Saturday, January 23, 2016

white ribbons

In my dream, I was running a snow packed trail that crossed a frozen lake. The only color, white. I could feel the collision of cold air with warm breath.  The raw taste of blood in the back of my throat.  

Breathe more through your nose, he whispered. 

His sudden arrival in my white world causes me to jump and wake.  

5 Am in a quiet dark house. 

I needed to get up anyway.  Leave the beauty of frozen ground behind. Pack up for the second solid day of what needs to be done: working the gym meet. Juggle the girls. 

Balancing between 3 separated households, 4 parents going in 5 different directions, 3 conflicting expectations of me, & 2 little kids.

I know that whatever I am doing probably is short of what it should be- what I could be.  Like cutting trail through knee high snow, there always seems to have been a better way. A way I just can't see. 

I should have kept better track of them AND I should have ignored them, focused solely on my job. I should have gotten them home sooner last night AND I should have made the stay later so I could have helped longer.

I shouldn't have made them walk in the dark and cold with me to my car so I could avoid the walk alone and the circling back to get them.

I wake them early because they have begged to come back with me BUT they really should be sleeping late.  Not waking until the sun rises high enough to light the grass in the backfield.  

I can already hear them moving around getting ready to follow me wherever it is I am going.

They really shouldn't do that....      


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