{"id":2799,"date":"2012-01-20T15:20:34","date_gmt":"2012-01-20T22:20:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2799"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:31:49","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:31:49","slug":"eating-the-greens-to-get-to-the-reds-wednesday-january-18th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/eating-the-greens-to-get-to-the-reds-wednesday-january-18th\/","title":{"rendered":"Eating the Greens to Get to the Reds- Wednesday January 18th"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Most hard core candy eaters have a system for getting through the bad colors. \u00a0Some people eat the bad colors first, some save them until the end, some people even throw them away (although I think those people are not true candy lovers because it’s kind of psycho to throw any candy away unless it’s banana flavored or coconut).<\/p>\n

I had to give up my passion for candy for health reasons but I used to have a system. \u00a0I would space out eating the good colors- red, purple, orange- with eating the lame colors- green. \u00a0A few bites of green here and there reminds a candy eater how awesome the reds are. \u00a0Eating the greens gives you perspective.<\/p>\n

Being a mother is a life time of red candy, interspersed with bites of green. \u00a0There are a lot of moments when I feel scared and overwhelmed. \u00a0There are moments when I wish that time would hurry up and get to the part of Hazel’s childhood where she sleeps more at night and gnaws at my boobs less often. \u00a0Then I immediately feel guilty for wanting any time to pass, since it’s already going so fast. \u00a0I often wonder what day it is, and I have to be sure to shower every other day and brush my teeth every single day.<\/p>\n

All of those moments are just green candy though. \u00a0They might not taste great, but it’s still candy. \u00a0And the red candy- the hours I spend staring at Hazel, the snuggling, the sweet little baby noises she makes while fluttering her baby eye lashes- those moments are indescribably delicious. \u00a0I’ll have my whole life to sleep and eat hot meals and shower. \u00a0But these infant days are so fleeting and beautiful, I feel like I’m mourning each moment as it passes.<\/p>\n

My sister in law asked what I was looking forward to doing with Hazel the most. \u00a0I thought about it for a while, and realized that I hadn’t thought of our future together. \u00a0I just live in the present with her. \u00a0Sometimes I think about how incredible it’ll be when she recognizes me and smiles. \u00a0For the most part though, I’m just entangled in her breath and her cries and mews and poops and the little tears that come out of her eyes when she’s outraged after a bath.<\/p>\n

If you intellectualize having children, no one would do it. \u00a0It’s hard and it’s painful. \u00a0You give up your life for these little animals who won’t appreciate what you’ve done for decades. \u00a0But when you examine what a child does to your heart, you can almost understand why people have ten. \u00a0You can almost understand why your own mother still loves you even though you always roll your eyes at her.<\/p>\n

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Most hard core candy eaters have a system for getting through the bad colors. \u00a0Some people eat the bad colors first, some save them until the end, some people even throw them away (although I think those people are not true candy lovers because it’s kind of psycho to throw any candy away unless it’s … Continue reading “Eating the Greens to Get to the Reds- Wednesday January 18th”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2799","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2799","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2799"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2799\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3318,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2799\/revisions\/3318"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2799"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2799"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2799"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}