earned.  So, rough times currently felt as a temporary single parent.

This stress has made it impossible for me to write the last week or so.  Tonite was writing group.  Group was fun, encouraging and stress releasing.  I started to noodle with words and the beginning of the poem below formed.  Started brainstorming with the kids.  My oldest two helped me write this poem.  My oldest is really hoping to "Stop this Insanity."   Family rules.

Stop This Insanity

by

Kim Hewison & family

Three kids sitting around the TV,

Watching the blank screen,

Because mom took it away.

Drooling on their sleeves,

Wiping their mouths with feather dusters.

Twisting their nose hairs,

Into origami birds.

Better find something to do before,

Mean mother assigns us some more chores.

Where are our friends,

When we need them?

We lost mom's timer.

She took the friends away, too

Until we can find it,

In some dark lonely place,

lost and alone.

With no home to call its own.

Tears threatening to begin a flood.

Help someone and anyone

Stop this insanity.

  Cricket On My Knee

By

Kim Hewison

Hey, everybody!

There's a cricket on my knee.

Hi Ya, Buddy!

How'd ya get there?

What a new world view for you!

First time, seeing the big picture?

Will it change how you behave?

Nope, I think not.

Hop off and enjoy your life.