Driving home, mind racing a million miles a second as a Momma’s mind does.
So much of the world is hurting right now.
And we aren’t talking scraped knees, we are talking full on heart attacks and kidney failure; possibilities that it may not be able to be repaired, and if it can be, it will take a long time. No easy fix.
I’ve got four small humans who depend on me. For everything. Not just to feed and clothe them, but to guide them in good morals and teach them empathy.
To love them so fully and unconditionally that they learn to love themselves equally so.
I also really suck at cooking and I’m sick of trying to figure this food business out Every. Single. Day.
And maybe I want to go back to school. Not to work, but maybe to school.
And there I am when suddenly the voice on the radio sings to me, “She’s a good girl, loves her mama…” and that’s when it starts.
Those tears are unstoppable and I don’t know why it’s this moment that they finally fall. The cathartic letdown in the midst of so much pain.
So much uncertainty.
So much beauty.