Anjuelle Floyd's Blog

What is one thing that you would like to tell your daughter about yourself?

Again, I going to cheat and tell my daughters two things. First I want them to know just how frightening life is for me sometime.

This has nothing to do with my task in raising and nurturing them.

Rather it relates to achieving goals I have set forth for myself.

Second, I'd like them to know

Our youngest daughter and I play cello duets.

While neither of us is Yo-Yo Ma, I have experience powerful healing in this shared experience with our fifteen year old daughter.

Never mind she plays much better than I, her

Our middle daughter who is twenty-one, has no shame in asking for hugs.

Rarely a day goes by when she is home in which she does not request I hug and hold her.

It matters not what I am doing, typing, cooking, eating, about to fall asleep, she can appear stating,

Being a stay-at-home mother I receive no salary for the work I do.

Ask anyone about the task and art of mothering and they will most probably say, “Hardest job in the world? Mothers work incredibly hard. They are the backbone of society.”

One man on an airplane piloted by a female pilot went

The morning second trimester grades came alive on power school for both students and parents to see I missed our youngest daughter’s call. I had been praying.

I called her back on completing my meditation.

She was not pleased with the results, needed to talk, but her break was over and she

In later years, when I had become an adult with my own children, was married to a man that my mother viewed as very successful, I believe that my mother grew ashamed of her actions of having beat me and called me names--her form of punishment.

She observed me guiding and disciplining my and my husband’s children,

Various times and stages of life often resemble the taste of salt and vinegar potato chips.

At certain points in living the flavor conjured by our experiences leaves a bitter taste that draws on our vulnerabilities. This bitter taste does not ward us off, but rather as with my eating the salt and vinegar potato chips leaves us hungry for more.

As a daughter who is also a mother, I find

Our youngest daughter has been home from her week in Japan for four days now. And things have yet to settle down to what I could call normal. By normal, I mean the way they were before she left.

Something happened while our youngest was away those eight days. Not only did she undergo a transformation--this was her first time away from the family for more than a night or two--we did as well.

Externally, I

Throughout the time of our youngest daughter being in Japan I experienced an incredibly painful bout of sciatica, the most difficult in the recent past experiences. Normally it erupts following an extremely strenuous session of exercise.

But I have not been exercising to keep me weight down, rather

Our youngest daughter, a high school freshman, returned home from Japan yesterday morning. She was gone for eight days. While happy for her to travel to and learn about life in another country, we all remained worried and nervous.

Unbeknownst to our youngest daughter, and on the same day she left for Japan, a Malaysian flight