I’m a normal mom… I want my privacy now and then. The bathroom to myself on occasion would be nice. A quiet minute to read a good book would put me over the moon on any given day. Sometimes I just wanna scream, "Someone just take them away for two seconds!"
Sometimes I even get that someone and they go away. And I enjoy the time alone; the time to be more productive and organized in mind, body and activity.
But then I’m a normal mom… I really, really, want them back again.
I’m not worried about where they are (MIL). I know they are fine. But I really, really, miss them. We opted not to have them come up here to the hospital because of the inevitable drama over going back home with grandma instead of staying with us here. We’ll invite them up to see daddy once we are a little closer to going home. That way they can just stay with us and skip the separation anxiety -mine, and theirs. Mostly mine.
There's the up.
And the down.
And you know, when you are looking at the lows – focusing on the fast approach of the hard ground - it’s hard not to get dizzy and scared of that possible hit. There's the feeling of losing all sense of balance. The lurch in your stomach of impending doom.
But if you look up…
You see the great blue-ness, the beauty of the clouds. You even get to see that one exact, essential moment where, if you reached up, you could almost, almost, touch the sky.
And when you are swingin’ through life– it’s important to hang on.
Hang on when you are up. Hang on when you are down.