We plan and march like ants driven by our missions and tasks.
Urging on with blinders.
Breathing in. Breathing out.
Lists in one hand. A list of our lists in the other.
Dodging bump and pothole. Ducking beneath the low branches.
Sun comes up. Sun goes down.
Control.
I mentioned “surprises” in a recent post. Jordan and I found out last week that our family was going to be blessed with another niece or nephew.
Sawyer had on a “Big Bro” t-shirt on during our Mother’s Day trip to my mom’s house to announce the happy surprise.
Funny how things can change in one week, as we press forward in our single file lines…. heads straight and facing front.
I don’t even know what to say and I don’t want to speak for my dear sister, but this week’s news is much more somber.
We plan and march like ants … driven ….
Click here for her story……
I was listening to a DJ this morning talking about a band, Death Cab for Cutie and how they don’t polish out all the kinks and flubs from their recordings.
In a saccharin world, I found this somehow refreshing. What a novel concept. Humans being human …. What? What’s that? Imperfect? Imperfect in PUBLIC? GASP!
The DJ ended his comments with, "can you tell where they messed up?" I concentrated looking for what was "wrong" instead of loving everything that made it right. And no. No, I couldn't tell.
I admire my Sara and her strength.
“These things happen.”
Yes, but it still hurts, and hurting …. hurts.
And sometimes being real and vulnerable when EVERYONE is looking is just what we need.
Repeat after me, “I am human. The bumps will get in my way and I will stumble. I will nosedive into a multitude of potholes. I am going to be ok.”
Now, go hug your momma. Go hug your kids.
-Carmen
Urging on with blinders.
Breathing in. Breathing out.
Lists in one hand. A list of our lists in the other.
Dodging bump and pothole. Ducking beneath the low branches.
Sun comes up. Sun goes down.
Control.
I mentioned “surprises” in a recent post. Jordan and I found out last week that our family was going to be blessed with another niece or nephew.
Sawyer had on a “Big Bro” t-shirt on during our Mother’s Day trip to my mom’s house to announce the happy surprise.
Funny how things can change in one week, as we press forward in our single file lines…. heads straight and facing front.
I don’t even know what to say and I don’t want to speak for my dear sister, but this week’s news is much more somber.
We plan and march like ants … driven ….
Click here for her story……
I was listening to a DJ this morning talking about a band, Death Cab for Cutie and how they don’t polish out all the kinks and flubs from their recordings.
In a saccharin world, I found this somehow refreshing. What a novel concept. Humans being human …. What? What’s that? Imperfect? Imperfect in PUBLIC? GASP!
The DJ ended his comments with, "can you tell where they messed up?" I concentrated looking for what was "wrong" instead of loving everything that made it right. And no. No, I couldn't tell.
I admire my Sara and her strength.
“These things happen.”
Yes, but it still hurts, and hurting …. hurts.
And sometimes being real and vulnerable when EVERYONE is looking is just what we need.
Repeat after me, “I am human. The bumps will get in my way and I will stumble. I will nosedive into a multitude of potholes. I am going to be ok.”
Now, go hug your momma. Go hug your kids.
-Carmen
2 comments:
Thank you. I love you.
I heard from a dear friend that she miscarried last week too.
So many angel babies :(
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