Here She Is


After all these years, my husband broke down and gave me a baby girl for Mother’s Day. Just when I was about to call him a bastard for waking me up at 7:36 am on a Sunday morning to take a three minute piss – all the curses were cut short when I caught sight of this baby girl waiting to be cradled in the arms of her new mama.


Here she is:






I named her Sono-Maureen after my late sister. My sister was the most self sacrificing, beautifully patient storm of a mother I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Some people are instruments – channels for a greater good – and I have no doubt that she was one. It’s fitting, that she should arrive as one, on this day.


After noodling for hours with our newest addition, Zuki asked for a hug. Sensing some jealousy, I thanked him for the guitar and he responded, “I didn’t buy the guitar for you, Daddy did. But if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be a mommy and that means you wouldn’t have it as a Mother’s Day gift. So really, this is my guitar.”


Next year, I’m going to encourage the Breakfast in Bed and say, “Technically, this is your mess – you clean it.”

Author: Namzola_Goodness

A Japanese-American who grew up in the streets of New York during the racially volatile 70's, Nami blogs with guts, heart and humor. Dysfunctional parenting, cynical citizenship of beer to wash it all down.

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