I was lucky to have the weekend off. It was half self-imposed, Jim was away and I was alone with our son. I thought, “I have so much to do with the business, how am I ever going to get it all accomplished in 48 hours when Jim is gone .” I instead sat quietly and decided to take some time off as I carefully rolled on my Halloween socks and bundled our son up for a walk. We played for the entire weekend; on the lawn, in the park and at home.
We met a very nice dog and flaunted our socks. I realized that saying that “life is too short” is in itself a cliche. We pressed on. I touched my son’s hands and put them on the yellow rings so he could feel what it was like to be a gymnast. I put him on the playground tightrope and danced him all the way to the end. I held him in my arms, tight across my chest as we used the swing and flew through the air, his one curl and my tired brown mom hair doing whatever they wanted with the breeze.
Our weekend ended with tired beautiful love. We stopped to see an elderly neighbor and pet his dog Roxy; we approached home with gratitude and I was so happy that I took the time to