Family Time is Important to Me Too

Do I not value my family if I work for a wage? Do I have to qualify my role in society as a “working mother” and hope that people do not think less of me? Do I have to choose either to work or to be a mother?

Honestly, I am not part of the The One Percent.

Sure, I work. I even like the wage. It helps to provide for my family.

However, my labors are not just for the wage. In them I demonstrate to my children a level of responsibility and collaboration necessary for our society to thrive. I thrive in my labors as a result of the respect and support provided by employer as well as my husband and partner in life.

Family time is important to me too, and multi-tasking simply provides me opportunities to express my love, honor, and values.

Monday, November 7, 2011. As part of the Thirty Days of Thanksgiving motif, am thankful be employed and to have an amazing family. Today’s post was inspired by the writing prompt on NaBloPoMo and courtesy of Rikki Lake: “Making family time is important to me. How do you balance your children, relationship, and work life?” (Was she implying that working mothers don’t think family time is important? While Ms. Lake didn’t need to qualify her statement, I almost feel offended in how her prompt was couched. I’m sure her question wasn’t meant to be disrespectful. But honestly, family time is probably important to 99.9 percent of working mothers. We are usually working due to economic reasons. We all aren’t part of the 1%. Okay, stepping down from my soap box now.) Annoying qualifying language: I usually create an image with each of my posts. However, as I VALUE my family time and it’s getting late tonight, I didn’t do it.

The Cool Car

Filled with errands, tutoring sessions, Nerf warfare, and skateboarding, our weekends roll on Mommy’s minivan. It fits everyone, holds everything, and gets decent gas mileage. A modern-day station wagon, it is the ubiquitous suburban utility vehicle.

It is also—to a family of boys—totally not cool.

“It’s a brick on wheels.” “It needs racing stripes.” “It doesn’t even have a working TV.” “Geez, mom, why did you even buy this car?!”

Today was different. We woke to a flat tire.

The boys grinned. My husband shrugged. I pointed at his muscle car.

Sunday, November 6, 2011. I’m thankful for my husband’s over-priced bucket. This is post six in the National Blog Posting Month and Thirty Days of Thanksgiving. Photo of my husband’s Charger RT taken with a Sony NEX-5N.

Goldilocks in Haiga


Seeking shelter, a meal, some respite
Autumn bites

Saturday, November 5, 2011. I am thankful for my home, my job, and my family. Today’s post was inspired by last night’s episode of the TV show “Grimm” and a prompt from “Writing Prompts” by I created this image using OmniSketch , ArtRage, and PhotoWizard.




Conflicted, she considered her next stroke. Will she express her desires? Will she convey her fears? She takes a deep breath and hits “delete.”

Friday, November 4, 2011. I am thankful for word processing programs. Today’s post was inspired by the writing prompt from NaBLoPoMo, “When you are writing, do you prefer to use a pen or a computer?” I prefer using a computer. I created this image using Flowpaper, PhotoWizard, and SketchbookPro.

Mother India


“Respect your mothers, sisters, lovers, and daughters for all they are, for all they give you.” –Mother India by Fun-Da-Mental

Thursday, November 3, 2011. I am thankful for my mother and sister. Today’s post was inspired by the writing prompt from NaBLoPoMo, “Can you listen to music and write? What song did you hear today?” yes, I can write, listen to music, and even chew gum, as needed. Today, I listened to “Mother India” by Fun-Da-Mental–while doodling this image.

Blended Berries Baked


A sumptuous burden
The dish full, violet
Encrusted then betrayed
Simmering, beautiful bites

Wednesday, November 2, 2011. I am thankful for fresh boysenberry pie. Today’s post was inspired by the writing prompt from NaBLoPoMo, “If you knew that whatever you ate next would be your last meal, what would you want it to be?”

Arriving at Now


Thirty days starting today. Thirty reasons reflecting life, love, and liberty. Thirty ways expressing my thanks.

My road to now has been riddled with chance and circumstance. Each step past bend and valley providing me with an opportunity to stray. I arrive today worn and weary, yet full of hope for the future.

I am grateful to be alive.

That or my sugar buzz from last night’s Halloween candy has yet to wear off.

November 1, 2011. I doodled this month’s marker on my iPad using ArtRage and PhotoWizard.