Relatable

Have you ever seen a gray moon?

Not just the color,

Sort of overcast, hanging sadly in the shadows of the night,

It illuminates nothing, and yet it still gives off a pitiful puff of light

Like the end of the last drag of a wilting cigarette.

Lifeless, dull, dreary, weathered

Smudged glass reflecting fingerprints

Yellowing newspapers crinkled in a scrapbook

Quietly standing by, observing the night

From the corner of a barren room,

Perhaps a musty-scented basement?

Perspective can change its appearance and

The moon can illuminate -White! Harvest! Yellow! Shining!

But not tonight

Not here

Not in this season

It is just gray.

I can relate.

You Just Never Know

Last week a very good friend who has been struggling with infertility got the most shocking and amazing news of her life… she and her hubby are expecting!

I felt especially happy for her as this friend’s journey to become a mom, although different, reminded me of my own and struck a deep chord in my soul.

I have written before of how the unrelenting sting of infertility feels much further away these days, in this messy house that booms of giggles and shrieks and tantrums and cries. It is easy to push out of sight and out of mind the fact that we once wanted more than anything to be parents, and yet it seemed that it would never, EVER, happen. Never.

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Day Two (Summer Breaking Point)

We are on day two of summer break… MAY DAY! MAY DAY! Morse code… send in reinforcements!

I used to pride myself and question (yes, judge) the thought processes of those moms who were like “Ugh, summer break! What am I gonna do with these kids all day?!” Didn’t they WANT more time with their precious angels? Wouldn’t they thoroughly enjoy every extra second of quality time with their young children before their young children grew into teenagers who didn’t want to spend time with them?! Psshhh…

And then I had kids of my own.

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