Once upon a time, there was a child who while laying in the grass saw a white balloon drift over her head. It was a warm day, and the grass was cool. The child tried to imagine her life 30 years in the future. She tried and she tried, but could not. Thirty years seemed like an eternity to a ten year old. Her life was unimaginable outside of the there and then. Seems fitting on this Mother's Day that the image of myself resting in the fresh, Spring grass on a gentle slope with fluffy clouds and a lone balloon floating by resurfaced from my deep memory.
I had totally forgotten about it. Until just a few moments ago when I realized that this life is sometimes not what I would have ever imagined. The constant fights of three children are never far from my ears. Even the priest at Mass today mentioned the way he and his siblings fought back in the days before he was priestly.
So, I guess that sibling rivalry is as old as dirt and that I just have to accept it. The only child in me wants to stamp her foot and resist.
I hope you have a great Mother's Day -free of all the stressful bits.
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