I Want More

June 2018

My daughter is graduating from high school this week and all I can think about is how I want more…

I want the swaddling days and the warmth of her precious body snuggled in my arms.

I want to smell the sweet breath from a toothless mouth after a bedtime nursing.

I want to see the face that lights up with the happiest of smiles when I reach down into her crib.

I want the rocking to sleep, singing her a lullaby and watching her eyelids ever so slowly close when her body finally gives in to release the dreams.

I want the baby scooting on the floor, dragging her stuffed animal and blanket.

I want the warm bath splashes, rubber duckies floating and bubble play.

I want the smell of baby shampoo and combing her thin wispy hair.

I want to wrap her wet naked body in a hooded towel and rub her back to warm her up.

I want to give zerberts on her belly and watch her roly little body jiggle with laughter.

I want to hear the sound of her giggles when the Mother Goose rounds the See and Say toy.

I want bedtime stories, forever tuckins and being asked to, “lay down with me”.

I want the stick figure drawings and the bodies with no neck illustrations.

I want the 3 year old tantrums when things don’t go so easily.

I want the obsessive and specific Blue Clues shirt wearing days, where no other shirt would suffice.

I want the clay art projects from school and the handprint Mother’s day cards.

I want the tiny soft hand cupping my ear as she attempts to whisper a secret.

I want the Santa Claus Christmas list and the carrots left out for the Easter Bunny.

I want the sundresses, sand shovels, arm floats and the lathering of sunblock as she fights to pull away.

I want to see the sleeping baby in my rear view mirror after a hard day of building sand castles.

I want the little party dresses with the shiny new black shoes and the vinyl purse to carry her giant pretend lipstick.

I want her little hands to touch my cheek when she speaks

my favorite word, “Mama”.

I want dance recitals with sequin costumes and forgotten steps.

I want choir and band concerts and the sound of the saxophone trumpeting so loudly that it scares away the dog.

I want messy partner based science projects and evenings booked for the school science fair.

I want the little girl picking flowers during soccer games and seeing the giant helmet on her head fall down and cover her eyes as she swings and misses the softball.

I want the blanket fort building, American girl tea parties and the matching My Twin dolls.

I want color coordinated headbands, side ponytails and tiny braids held together with colorful plastic barrettes.

I want to visit Sesame Place and feel her grip on my leg because she knows I will protect her from the giant fuzzy Elmo approaching us.

I want Barbie doll birthday cakes and Build a Bear parties with some serious eye squeezing and wish thinking, while blowing out the candles.

I want to watch High School Musical, The Big Comfy Couch, House of Anubis and Lizzy McGuire shows repeatedly.

I want the squeeze around my neck from her arms holding on so tightly.

I want butterfly kisses, tickle backs and glow in the dark, peel and stick stars on her ceiling.

I want…

I want…

I want…

So, this sadness that comes with knowing my child is about to graduate High School doesn’t occur because I am sad about the future. It simply occurs because I find myself mourning the past.

I am forced to say goodbye to a life that will never be again.

And with the mourning, comes a lifetime of memories filled with

the awareness of what I did right,

and what I did wrong.

It’s knowing that even though I am certain I did my best,

I will always want more for my child than I could give.

It’s knowing I can never go back to the past and redo any mistakes.

And even though I have heard for years how childhood goes by so quickly, I never could have prepared myself for what I would feel today. The emotions can only be felt first hand when it is your personal turn to mourn.

And now that my time is here, all I truly know and all I really want is…


More of the past and more of the childhood.

I. want. more.

But, because it is impossible to go backwards, I will hold onto my memories for as long as my mind allows me to and I will continue to smile and cry simultaneously over the childhood memories that we have shared.

So, I find myself brought back to 18 years ago to the song I would sing to her as a little infant in my arms, each and every night. As I hear the words repeating over and over again in my head, I know that I am left with no other choice but to continue to pray for her happiness and thank her for being my light for the past 18 years. It is time for me to step back, watch her ignite her future and allow her to show the world, what I have seen for all of these years, and just let her shine.

“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.” Harry Dixon Loes

~Heather Lyn Freda

Evil Behind the Keyboard


When did Social Media users become so MEAN?

When did the users evolve from posting adorable smiles of children,   

sharing laughter with their humorous stories,

making us hungry from delicious photos of meals,

conversing with old friends and reminiscing



bone chilling,

contempt and


Where are the stories that inspired us? Some of the heartwarming ones are still there but the comment section does its absolute best to shred the good and twist it into pure and deliberate evil.  

The outpour of hatred bleeds through the comments ripping apart all that was intended to be positive.

Where did the kindness go?

Why is everything so hateful, harmful and toxic?

Why does it appear that people actually enjoy fighting verbally online to prove to their own “friends” that their opinion is the “right” and only opinion that matters?

When did society become so cruel?

Why do so many people become bullies when their fingers hit the keyboard?

When did it become socially accepted to post things simply to embarrass and laugh at unknown people?  

How did we get so far from the human connection that we forgot that there is SOMEONE on the other side of your laughter and you are causing them pain.  They hurt from your words and your hatred.

How did strangers become so brutal to other strangers? Adults tearing apart other adults. Children feeling no connection to other children.  

How  is it that a person can  post a video with nothing but good intentions, and they instantly become the object of hatred  and ridicule? That person has a heart, feelings, and experiences pain. Do people forget that? How can so many hurt others, intentionally?

There are  serious monsters lurking at the keyboard, waiting for the opportunity to pounce on victims… victims that are helpless and innocent, who quickly find themselves the prey to one of the worst predators, the cyberbully.   

Social media users were not  so brutal a few years ago. It changed. The users changed. Did social media bring out the worst in so many, or was everyone just keeping the devil down low until they found an outlet?

What happened to society?

It’s not too late.  

I want it back.

You should want it back.

We need to return to when we shared in the happiness when reading about life’s little treasures, the pleasure in other people’s joy, and the moments of laughter from personal experiences.   The digital world should be leaving positive footprints, ones that we could all be proud to read and share, even if we scroll through the 1K plus comments.   

Everyone should keep in mind that these words will be left for OUR children, and OUR grandchildren and I really pray that they see the better side of humans, the side that I believe was once there before the world of negative social media took over.  

@HLF Expressions

Just Speak


To the girls who think they need to always be “sweet”.

Speak your words

Speak your feelings

Speak your truth

Speak your heart

When you don’t like something…say it.

When your feeling are hurt…express it.

When you want things to be different…change it.

When you are asked a question…answer it honestly.

When you are not  treated the way you want… end it.

Don’t worry about being labeled a bitch.  

It is better to be called a bitch and get what you want, than to be called “sweet” and have everyone walk all over you.  

Speak to be safe.

Speak to be happy.

Speak to be honest.

Speak to be you…the real you.




A divorce was something I never saw for my future.

It was like being torn open, and I needed  a suture.

So, I started dating again, as a grown adult.

Here are the outcomes and the basic result.


I once  dated a  man who woke up my soul.

He will always be remembered for making me back whole.

He was my first encounter after my painful divorce,

He made me feel like a woman meeting her white horse.


I once dated a man who was going through a similar situation.

We would spend hours swapping stories and having conversation.

He was my confidant, and someone I really enjoyed.

But he met a woman and any hope was soon destroyed.


I once dated a man who made me laugh non-stop.

His speciality was making yummy soup of egg drop.

His strengths were his desires, massages and jokes.

His weakness was being with a lot of other folks.


I once dated a man who was a crush from high school years.

Sadly, he had demons and often one too many beers.

But, I am grateful for him for opening my eyes

To an amazing group, which I will always have ties.


I once dated a man that gave me so much loving support.

My dad even drove me to pick him up at the airport.

We talked and laughed and we shared one wonderful evening.

But we knew it could never last because soon he’d be leaving.


I once dated a man who surprised me with riding horses.

We dined out at restaurants and ate many courses.

It was with great surprise when he cancelled our last date.

I guess he wanted out, and he just couldn’t wait.


I once dated a man who wrote and sung me a song.

It was so beautiful, and I thought we were going strong.

I was a bit startled,  when he said we needed to talk.

He told me he wasn’t feeling “it”, leaving me to take a walk.


I once dated a man who was extremely damn luscious.

He was gentle, kind, sexy and crazy delicious.

In a different world, and if we were closer in age,

I think  our story would have had a lot more on the page.  


I once dated a man who just wanted me to smile.

He went above and beyond,  always to the extra mile.

I take the blame, because my head wasn’t clear.

Timing is everything, I wish I met him this year.


I once dated a man who was my high school boyfriend.

For a brief moment I thought  we were meant to transcend.

But my teen wishes didn’t hold up to my single mom dreams.

At least this time when we ended, we didn’t need screams.


I once dated a man who I thought had hope.

But it wasn’t too long before we went on a downward  slope.

I made dinner, lit  candles, and thought it was THE night.

And then he never showed, so he can go fly a kite.


I once dated a man, that held my love for so MANY years.

Who caused me to shed an enormous amount of tears.

He said we were soulmates but then he changed his course,

And he crushed my heart with such a massive force.


I thank them all for the lessons that I have learned.

Some more than others, for I have been burned.

You might think I feel bitter, or even depressed.

But,  instead it’s all good since my feelings are expressed.


I have not given up, maybe there will be love one day.

It is quite possible by then that my hair will be ALL grey.

My goals are simple, my dreams are not complicated.

And I know that my heart can still be captivated.


But if not, its ok, I love my family and friends.

And I will keep smiling and laughing until the end.