Happy Mother’s Day to all of you! As we work each day to do what’s best for our children whom we love more than anything else in the wide world, I write today with an embarrassing admission:
Years ago, when visiting friends of ours, the first thing we saw upon entering their beautiful, new house was a massive play room where the designer had intended a formal dining room. We didn’t have kids yet, and I remember my husband and I vowed that we’d never let Kid-dom creep in and eat away at every adult space in our home.
Lying there in the darkness of my room, I found that my mind was wide awake with the thrill of possibility: what could I accomplish today, with this “found time”? What hadn’t I reached yesterday or the day before?
If you follow my Facebook posts, you read one liners and anecdotes from Positive Me, where I update my friends and family with cute pictures of my kids playing basketball or sailing submarines in Boy Scouts because the whole truth is too tough for Facebook.
Take it from me: You don’t have to be overly stoic or Super Mom, or – God forbid – a martyr when your child’s gotta have surgery. Our oldest daughter was only one when she had the first of three eye surgeries. Now, she’s 7, and she’s got to go back “under the knife.”
A week ago today, the unspeakable happened, and tomorrow – three days before Christmas – three more tiny coffins go into the ground. If we are so inclined, we – the living – can comfort ourselves with stories of heroism like that of Victoria Soto who apparently threw herself in front of flying bullets to form a bodily barrier…
I stepped on another Lego last night walking into the darkness of the toy room after putting in a 12 hour day at work. Because I still had on my shoes, the piercing plastic corner did not impale that tender spot on my foot’s arch like it often does.
Throughout the night, I woke to the wind’s howling, snuggling down deeper into my daughter’s quilt keeping warm via old fashioned body heat. The temperature inside the house when we woke was 60 degrees.
As a fellow with the Virginia Community for the Creative Arts (VCCA), I was eligible to apply for VCCA’s sister residency at Le Moulin a’ Nef in this little European utopia listed as one of the 100 Most Beautiful Villages in France.
Kathy balances work, kids, time for herself…and her newest guilty pleasure, “The Wire.”