Miles in front Miles behind Yet, it feels like I'm standing still Stuck in a loop Remembering the past Looking toward the future- Past and future Each holds An importance Of its own One influences the other The other reflects the one Perhaps the secret Lies in the stillness Of a single breath When they are Momentarily the same
I drove from Tulsa to Dallas yesterday. Our nine-month-old granddaughter is in the hospital with pneumonia. I checked the remaining miles on my map at least one hundred times.
Even when I knew I’d traveled a distance, it felt like I would never arrive. Those last ten miles were the slowest.
But I made it. Held my sleeping granddaughter. Sat still, watched and listened to her breathe. Silently breathed a prayer.
Happy to report our sweet girl is getting better. ❤️
Watching you hold her I remember Holding you No thought of How I would feel From this vantage No thought of The excitement born From watching you Know the joy and laughter The lessons and messes - Watching you hold her Worried because she is sick I remember Holding you the same Praying away the struggles All the while knowing They are part of our world But only a part One superseded by the joy Found in the memory Of holding you While watching you hold her
Yesterday, I celebrated my 56th birthday! And my oldest son celebrated his 29th. I’ve been a mom for 29 years. This year, I watched as my son became a parent. And Gigi is now on the list of names to which I answer. What a gift!
Little hands Being held Little hands Holding on Pulling, stretching Twisting, turning Muscles growing stronger Until…Suddenly She lets go! Finding herself In a new position With a new perspective Her world Growing bigger With each turn Each smile Each Way to go! And We love you! Keep rolling Baby girl We are watching
You probably guessed already, but sweet Emi rolled over! We just happened to be on a video chat at that very moment. What a fun celebration! Roll, Emi, roll! ❤️
I am sure time has passed exponentially faster since I became a Gigi…
It was an eventful week. My yearly physical suggested the need for cholesterol medicine. Then I was rear-ended Thursday on my way home from work.
Such is life, out of our control. Well, I can do some work on the cholesterol front. But that’s not the point. The point is hope remains.
A weekend visit meant all the chicks in the nest, along with the grandbaby chick. Girls went to a concert, boys to a movie. And Gigi hung out with Emi.
The Best Medicine
Listening as you Find your voice Watching as you Learn to reach Rocking as you Fall asleep Troubles Of the day Melt away
We closely watched As our children grew Each part of us Each their own A continuation Of family trees With roots and branches You and I will never know- We’ve heard stories of Transplanted roots Broken branches Colorful leaves We’ve watched More than once As one season ended And a new one began Love and joy seeded Along with pain And heartache- Seems strange Speaking of them In the same breath Yet, here they are Wise falling leaf Innocent Spring bud Quietly encouraging me To embrace this current season-
Do not look too far ahead. Do not look too far behind. Do not hang on so tight, That you miss The peaceful wind Blowing thru your hair.
Simply hearing You arrived safely And every ounce Of worry disappeared Simply seeing Your sweet face And my heart Filled to overflowing- I am convinced Our capacity To love grows Exponentially With the birth Of a child And when that baby Is a grandchild- Well, I will keep Searching for words And let you know- It’s going to be an adventure! 💗
As I walk into The clearing Time slowly rewinds The rises and falls In this small plot of Gently rolling land Are interrupted by A quiet stream And perfectly placed oaks A perimeter of pines Provides a freedom Not easily found In the outside world Freedom taken for granted Until life allows for Both leaving And returning- As I walk down That familiar road Still shaded by trees The whispers Of many childhoods Are carried on the breeze- There you are! We are so glad to see you again. Won’t you come and play?
Waiting on the arrival of sweet Emilia has me reflecting on many things- my own childhood, the childhoods of our children, the continuing seasons of parenting, and now becoming a grandparent. I am looking forward to once again seeing life in a new light.
Piano Girl 