Truth

Truth

Once I knew reality, but no longer.

It has passed from my grasp, blown away.

I exist within a mirage, the sunset awaits.

What comes when darkness falls, I wonder.

by Nicholas Byrley

Off work today(at least from my day job) and tomorrow to take care of my sick daughter. Variant of RSV and Conjunctivitis in both eyes. Poor thing. Feel free to comment, this one kind of took an odd path.

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Stress

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Stress

Stress is one of those things everyone has to deal with. A constant nagging feeling that leaves you unable to rest or enjoy life. Or maybe it makes you irritable and prone to lashing out. Its effects are numerous, from your mood to your health and your relationships. Everyone has different ways of dealing with it. Myself, I try to just let it all go. If that fails, I play video games or read to take my mind off things. I also pray, which really should be my first choice but in the moment I often lose sight of it. My wife on the other hand deals with stress by praying of course, but also by just going out and getting away from it all, or by shopping. I think the different ways we all deal with stress is part of what makes up a person.

There are pitfalls to dealing with stress though. One might commit to heavy drinking, or nights of wild abandon. Neither of which will really reduce stress, and have problems of their own to deal with after the fact. There is also the urge to label someone as the cause of your problems(as if anyone can make you feel something you don’t choose). That person then becomes the focus of your aggression rather than dealing with your own choices. I have been reading the book Boundaries by Henry Cloud and doing a sort of workshop/class sponsored by my job. The book really hammers home how a lot of issues are self-made and that we don’t stumble into our problems.

The books focus is of course on how to build and maintain proper boundaries, and the effects of not doing so. But I feel it deals a lot with causes of stress in our lives as well. From giving in to others and feeling guilty about things to not really defining our relationships with family and others. I highly recommend it. I’m writing about this today because I know we all deal with stress and worry. Finding and keeping a daycare for our daughter has been an extremely stressful experience for my wife and I. As of right now, we still don’t even have a definite caretaker for her. But, we persist and we do so without letting stress dictate our lives. We don’t always succeed in fighting off the beast known as stress, but we are more aware of the weapons to deal with it now than we were in the past.

First Taste

My lovely daughter.
My lovely daughter.

First Taste

A puckered lip, a confused expression.

Realization dawns, newness explored.

Glee and delight, a food savored.

Eager and hungry, a dish devoured.

One taste down, many more to go.

by Nicholas Byrley

So we have begun feeding our daughter “real” food now finally and I had to write a poem about it. Shes just the cutest most amazing thing sitting there, trying to figure out whats going on. We’ve fed her several vegetables and fruits now, her reaction a little different with each one. I used to not really be big on “firsts”, but I must confess that with my daughter that is changing. I looked forward to her first taste of real food. And I know I’m looking forward to other things like her first step and word. Each will be a little different, but very touching to me. And then come eighteen years from now when shes all grown I’ll be able to look back over the whole wondrous thing. Every first she gets I want to be there for, so I can remember it later. I know life intrudes at times and you can’t help but miss some of these, but I will really pray I don’t miss that many. I want to capture every moment that is filled with the magic and love that is raising a child. Its much too precious to let it slip away…

Balance

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It’s Harder Than It Looks

I don’t think I’ve ever truly appreciated what goes into raising a child and working.  I grew up in a single parent home and knew my mother had a lot of her hands, but only now am I really seeing the extent of it. This has only been half a year in as well, with two parents instead of one . Balancing everything together and keeping it all straight is like walking a tightrope. Take too much on or get going too fast and you’re going to plummet over the edge.  My wife and I are in the midst of this act right now, doing our best. Balancing alternating work schedules, different start times, and different babysitters. Has us both going to bed before 9Pm like we’re old folks.

But, you do what you have to do. Once our routine is established it will be better for us and our daughter. Its just a matter of getting there. We have faith though, and know there will be a way. Might not be like we’d necessarily want it, but it will be there. On top it all we of course would rather have had one of us stay home with our daughter, but its pretty difficult to survive on one income. Short of winning the lottery or getting an inheritance from an unknown rich aunt, we’re both going to have to keep working.

Such is the way of things I suppose. We again just have to trust that our little girl is getting everything she needs. Thankfully we have been blessed by having family take care of her these first two weeks, and a good friend of my wife is starting up a home daycare for the following weeks. So we will know very well everyone taking care of her. I suppose what I’m trying to get at is parenting is tough. Which isn’t news to me, but sometimes it pops up unexpectedly. I have to catch myself and keep from getting the idea that somehow I’ve got it all figured out. Kids and parenting is not a system I can learn, its a living evolving thing. I can plan, yes. But more importantly I must be ready to adapt.

My Baby Is Defective

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Does Warranty Cover This?

I’d like to warn you before I go any further that this is a serious issue and not in any way a lengthy joke about babies pooping. You have been warned!

With that said, I’d like to talk about my darling daughter. She is a little bundle of joy with bright eyes who has finally learned how to blow a raspberry. But beneath this innocent facade she hides a serious condition. She has what I can only assume is an advanced stage of the man-poops. What are the man-poops you ask? I’m not sure you really want to know, but now that the question has been asked I will tell you…

Picture a large man, lets say early forties, who has previously consumed a dinner of entirely less-than-reputable Mexican food from a local restaurant. Now imagine you’re subjected to sounds and smells of the inevitable outcome of those terrible arrangement. That my scarred-for-life reader, is the man-poops.

The actual details of it are too gruesome to divulge, but you get the gist of it. Now, I was warned of this when I had my daughter. I don’t know what percentage of babies are afflicted with this condition, but many parents seem to experience it. “Watch out” they said, “Wait ’till she starts on formula” they laughed.

I had no idea what I was in for. Sure, I’ve dealt with less-than-pleasant bodily functions before. But, poop is poop. It smells bad, but its no bio-weapon. My daughter has taught me different now. There are poops beyond poops, these are the serious man-poops. After extensive research I’ve discovered the only cure for such an affliction is time.

I must somehow out-last the child, until pooping becomes her business and none of my own. Then and only then will I no longer be victim to the vicious man-poops. Seeing as my daughter is only now about to hit six months, the road seems endless. But, I shall persevere and do my best to be understanding of her while she has this condition. After all, no one asks for the man-poops.

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My try at a bit of satire and comedy, I hope you enjoyed it. Brought about by my darling little girl grunting and producing other sound effects on her way to stinking up our apartment. Who knew babies had it in them….