I preface important things. I always have. If something I need to say is difficult to say, or it’s really personal or important, I tend to qualify it a lot.… Read More
It knows I need it’s creeks and a yard in which to play. It knows that, when my car has broken down on the side of the road, I need a friendly stranger to pull over and offer assistance. It knows that, when dark falls, it’s time to sleep and that businesses should still be closed on Sundays. Its overgrown peach and apple trees, its’ red clay in Georgia and cotton fields downhome, these things bring me comfort. It’s a bit of a fanciful notion, being overcome by a sense of geography, but we’re all a little starry eyed down here. Maybe that’s because our cities sleep and the stars are bright in our small towns.
Taking the time to put aside the tears for all that has been lost or broken, and for all the pain on both sides, that has been created to say “I love you” remembers the support, safety and strength that once was there. Goodbyes are important because they allow us to move on, to pick up the pieces and wake up the next day, believing that there is hope for joy after the rain. Goodbyes are important because remind us that both parties matter.
You don’t have to be Super Mom, you don’t have to be promoted. You don’t have to be a size six and it’s okay if dinner is burned. Sometimes spending the whole day in your pajamas is exactly perfect, and sometimes chocolate is necessary to maintain sanity.