February is Black History Month, a teacher at my school helped to create a poetry project. She and another adult at one of our sister high schools made an all-call for poetry regarding our own family history. I don’t want to put words in their mouths, but I think their objective for the project was to go beyond race to embrace everyone’s history.
The prompt to get us to create a submission asked us how we plan to contribute to our family’s legacy.
This is what I came up with:
“Cerberus”
On the floor
Gasping for air
A woman-
A mother-
A child-
In one, suffering body.
She screams through sobs, snot and regret.
“Oh God! Take this pain away!”
A journey this low created by decades-
Of shame
And guilt
And fear.
Sometimes, the only way out-
up
Is
Something larger than herself grabs her,
Pulls her-
Away from that destiny written by the women
Generations before her.
Lifting her bosom and eyes to the sky,
She rejects the path
Of shame
And guilt
And fear.
And she says:
“Oh God, I see the pattern of broken, woven threads.
I see the cross, heavy from the burden of judgement.
I see the toxic mold others have crafted for me…
But I WILL NOT go with the flow.
I WILL NOT carry the load
I WILL NOT contort my spirit
to conform to a lineage of dysfunction.
Breaking the cycle
Of shame
And guilt
And fear
She stands.
On her own two feet.
Undefeated,
Learning her new name.
Stronger without blame.
Wiser from her pain.
She’s making
For herself… for her inner child…. And her daughter.
Explanation
A “Cerberus” is a Greek mythological creature. It appears as a three headed dog that serves to guard the underworld and prevents those in Hell from leaving. (Technically, the picture above is Krampus; I couldn’t find a fitting royalty-free Cerberus… go figure.)
My “Cerberus” was shame, guilt and fear, instilled during my childhood.
A little introspection and family of origin work gave me the insight that emotional dysregulation can be inherited, if not necessarily genetic.
I made the #153Promise to myself and my children that I would end that cycle of emotional abuse and make proactive parenting decisions that promote positive mental health and wellness.
What’s your legacy???
-Kisses! XxXx


If your child is over 18, then they are an adult and can apply pretty much anywhere, as long as they meet the job description requirements.
I woke up this morning and found 
A few days ago, my son then added a new perspective on Jesus when he exclaimed, “Jesus looks like a kite.” Okay… that’s getting waaaay out of the box, but I totally see how he came up with that… I can only imagine what Jesus is going to do next in the eyes of my son.
T minus four days and counting… The “holiday” that gets men in a panic and parents in a bind.
I like to think of it this way… Do you know that famous saying adopted from the Native American culture, “Don’t judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes”? Well, I am a very literal person, so that means that I STOLE their shoes! (Also meaning it’s impossible to know 100% what ANOTHER person must feel.) Instead, I like to think of it as:
When was the last time you were smaller than everybody else? When was the last time you had almost ZERO control over your circumstances? When was the last time someone ELSE paid your rent/mortgage and held it against you? Or chose what you had to eat? Or wear?
If Google gives an example using healthy families, I must be onto something.
“Listen” is the first word that spells out how to love (according to me). If you don’t listen to someone, communication and trust breaks down, and it’s pretty difficult (if not impossible) for them to believe anything you say to them.
Twitter; Instagram; Snapchat; Facebook… these are the new ways to forge relationships, “Like” it, or not.