Secret Recipe

 

 

 

Every so often, you come across a recipe you want to make; if you are smart, you will follow the recipe, and add a little a bit of yourself, and never give the secret ingredient; otherwise, why are you so damn special?

 

-Randi

 

 

I wasn't a teenager when I had my first child, but young enough that it wasn't according to plan. I tried for many years to raise Joseph in the way I thought would be correct. After maybe a year or two, I just did it my own way. We did the standard Disney vacations, but I took him on exoctic trips to Haiti, and would pick him up from school on Friday with bags packs in car for a road trip to Canada!

 

Joe almost died a few weeks ago; maybe it's time to go back on vacation! Not about the vacation; it's spending time and energy around the people you need.

 

 

 

Ten years later, his sister, Theresa is born. No fun trips; no fun at all. It's not Theresa; it's mom. It's actually both of them. I spent ten years of my life watching Joe, and when Teri came, I didn't know what to do. At first, I tried to combine a family trip; Joe wasn't having it. He loves his sister and loves the tri-fold; he also loves his mom, alone.

 

How does a mom move forward when her child is stuck in the past? If it was a friend, co-worker, etc. fine- your child? Joe moved in with his dad in July- I can't disclose Joe's secret ingredient; it's his recipe to share.

 

 

I look at your face and you seem so damn mad, I'm sorry, I couldn't be your mom and your dad

 

You became weak, when I built you so strong; how can't I think, I did something wrong

 

You keep crying "sad," cause mom is always mad, but where is this dad that you think is so bad

 

"Nothing is More Despicable than Respect Based on Fear"

-Albert Camus

 

I don't see you, and you don't see me; can't help but to ask, where the hell is he

 

He is your love and he is your heart, he is the one tearing you apart

 

It's easy to love the person who isn't there; hardest to love the one that is here

 

You should know better, because I taught you well; go live with dad; it's nothing but hell

 

If that's what you want, be careful at most, he'll use you, and you're his next host

 

I should have been honest, and taken him out of your life, but let's face it; I wasn't his wife

 

But you are son; and valued at best, so make a decision and put him to rest

 

Moving on is a hard thing to do; but I did it with just me and you

 

Don't bring him back; he not worth the cause, trust me honey, you'll pick the short straws

 

I'm scared that you think that I'm not proud of you; I'm scared that you think you can't be part of two

 

Take things from dad, and take things from mom; don't ever forget where you are from

 

Not where you grew up, or from your old hood; because in your soul, you know that you're good

 

Stay tough, mom did it, and wasn't that rough, but i'm fearful these days; I didn't say enough

 

 

 

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
― Julia Child

 

“Find something you're passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.”
― Julia Child

 

“This is my invariable advice to people: Learn how to cook- try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun!”
― Julia Child, My Life in France