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Toddler Haiku (or is that KuHai?)

July6

(Cross-posted from MM. Groan away.)
Update: I’m embarassed to admit it took me two days to realize I’d written all of this BACKWARD structurally — 7/5/7 instead of 5/7/5. Does that make it KuHai?

Back in my room — woe is me!
My 3am offense?
An obstacle course is mom.

Sharp toes dig into her thighs.
Clip, clip! Tomorrow.
She’s waited long enough now.

A contant stream of babble
Flows from my sweet lips
She covers her ears, oh why?

There’s more (bad poetry) where that came from. I have no idea why haiku seemed an apprpriate way to pass the time until she finally complained herself to sleep back in her room.

What amazes me is that I believe she crawled all over me, carrying on her monologue, for perhaps 30 minutes before I realized what time it was. Since she normally wakes me this way, I initially assumed it was at least 6:30am, maybe even 7…and just stormy outside. Uh…no.

posted under amuse me, annoy me, motherhood
2 Comments to

“Toddler Haiku (or is that KuHai?)”

  1. Avatar July 6th, 2006 at 10:16 am ninjanun Says:

    I love haikus; I think yours are great, because they tell a story.

    I was going to comment on them over on Maya’s page, but for some reason, it wouldn’t let me.
  2. Avatar July 6th, 2006 at 10:34 am Allison Says:

    Hmmm…wonder why?

    Believe it or not, you and the Pete are probably my inspiration. I came across the thread on another blog where the blog owner was comment-whoring, and laughed for a good half hour. :-P


 
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Allison
Los Alamos, NM
After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.

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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.

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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.