mothers and daughers

If I’m to ever to have a daughter:

If I ever have a daughter,
I will have my hands full

Because braiding hair accented with pink barrettes can be quite the challenge
But I will be prepared for the challenges far more complex than trying to find missing Hollister jeans on Monday mornings

If I ever have a daughter,
I will teach her to be courageous.

Because I will watch her climb
on that yellow school bus
with a butterfly backpack to match the ones in her stomach
And I will reward her for conquering her first-day-fears

If I ever have a daughter
I will teach her about happiness

Because I will also watch her come off that same yellow school bus in tears
And if for some reason someone were to show her what hate is —
I will to show her how lucky she is that she’s not them

If I ever have a daughter,
I will teach her to be independent

Because she will someday become too familiar with the feeling of
Sitting alone at lunch
But she’ll know that being by herself
Is much better than engaging in toxic friendships

If I ever have a daughter
I will teach her to be confident

Because if she wants to wear blue eyeshadow and sing out of tune
Or wear 6 inch heels
There wouldn’t be a doubt in my mind she won’t
because she will be fearless enough to

And if I ever have a daughter
I will never make negative comments about my own body image

Because I don’t want to see her to start counting calories and
habitually weighing herself
Somehow thinking that
that number connects to the value of her worth

If I ever have a daughter I will try to protect her
But I will also teach her to defend herself

Because there will be many frogs she’ll kiss
And when that cute boy puts his hand on her inner thigh when she doesn’t want him to
She’ll know exactly how hard to punch with her fist

If I ever have a daughter
I will also teach her about heartbreak

Because there will come a time where she is on her bed crying and I will tell her that it feels like it’s the end of the world
And I’ll hold her tight to make sure she knows what real love feels like

And if I ever have a daughter
I will teach her that it’s okay to make mistakes

If she falls on the sidewalk and rips her dress
she’ll be able to laugh at herself
and if she does something wrong she’ll learn to forgive herself

If I ever have a daughter,
I will trust her

I will let her sleepover her best friends house knowing she won’t sneak out to go to that party
And I will allow her to change her major from law to art because she knows more about herself than I do

And if I ever have a daughter
I will be the best mother that I can be

Because she will need someone to look up to
Someone to count on
And if she’s ever to have a daughter
I hope she teachers her these same things
That my mother taught me.


letnicotop2kxx  asked:

For chicken nugget: "Nico nico nii" "Kasu kasu mii" "Nico nico nii" "Kasu kasu mii" Nico nodded to her daughter and gave her a smile of approval "You're almost ready to take on the world of idols. With more practice, you'll surpass even the number one idol in the universe!" "Un! Thank you mama!" In front of the mirror, the mother-daugher pair schemed and giggled at each other "Nishishi.." Somewhere else, Kotori felt a slight chill up her spine. "..Oh no"

the saga of the number one idol in the universe continues

kathrineparks  asked:

Hi. I just finished Deathless and I loved it and I want more. Do you have any book recommendations to fill the void?

  • spindle’s end by robin mckinley, if you’re in the mood for another take on a fairy tale/mythos – also because it’s been on my mind since seeing maleficent. it’s the best take on the sleeping beauty story i’ve ever read, with a lot of really powerful relationships (foster mother/daugher, female friendships) at its core. i love how mckinley tells a story.
  • sharp teeth by toby barlow. a lonely dogcatcher falls in love with a werewolf who leaves her pack on the verge of a lycan war. told through really luminous (and often dark) prose; one of the best werewolf stories out there.
  • warm bodies by isaac marion. it’s not “twilight with zombies”. it’s philosophic and moving and elegiac, a haunting story about redemption and humanity and love. this is one that’ll stick with you long after you finish it.
  • castle waiting by linda medley. a beautifully illustrated two volume graphic novel about a bunch of very interesting fairy tale figures living in an old castle. there’s a bearded nun, a plague doctor, a blacksmith with a stone heart, ghosts and demons. i waited SEVEN YEARS for the second volume to be released to find out the end of their stories, and it was totally worth the wait.
  • the stepsister scheme by jim c. hines. i fucking ADORE jim c. hines – he’s everything a male feminist should be. in his princess series he’s taken a lot of the best known damsels – cinderella, snow white, red riding hood, sleeping beauty – and given them back all of their agency. THEY’RE the ones that save the day and break the curses; and there’s no one way to be a badass lady, either – they can get married and have kids and settle down and STILL be awesome.

that’s just the tip of the iceberg – if you need more recs, sweetie, never hesitate to ask. I GOT A MILLION OF ‘EM.

If the shoe fits (Perspective)

Sitting on a crowded city bus, a mother hangs up her cellphone and looks at her daughter. The daughter says, “Was that him?”. Mother says, “Yeah.” The daughter says, “Huh’ with a disdainful tone. The mother says, “What?”.

I nonchalantly stare out the window away from them as I intently listen to the following conversation:

Daughter: “I always found that interesting.”

Mother: “What?”

Daugher: “I always doubted you knew who he really was.”

Mother: “He’s my son. Of course I know who he really is. What’s the problem?”

Daughter: “You praise him too much.”

Mother: “No, I just appreciate people who understand who they are and embrace it. Not everybody can.”

Daughter: “I do too, like the fact your son’s a serial killer.’

Mother: “He is not a serial killer. He just has the tendencies of one.”

I pretend to fiddle with my headphones and adjust them in my ear as I continue to turn down the volume. They continue.

Daugher; “Yeah right. He’s not a serial killer? How about the time he killed the birds?’

Mother: “The birds were an accident. He didn’t KNOW giving them soda would kill them.’

Daughter: “Or dug UP the birds?”

Mother: “He was seven. Digging the birds up six months later was because he wanted to know what a “fossilized” bird looked like.”

My mind begins to race. I don’t even know these people but I’m starting to become concerned.

Daughter: “Or the time he dropped the cat out the window?”

Mother: “The cat survived.”

Daughter: “Mom, we lived on the 15th floor.”

Mother: “He was curious because someone told him cats always land on their feet.”

Daughter; “It was the 15th floor!”

There was a moment of pause which made me look at them. They were looking at each other, and at the same time said,

Daughter: “Serial killer.”

Mother: “Scientist.”

Daughter: “Mad scientist.:

Mother: “Fine. I guess I never realized there’s such a fine line between scientist and serial killer.”

Daughter: “Where is he now?”

Mother: “Got a text, he’s living in New York now.”

Daughter: “That fits.”

Mother; “Yeah.”

I smile at them and nod as I get off the bus. When I walked in the door of my home, I heard “How was your day, hon?”

I said, “Oh, the same. But the ride home was interesting…’

Antônio Olinto | Alma Da África  (Soul of Africa)

Antonio Olinto was an African Brazilian author, essayist, poet, literary critic, and translator, as well as a Brazilian diplomat in Lagos. His work included poetry, political analysis and children’s literature.

His most famous book, The Water House (originally published in Brazil in 1969 as A Casa de Agua) was translated from Portuguese into English by Dorothy Heapy in1985. Olinto explores the subject of slaves who return back to Africa once freed. The Water House covers seventy years in the life of a African-Brazilian family- beginning in1898 in Brazil and ends in 1968 in Lagos. It follows the story of Mariana (the great granddaughter of Catarina, a young girl sold to slave traders by her uncle, making the transatlantic journey from Lagos to Brazil at the age of 18). The book recounts Mariana’s story as she leaves her childhood behind in Brazil with her grandmother (now a free woman) and her mother (Catarina’s daugher Epifania) and comes of age in Lagos.