Essence of ginger. You are your father’s child, and I am going to be in big trouble.

xo
Yo Mama

One More Year

I’ve been spending my summer preparing for the Fall. That sounds like the season is fleeting, but I’ve got it all worked out. While Hootoo sleeps, I read. Side by side, he snores and snuggles while I study. When he wakes, we leave the house and enjoy, explore the world together. Or we settle for dance parties in the kitchen and naps on the patio.

Am I nervous about school? You bet. It’s hard enough completing nursing school as an independent student, to say nothing of the newfound pressures and demands of being a new Mama. Anxiety looms in my being. But then I take a deep breath and remember that I’m Intelligent. Organized. Creative. Optimistic. Resourceful. Dedicated.

At this point, the completion or incompletion of a degree directly impacts Hootoo’s quality of life. Talk about motivation. I keep a photo of his cute, chubby face nearby and recite specific mantras when I take a peek. Protect, provide, love, responsibility, opportunity. With study, positive energy and all that composes up my self, I’m bound for success. It will just be a long, hard road until May.