My Best

I’m showing up

I’m showing up even though I don’t want to

I’m showing up to get something out of it

Even if it’s a seed of hope

I’m showing up because of love

Because of purpose

To have something to believe in

I don’t want to show up

But here I am trying my best to love in the one way I know how

by showing up

♡Saschia

A Precious Thing

I rush to get my work done

Less thought takes less energy

Which sends me off to bed early

I could spend the day contemplating

The balance between Plato’s and Nietzsche’s opinions of “the good life”

But the amount of energy it takes to develop that opinion is far too great

It’d be smushed between diapers, and baby exercises, and naps

-Hot tea-Hot tea gets me through!

Even on these hot days

But these poems they’re rushed because energy is a precious thing for a nursing mommy

-Saschia

Filter Down

Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other

I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it

Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos

Even still,

I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy to write my poetry

Maybe it’s my thing, writing sleepy

If I’m tired the filter is tired too so I can just say it all

whatever it is I have to say that day.

-Saschia

Cookies with a Side of Fitness

Sitting here outside the gym eating Milanos. I might finish the bag before I finish this piece. It’s the double dark chocolate flavor. There’s a lesson to be learned here. But I’m sure I already know it. The class starts in ten. There’s two cookies left and I should stop eating them but I probably won’t. I should take this all more seriously I mean my health is a priority as a mother. Ok I’ll leave the last two for tomorrow.

Signed,

A hungry breastfeeding mother