Today I am being a mom. Sure, we are swimming in an ocean of grief right now, but I am shaking my fist at the sky and choosing to let love and the breath of life prevail. I saved myself a 3+ hour commute and stayed home today. Thank you salaried-job-gods-of-payroll.
When the kids return from school, they will be greeted with a smiling mother with open arms. The house smells of freshly baked banana bread. The washing machine is contentedly agitating the residue of fun times from their skanky dirty clothes. When dinner time arrives, their tummies will be filled with the warm yumminess of ‘taco rice’… …whatever the heck it is. They love it, and by golly, I’m serving it to them tonight. Their stepmom or grandma makes it, and they both rave over it. I’m pretty sure I can come up with something at least, if not more, tasty.
Yes, I know that I am filling holes with bandaids. But that’s the thing. We are alive and breathing and we have today. I am embracing today with all the love and all the energy and all the gratitude that I have. I don’t get to be a stay-at-home mom every day. But today is special.
Today I do.