My son is an athlete and this weekend he broke his hand. He most likely needs surgery and he’ll be out for the season. He has a good attitude about the injury, and in his attitude I see how much he’s grown, how much he’s learned in these past few years that we’ve had together. We truly have learned to turn a challenge into an opportunity. There’s no sitting down here; we’re moving forward. Rather, he’s moving forward. Sometimes I forget that I am not him and he is not me. I forget that he has become a man. They tell me this is normal mother-thinking. Every day I’m learning to be a mother. In moments like this, in times such as this, I believe that I have become a mother.
So if one is grateful for the air that we breathe, how can the glass ever be half empty?
It’s one of those days…
Thinking of another moment in time.
A smell in the air,
The light of the day,
And how the shadows
Hit the pavement,
And the ocean air lingered
On that highway ride
It’s one of those days
Of past memory…
Another moment in time
When it was an essence
And Gratitude sang.
Almost forgot to find true love.
Thank God, broken towers provided a light.
Sadness lifted the veil and there He was…
She loves those children who love her smell.
She’d put them in her pocket one by one,
Take them home,
And keep their innocence under glass.
Time is ticking.
She has to save them.