The old things to me are the ways that, for this moment, hour, or day, I am not trying to become a new, better, healthier, more interesting me. I’m just filling up my cup with the simple comforts that needn’t be appreciated by anyone but myself.
Perhaps today is a day to observe the world, to sit and not be of any use to anybody, adding nothing to the world around me except as a quiet presence.
There are always a couple of old men who are way too fit for their age, so their body is just a confusion of muscles and wrinkles and it’s slightly terrifying. They always seem to be standing around talking and joking about topics I can only guess at. Probably tuna sandwiches and The War (which one doesn’t matter). The nurse in me wants to approach the group and gently help them sit down, asking if I can take their blood pressure and do they need some Asprin.
“I could go into this very deeply, with very specific examples involving my sweet son trying to claw a little girl’s eye out at church who was 1/3 of his size, but I’ll spare you the mortifying details. Very simply, approach every mom with the gentleness you would want to receive because little Beau is going to shit in a strangers purse someday and you’re going to be really grateful if that woman has some understanding.”
Seb looked straight at me, a wicked twinkle in his eye. Without breaking the intense eye contact he had started, he slowly put one short leg up on the coffee table. “Sebastian Thomas.” I said sternly, “I don’t want you to climb on the coffee table.” With a smile that can only be described asRead more
Every day these mom muscles grow and get stronger in new ways- but not on my own. The truth is that I would be nothing without God reviving me. Breathing life back into this tired, exhausted body of mine and gently telling me “I know you have no patience, but I do.”
Seb has been sick all week and oh.my.gosh. There has never been a longer week. As any mom knows, your kid being sick is the worst for two reasons. You’re homebound and can’t see other moms and day drink while your kids run wild and free. Oh, and your kid is sick and it’s sad,Read more
I was making more money than I ever had before, and in that grace period, before the loans payments started, it was feeling cush. Cue throwing money into the air (and hastily catching it-waste not).
We fight all the time. Like not all the time, but we fight. Sometimes close to an event. Or an open window. We’ve fought moments before someone’s wedding, after their wedding, during their wedding. Whispering insults out the side of my mouth in the pew mid-vows while trying to nurse a discontented Seb is not whatRead more
You know that feeling when the staircase ends but you’re not expecting it? So you’re just suspended in mid-air for a second and then you kind of land clumsily because you weren’t ready to be on solid ground again? That millisecond of the unknown, that fraction of a moment of unpreparedness is how adulthood as a new adult feels like 99% of the time.