I want to tell my real story; my life experience
I want to inspire.
I want to live compassionately.
I might want to delete and erase.
It ain't pretty.
My life is a chaotic mess of raising 6 kids (and a husband) and all the mistakes we make. All the imperfections that makes us real. All the yelling, and fighting, and throwing. All the counseling and pain. The disfunctional we try to make functional. All the magical moments, snuggles, and laughter. All of the moments one of us wanted to move out. The friendships between us, and the break ups we have with each other . The food fights and swearing. The hugs, and the kisses, and the babies. The times we thought we were actually crazy, or one of our family members might be. All of the pet poop, and dirty underwear....ALL of the writing on the wall.
I really only want to be some kind of creative soul that raises my kids up to be good humans. Maybe some sort of validation for each of those things would be good too. Possibly on a weekly basis.
Wylie Brier, Racer Boon, Cisco Swift around 2009
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