The weeks go by faster than a bag of almond M&M’s. That first bite on monday morning almost cracks your tooth, but by the time the your mouth succumbs to the savor you are in heaven. I probably would be chewing on this same devilish morsel until at least Wednesday if it wasn’t for my childhood crony, who in the midst of her own crisis, has come to my rescue. Kayle bravely joined the small town girl’s westward expansion coalition, as her eyes beheld the glistening Pacific Ocean for the very first time on a balmy August morning. It was on this very morning that she escorted me home from UCLA Medical Center with my newborn babe. Before Sidney could talk, we referred to her as simply, “The Baby Whisperer,” as she coached me through countless late night rocking sessions, coaxing me compassionately that indeed the crying would cease, and my heart would not break. Today we call her “Kiki,” but Sidney prefers barking to signify his dear auntie. So on Mondays, Kiki comes to my rescue enabling me to bite through and relish those second and third delicious chocolate covered yoga and anthropology M&Ms.
singmomartstu
single mother. art student. making a moment living learning loving. creating novel expression on screen and paper through sensations of visuality and thought.
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