Attaching a meaning to a day…


How does one day pass undistinguished from the next? Realizing it only after a string of them are in the distance. When I take the time to slow down and think about this present moment it seems to come to a screeching halt. It sits in front of me, expands and I stop. I stop the regretting of the past, the worrying about the future. I stop and listen. Why didn’t I hear that bird before? The truck in the distance? My bunny as he curiously hops over to check out what I’m writing? I’m actually missing a lot by not stopping. I think I’m missing more life by doing, doing and doing. I knew that Mother’s Day was coming. The calendar, the ads in the newspapers, the crowd around the cards at Target told me. I knew that it was going to be a whole day just for moms. I think about how blessed I am to be a mom, the challenges, the gifts, the tremendous responsibility in my hands. I think about my own mom. The life we wove together, the strings that were tied, untied, knotted, untangled. She lives in a memory care home now. Very far away from me, the distance feeling like a gap, cutting through what’s real and what’s not. My brother sees her everyday. I pray for her everyday. I hear her the last time we spoke, the last time she remembered who I was. It goes by so quickly, it’s gone so quickly. Don’t let it pass without stopping.

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