On MOPS Tuesday's I visit the Chick-fil-a with two friends. After eating our chicken, and licking all the drips that trickle down the sides of our kids free cones the children disappear into the wonderfully clean, sound-proof-booth that is the play place. And the girls get to talk.
Sometimes we talk about shoes and new wardrobes, but today after a refill of diet-lemonade, or was it tea? We started talking about the real "stuff" of life.
Like loss, our crappy world, infertility, etc.
When someone is grieving - we hug them. When someone is happy - we hug them. When we want to say I love you - we hug. When we want to say I'm sorry - we hug.
And, it's a funny thing the human reaction.
While some are renewed and strengthened in the embrace of another's arms, others melt into a soppy pile of tears as the emotions we thought we had under-control come rushing back to the surface; and with wounds re-opened and more painful than the initial injury we fall-to-pieces.
Me, I'm a little of both; but mostly the wounded, fall-to-pieces, soppy pile of tears option. That doesn't mean you shouldn't hug me - just consider this your fair-warning of my natural human-reaction.
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I've been on a silent journey For a year, I explained the pain and weakness away, it was the gardening or hormones or in my hea... -
This is a face forever altered in wrinkles and worry lines These eyes have been bled dry of tears and yet they still cry This ... -
Dear Baby Girl (you're gone) -- You would be five, but your body never was and instead you're just a beautiful soul I don... -
It doesn’t discriminate There is not one age, social status, family model or culture it attacks For it cares not of its victims ... -
The house is hurriedly swept, papers stashed, candles that smell of cookies lit, laundry hidden away, dinner inhaled - dishes entombed, and... -
Being a nurse was always where my heart was set So all the Sunday dinners I missed I can not regret Because caring for others' hurts, ... -
The word rolled off her tongue and I was frozen I couldn't have just heard what my brain is telling me I heard Not from her, Beautifu... -
My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer... -
There's orange shag carpet covering the floor Cards slide across the wooden table as kids make sound effects from behind the couch The...
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To all the Mom's Sacrifice comes easy at first, it starts with your body and then it's your sleep - until you realize it'...
2 comments:
Man, and I thought you had it all together. You always just look so, well, TOGETHER. I saw you in the picture of you with your little nephew and you just seemed so "put back together".
Me? I'm a mess. Did I tell you that I cannot hold newborns?
I am thanking God for blogs. :)
I loved holding him, and everytime I've- AGAIN - made peace with it, with our decision someting stirs me up.
Please feel free to fall-apart with me anytime - via blog or non-blog :)
I don't often comment, or maybe ever...but I love your blog - your honest, funny, and real :)
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