These Hands

Fall 203

What will my hands make today?

They are open and ready for anything.

I wonder what I can fit in them

and if I can grasp it or just give it a fling.

 

I have so much potential in what I can do.

They can open and close, they can wriggle and snap.

They can count and be crossed,

clutch and make words just like that.

 

In the palm of these hands,

they can hold your heart.

Always connected to you

back from my start.

 

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Questions?

When do you we lose our sense of questioning the world? I listen to my boys every day and their endless, and I mean endless questions. There is a constant line of questioning when we are getting up in the morning, when we are in the car, at nap time, bedtimseptember 002e and every other possible interlude in between. To us, it gets tiring.

“Why are the leaves falling off the trees?”, “Why do we have to put gas in the car?”, “What’s  for dinner?”, “Why do I have to go to bed now?”,  “Do you want a hot latte?”, “Where does the mail go when the mailman takes it?”, “How does the clock know what time it is?”… and so on.

To the kids credit however, there is the childish impulse to learn as much as they can about their world around them. Things that we take for granted every day are not missed by their eyes or their ears. Small snippets of conversation, books, and even musical lyrics are engrained in their heads. Little sponges.

As adults we often skim over these things in our multitasking world. If it is not on our list of things to do that will get us groceries bought, mortgage paid, clothes on back, and maybe a Saturday night out, then it is probably not going to be a priority.

At what point does our mind switch gears from sheer wonderment and imagination about the world around us and become goal driven devices? I am not sure which of these options is the best one to pursue. I am still trying to balance my childish whims with my adult responsibilities. I hope that I will always childish whims to balance.

 

Thanksgiving

I am thankful for my family, my husband and my amazing boys.They are what I do everything for.
I am thankful for my health, the food on the table and the warm clothes we have and the roof over our heads.I am thankful that I am able to provide these things. When I have days where the house is not cleaned, the dinner is not something fit for a foodie or the fashion seems to be lacking, I remember that I am lucky. I am blessed to have the messy toys on my floor. I am blessed to have a set dinner time with my family each night. I am blessed that when I am late for that dinner time, my three year old holds me accountable. I am blessed that I can afford to worry about clothes at all.
I am thankful that I have faith, love and hope in my life.When I look around me every day, I can see example after example of how it would be easy to be taken in by despair and helplessness. I know that I need to keep love in my life and remember that love, faith, and hope will carry me through. I often have to stop and think to myself that one day when I am no longer here, there is only one thing that I want people to really say about me. “She was a good mother, and person.” I try every day to aspire to this statement. In doing so, it sometimes becomes overwhelming until I remind myself that I do not have to perfect to be this person. I just have to love, have faith and keep hope for the future. Image
These are things that I will not take for granted.