I often blame myself when things go wrong. Don’t we all? I don’t know if it is a mom thing or a woman thing or a human thing. But I’ll tell you what. I don’t often see a dad blaming himself for not foreseeing that their kid was going to need new shoes for Easter.
My kids have almost always reached for my morning coffee. Occasionally I would let them have sips. But after a while I started to worry about stunted growth and caffeine craziness.
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Team. I’ve never really been good at teams.
Every ending is a new beginning. These past 15-17 months have seen a lot of endings and beginnings.
The beautiful daffodils that bloomed just days after the flood.After the terrible flood that changed the course of my life and marriage, I never thought I would see the rainbow. We spent days along with family and friends shoveling out our home. Each visit back to the house brought heartache, anger, and anxiety. Nothing was the same. Nothing would ever be the same.
Sometimes, when the feelings start to creep in, you need to take a deep breath.
EXHALE
I release my feeling of sadness. I will no longer feel weighed down by my losses. I will rejoice in celebration of love and life and memories.
When strangers first meet they shake hands–an affirmation that the meeting is welcome. When we are in the midst of our final goodbyes, we hold hands to comfort our souls.
I want nothing more than just a little extra time. I want nothing more than to hear her voice and see her smile. NOTHING.
Karyn In The Kitchen 