Someday Has Come

As I have spent my most recent days trying to walk closely with loved ones and place myself in their shoes in an effort to be as helpful and supportive and loving as I can be, I have been constantly drawn back to thoughts of my own daughters. And to thoughts of mothers.

Audrey and I took a tub the other evening after a very long day. My back was sore and my heart ached. She regaled me with stories of recess and writing practice and let out giant belly laughs as she dumped buckets of soapy water over her head. I was in awe of who she is and all that I have. My thoughts immediately went to what the days must be like right now for my dear friend's mom who is reeling from the recent diagnosis of her daughter's breast cancer. She once shared her days with a vibrant, lively five year old, too.

I prayed with my beautiful girls tonite after warming up their herbal packs, lathering cream on their delicate skin, and tucking them under their quilts. I thought of what my mom must be feeling tonite as my brother is slated for major surgery tomorrow complete with a neurosurgeon and the awareness that he has a long six week recovery ahead of him. She spent night after night of his childhood pulling up the bedcovers, singing him songs, and sending him off to sleep with warm hugs and kisses.

One day when I was bustling about concerned over something relating to the girls, Eric referred to me as "Chicken Little". Audrey and Liv overheard the comment and immediately understood what he meant. It's now a nickname they throw out at me if ever I am running about like a worried mother hen fearing something will happen to them. Or if they think I am "over mothering" them.

"Someday you will understand," I tell them. They are the exact words my mother said to me. Someday is Here and she was right...