March 23, 2012
They can be cruel to each other. They can be loving to each other. In minutes. But always creative. Always constructing something out of whatever is around. Together.
I can imagine the grown up sisters they will be. The unity. The support. The conversations. The calls. The texts. The boys who will be, who already are discussed.
I am blessed to be around such people. My hands are so lightly parenting them for fear of messing up what God has made already so rich.
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Labels: Artistic Mother Photos, Kids creativity, Life, Motherhood
March 22, 2012
I own a forest
my name is on every branch
I am pointing to the heavens
and beckoning for more
why again and again do I choose
what is not right,
what is not good?
my ruined leaves
scratch the floor
will I listen this time?
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March 21, 2012
The sad song of Alfred J.
I have heard those words. I have written and read those words. Yes. But do I live them?
I am almost 40 years old. Half a life lived in Prufrock spoons. All measured and calculated.
This child, my Laura she is the opposite. No measurement. No calculation. Only doing. Forging ahead to the beat of her own drum.
Did the Lord know my child would be my teacher too?
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Labels: Artistic Mother Photos, Kids creativity, Life
March 20, 2012
traveling with friends
Our children swapping cars. Eating together. Sharing hotels rooms. Excited about everything. Writing in their travel journals. Discussing the architecture of everything we saw along the way.
Our kids were magnificent in their interest in being together and claiming the world as their own.
Our kids are comfortable in their own skins.
Our kids are the people I always wished I been like or at least known.
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March 12, 2012
dark and light
I want to want to find the good in the moment everyday
but I am hard on myself
I see the dark
I want it gone but the habit is very real
there are days when I can't stand the sound of my own voice
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