Talking in Parenthesis

Ramblings and angst from a mostly stay at home mom

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us. It is in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Growing Up, part 2

This being a grown up thing is for the birds. Yep that is what I have decided. And I don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to deal with it. My Dad is in the hospital for observation and tests. He had had chest pains and discomfort. So far so good. But there still are tests yet to run. So I am supporting Mom through all of this. I want to support her, but it is a life changing moment to realize your Mom is leaning on you and not the other way around. I remember the first time my husband and I realized the torch had been passed from his parents to us as the head of the family. His sister had just died and it was up to us to keep it together. To all the organizing things, the little things that need done. Not that it was big deal but it is a water shred moment when you realize that you parents (or in laws) are looking to you for advice, support and general in what to do.

So What I have decided is I want to be 5 again. I think that is a perfect age. Young enough to still get away with so baby stuff. Like naps and the occasional melt down. But old enough to play. TOday I would like to spend the day in a sand box making giant mountains or on a swingset seeing how far I could jump. My only worries would be if we ran out of red popsicles and I had to eat the dread orange. Yep that would be the life.

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