I am holding him in my arms. Squeezing so tightly I know my arms will probably be sore tomorrow. He is thrashing and his eyes are shut so very tightly. I am begging him to look at me so I can try again.. I was frustrated and exhausted because all I wanted him to do … [Read more…]
He’s where I belong. I’m where he belongs. And that’s never gonna change.
Sometimes I exhale the stress of a moment. Other times I exhale the stress of a lifetime.
this choosing of whitespace, it’s a mighty work. I’m moving a mountain of stress, anxiety, fear, one shovel of scary crap and deep breath at a time.
It feels like every split second my thoughts are splintered. No one single task ever has my full and undivided attention.
True love is him asking, “Why do you love me?” and me answering, “Because it’s worth it.”
But as I stood there in front of her, humbled as she gave me a necklace, an awkward hug, I didn’t see a star – I saw a sister.