The Diary Of An Insane Bat Mom

Mother's Day is fast approaching, and for me, this day is bittersweet. While I am now a mother myself, the journey to this point was not an easy one. I suffered a miscarriage before having my child, and the memory of that loss still lingers. Mother's Day can be a difficult reminder of what could have been, but it's also a celebration of what I have. Before I had my child, Mother's Day was especially tough. I wasn't close with my own mother. I also remember one Mother's Day when I was a few months pregnant with my baby bat. It was a conflicting day for me, as I felt filled with both hope and heartbreak.  However, despite the difficulties, I have been blessed with an important maternal figure in my life: my sister Nancey. She has always gone above and beyond what an ordinary big sister should do. When I was struggling with my homework, she sat with me and helped me. Whenever I eagerly brought home the Scholastic Book flyer, I knew Nancey was the lady to suck up t

For My Daughter (a poem) by Sylvie Dubois   She felt confused, she felt alone  Until she found her truest home  A place where she could be herself  A precious soul unlike anyone else  As her mother, I felt fear  Of what the world might bring, so queer  But then I looked into her eyes  And saw the truth I couldn't deny My child was brave, my child was strong And who she was had been there all along  So now I stand by her side  With love and pride,  I will abide I'll fight for her,  I'll hold her close  And cherish every moment,  I suppose  or being a mom to my beautiful daughter  Is a gift, a joy, like no other.

Home by Sylvie Dubois Deep within my soul,  a yearning burns, a flame that flickers, often turns, a mate to share a life with, through and through.  And then one day, I saw your face, a friend request on my space, we talked, my heart began to race it was if a piece of me, had finally come home, finally set free.  The connection we share, precious and true, Is something rare we talk for hours, lost in time as if the whole world has stopped to align. In your eyes, I see my own, a mirror image, clearly shown the puzzle piece fits with ease as if we'd been made to complement and please. With each passing day, our love grows strong, as if we'd been apart for way too long, together, we laugh, we love, we stride our souls entwined, side by side. Finding you, my twin flame, is a journey set in the stars, set by the divine, a journey that took me through valleys and climbs, but the moment I saw you, I knew it was my fate my heart fills with love, for my own true mate. Princess Serenity

The conclusion of my first semester as a University student has finally arrived, and with it comes a much-needed moment of respite. The weight of essays and finals has been lifted from my shoulders, allowing me to take a deep breath and shift my focus towards my job search. Looking back, I realize that I might have underestimated the academic rigor of University-level coursework, especially as an undergraduate, first semester student who hasn't been in school for about 20 years!  Only towards the end of the semester did I realize that I should have started with lower-level courses (level 200) instead. No wonder I struggled so much! I vividly recall the tears I shed when I received unsatisfactory grades on my first midterm essay and another midterm exam for a different course. However, I'm proud of myself for not letting those setbacks defeat me. I picked myself up and dusted off my ego, determined to do better. I took advantage of my professor's office hours and poured my h