I'm an extraordinary machine
I was picking out Mother's Day cards yesterday, going through my list. Something pretty with a short and sweet message for my mom, something sweet and "from your son" for my mother in law. Something simple and nice for Pam. It feels weird to change my mental list. Unnatural.
Three years ago we were planning our wedding, Punky had been laid off and was looking for a new job, I was starting my business while my part-time job was in a tough transition. I saw my stress as an ocean. My options were to flail around and potentially drown in it, or to float on top of it, continue to breathe and only make the moves that would steady myself.
I don't envision myself floating anymore. I'm swimming in very particular directions. I'm working on not letting other currents divert me from my destination.
I was driving home from movie night last night and was stopped on 21st Ave. I looked up at a window and saw a college-aged guy sitting at a computer. It's finals week at UMD and elsewhere. Looking at this young man, I breathed in a beautiful moment as I remembered being there and wishing I could be one of those regular, non-studying people living normal lives while I crammed Organic Chemistry into a tired, full brain.
Ah, life is good.
posted by One in a million Saras @ 10:16 AM
1 Comments:
Mother's Day is interesting for me. I miss being able to celebrate my mom more than celebrating being a mom myself. She died 20 years ago and the connection to her almost grows stronger as the years go by. So although I won't be buying her a card or buying her a gift, she will be in my thoughts and prayers and I will honor her even in her absence.
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