
March un-Madness
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🎼Memories in the Rest
Awake early - as the case often is ....
Seems like that’s when God & I do our best visiting.
Maybe the freshness of the quiet is when my thoughts are clearer.
Reflecting on this last week...week 2...
I think week one we were still trying to figure out our way- gathering our goods, stocking our cupboards, settling in...
Then week two we settled in our new norm ...
zoom classes, online lessons, revised meals together-
just us in our little world together looking out while staying in...
The thoughts that were random became more in tandem as we rolled along...
And I remembered...
15 years ago I was on bed rest awaiting the arrival of the brothers. Grace was 2 and I was 39.
We were rolling along doing our usual - awaiting them until things came to a screeching halt. March 1, 2005
I was forced to complete my pregnancy on bed rest - determined to do it at home - not in the hospital.
Thankfully I had a physician that agreed.
Everyone had their parts and being home allowed me to see Grace daily.
Good for both of us.
I would have never survived 6 weeks -without her- in the hospital.
So ironically enough I was on a “stay-at-home” order 15 years ago at this same time.
One thing this second verse of staying home has taught me is that there is no place I would rather be and no one I would rather be with.
We have found our way.
This week as I put structure in my day- I was less inclined to try and control the children’s.
We had our touch points-
meal time,outdoor time , movie time ...but we needed space in our togetherness.
(As Khalil Gibran writes of)
I won’t bore you with the details but suffice it to say it worked itself out.
Just like 15 years ago - I waited this week with the same three people as now.
Different season, different places,
same people, same peace...
knowing it won’t last forever-
I will someday look back and remember the brief moment,
that interlude when the music paused & we waited together for that next verse..
for in the quiet the music isn’t gone-
the beat is still pulsing in the quiet...
There’s more to come- enjoy the hearts & hands near til the verse begins again...
Prayers for Peace, friend
(As only a mother would know- Christopher on the right, Chandler on the left with Christopher settled and nestled in his spot, Chandler flipping the whole time- Grace with those two fingers in her mouth...I write these from that very spot- memories of the rest)
Awake early - as the case often is ....
Seems like that’s when God & I do our best visiting.
Maybe the freshness of the quiet is when my thoughts are clearer.
Reflecting on this last week...week 2...
I think week one we were still trying to figure out our way- gathering our goods, stocking our cupboards, settling in...
Then week two we settled in our new norm ...
zoom classes, online lessons, revised meals together-
just us in our little world together looking out while staying in...
The thoughts that were random became more in tandem as we rolled along...
And I remembered...
15 years ago I was on bed rest awaiting the arrival of the brothers. Grace was 2 and I was 39.
We were rolling along doing our usual - awaiting them until things came to a screeching halt. March 1, 2005
I was forced to complete my pregnancy on bed rest - determined to do it at home - not in the hospital.
Thankfully I had a physician that agreed.
Everyone had their parts and being home allowed me to see Grace daily.
Good for both of us.
I would have never survived 6 weeks -without her- in the hospital.
So ironically enough I was on a “stay-at-home” order 15 years ago at this same time.
One thing this second verse of staying home has taught me is that there is no place I would rather be and no one I would rather be with.
We have found our way.
This week as I put structure in my day- I was less inclined to try and control the children’s.
We had our touch points-
meal time,outdoor time , movie time ...but we needed space in our togetherness.
(As Khalil Gibran writes of)
I won’t bore you with the details but suffice it to say it worked itself out.
Just like 15 years ago - I waited this week with the same three people as now.
Different season, different places,
same people, same peace...
knowing it won’t last forever-
I will someday look back and remember the brief moment,
that interlude when the music paused & we waited together for that next verse..
for in the quiet the music isn’t gone-
the beat is still pulsing in the quiet...
There’s more to come- enjoy the hearts & hands near til the verse begins again...
Prayers for Peace, friend
(As only a mother would know- Christopher on the right, Chandler on the left with Christopher settled and nestled in his spot, Chandler flipping the whole time- Grace with those two fingers in her mouth...I write these from that very spot- memories of the rest)