What do we do
in our daily life
that is bigger than ourself?
Legacy
Looking Within
Look here.
Look there.
Look to him.
Look to her.
Look online.
But let’s not forget,
to look inside.
For there is where the true answer lies.
Freshy-Fresh
Turn the page.
Begin again.
Start over.
Try something different.
Or . . .
just keep on, keeping on.
New. Leaf. Parenting.
Every day is a fresh start.
Every. Day.
So start.
Freshy-Fresh.
Happy New Year to You!
Waves
It’s a little window of time.
Filled with excitement, mixed with worry, mixed with wonder.
Waiting at the airport.
Waiting for the call.
Waiting for the kiss.
Waiting for the letter.
Waiting for the pass.
Waiting for the decision.
Waiting for the ring.
Waiting for Santa.
Waiting for the next contraction.
Waiting for the fish.
Waiting to begin the journey.
Waiting.
Anticipation.
And then . . .
and then. . . .
it’s over.
Until the waiting begins again.
Momma
Hey, little girl.
Soak it up.
All that love shining right towards you because
It’s real.
I’m your momma and I love you through and through.
There may be other babies but to me,
You are you.
And I love you just the way you are.
I’m your momma.
And I’ll never stop loving you.
Daddy
I feel the same, little girl.
You can touch him.
He’s real.
He’s not just the man of your dreams.
He’s your daddy.
And I chose him just for you.
He will show up.
He will know your favorite color.
He will teach you how to fish and how to garden and pass a ball.
He will tell you he loves you and even better,
He’ll show it.
He’s a good, hard-working man.
And he’s your daddy.
Wish it Away
Anyone who has been faced with a chronic illness or disability can relate . . .
You pray.
You hope.
You beg.
You wish it away.
You bargain.
You break.
You resign to recognize there are so many others who wish the same. . .
For it to go away.
Until the sickening realization that it may not.
It may for some, but not you.
For you, it stays.
And you wonder- why me?
You look to God, you look to your family and friends and you know,
it’s your burden to bear.
So what are you going to do with it?
We weep. We mourn. We lament.
And then. . .
And then. . . .
we rise.
We rise again.
And again.
And we wish it away again every day.
Buried Relics
The holidays are here and with it a storm of emotions.
Joy, anticipation, dread, and resentment all in the same room mixed with a warm and fuzzy expectation.
For some, it is a time to celebrate.
For others, sadness and anger dominates.
And yet, regardless of our buried relics, this season demands a cease fire.
Patience in the face of indignation.
Understanding in place of incredulity.
Kindness over judgement.
Because on Christmas of 1914, even the Germans and the British ascended their trenches to sing Christmas carols.
And if they can, so can we.
Small Things
You see a small girl in big, white boots and I see so much more.
I see the discarded shoes belonging to her three sisters and the slippers belonging to her granny.
I see the matchbox car parked next to the princess toys that define my third-born.
I see my husband’s favorite sweatshirt hanging from the coat rack. We have no idea how we acquired this sweatshirt. It just appeared in our house one day and has yet to leave his side.
The nightlight represents the light that chases away my daughters’ fear of the dark.
And that white Tupperware from the 70s belonging to my mother-in-law and filled with flour is temporarily sitting on the bench to make room for all of the Thanksgiving sides in the refrigerator.
A picture is a thousand words.
So look closely at yours.
Because the small things aren’t worth missing.
Truce
No, I cannot understand where you are coming from.
And yes, I realize you feel the same.
So, instead, let’s agree to disagree.
A truce.
