I had forgotten.
But reading the young mom’s blog post
about the birth of her daughter,
the diagnosis of spina bifida,
the clash of her emotions,
her fears of the unknowns,
and ultimately her joy ..
(because after all,
she welcomed a baby
into a family,)
I had forgotten
but now I remembered:
the way I curled up in a ball for 3 days,
knowing I would go on
but clueless as to how.
And then the gift
of family and friends,
co-workers and community,
coming together to help and to welcome
into a family,
Those of us with special needs babies
have unique memories of their birth days;
they are the last threshold
where anything about our child’s life was familiar.
Soon we enter unknown seas
floating in the dark and fog,
because this map of childhood
is beyond our imagination.
We just keep going,
our love as a compass,
believing as we must,
that this world is also round
and we won’t sail off the edge.
Twenty eight years ago
I entered those uncharted seas.
Parenting my son has been my greatest challenge,
and I feel like I’m not done navigating this world as his parent.
But it’s been a worthwhile journey,
and there is none like it,
and I welcomed this young mom
to what I know will be
an amazing trip.
conversation in the car as we traveled back out of Grand Teton National Park and Yellowstone “What picture should I draw today of our trip?”
“The bison in front of the Tetons.”
“I’m not sure how to draw a bison.”
“Just draw a drumstick and add legs.”
Museum of the Rockies – dinosaurs, rocks, Native Americans, pioneers and Pompei – lots of my favorite studies when I was growing up
and then a beautiful drive south along a wandering river with fisherman at every mile or so and rocks, love that geology
instagram for today
traveling I-90 from Spokane to Bozeman, so many little snapshots I took with my mind
I saw a rusted old tractor on a hillside and was reminded of “Otis” from the recent children’s picture book. Here is an old fashioned instagram of the image.
first books of summer:
The Monsters of Templeton
The Bird Skinner
People of the Book
Britt-Marie was Here
Into the Magic Shop
The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend
another found scrap of poem
a change in the wind
shedding all that rooted her
most people look at this photo and see a little guy posing in some crazy-looking sunglasses
I look at this picture and remember a 4 year old, working hard to arrange and hold his paralyzed legs in a position he saw regularly in his relatives and friends
not aware of his sunglasses at all
Seeing green – Carkeek Park, Seattle
it’s a drizzly June day
we stop in to the sandwich shop
“What would you like today?”
we sit and listen to some ladies
at a table across the way
“How was your reuben?”
a couple moves to the back after ordering;
another couple joins them
“What did you all order?”
comment from a listening lady:
“It’s a reuben kind of day!”