This is one of my favorite songs to listen especially when I am alone, or at night, or whenever I feel incomplete. It’s written by the American singer-songwriter, Jenn Bostic, which is composed for her father who died when she was a little girl. The song is released in 2012.
I find the song very powerful and emotional. It feels like your heart is being pricked with a pin in every word of the lyrics. I actually feel like crying every time I hear the song.
Losing someone in your life is really difficult. Shadows of the memories… The thought of not feeling or seeing that person or loved one EVER again… The sadness that feels like forever…
Here’s Donna Taggart’s version of the song:
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They say I am a “super” mom because I have a full time job, a lot of raket (sidelines), I don’t have a nanny or helper which means I do the laundry and such, and I tutor my kids (esp. my son who’s already a preschooler)…I basically look after the needs of every family member… but I AM NOT a “super” mom.
Why did I say so?
It is because I believe that to be a “super” mom, you should be good in organizing things. And if you’re good at it, everything will follow smoothly.
I wanted to become one. I tried. Several times. However, I failed…several times. I don’t know. As much as I wanted to be as organized as possible, it only happens at the beginning. I mean I can only be organized up to 2 days or at a maximum of one week. Afterwards, everything is a mess again. With mess, I mean from the cabinets of the whole family, rooms, utility bills, etc. are in CHAOS.
My whole life, since I was a baby until college, we have a nanny or a helper at home who does everything for us. EVERYTHING. I’ve been so used to and dependent that someone will keep my things for me, do things for me. And now that I have a family of my own (without a helper), I have a really hard time adjusting.
Earlier, after I finished ironing my son’s school uniforms for the whole week, I decided to prepare his record card for the payment of his tuition fee for the month of July. And yeah, your guess is right, I am not able to locate where his student’s record card is. I searched for it in all my bags and drawers at home. Perspiration was my mate for an hour as I looked for it.
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