I spent all night last night sleeping restlessly, waking up and crying, falling back to sleep, rinse; wash; repeat. It’s strange, this rise of emotion. I’ve known, like you know your name, that my boy would go back to Africa. It’s just that I’d gotten comfortable telling him “You’re going to go back one day. …
Yesterday, at school, I felt that plexiglass feeling again….that thing that threatens to take me down at times for no reason. I remembered something that quickened in my spirit as truth that I’d just heard. All of life is a battle. All of it. Each small moment. Some in the same room as me, some …
Trusting that those of you I’ve wounded will see this. Trusting the raw that my friend and I talked about this morning blesses us, strengthens us to carry on. Keeps us from sinking.
I drove down the road this week playing this over and over in my car. I was so proud of my boy, soon to be gone for a year weaving dreams into coverings for hearts he’s not met yet.. I glanced down at the lock screen on my phone and my granddaughter looks back at …
This is my boy. My firstborn. This is what he’s like……the dreamer of big dreams, always looking forward on the horizon for the next big adventure. I suspect that wanderlust transferred to him through the blood that coarsed through the umbilical cord. I so get this about him. He used to say, “I’ll be the …