Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
Giving Up Good
I used to obsess about the outcome of things in my life. I always wanted things to turn out “good.” I don’t believe in “good” or “bad” anymore. Sure I still use those words occasionally, but not in the same way or with the same belief that my experiences or outcomes are good or bad.
I Know
It’s been an hour since I’ve seen my baby. He’s usually toddling around following one of his brothers or sometimes doing his own thing. I hear him in the background of everything I’m doing. This morning I’ve been writing, cleaning up the kitchen and planning a future full of amazingness. I’ve done all this while putting groceries away and making phone calls, all at once, yeah, welcome to an hour in the life. All this, while I’ve been contemplating a relationship I have and how to show up in it. Things of the heart, they take your attention, yet, I’m still aware of my kids, each one of them, always.
