Yesterday was day 28 of 30 posts in 30 days, an exercise intended to break a habit of silence during intense transition. I wrote nothing. I felt too shy, uncomfortable in my own skin. I still feel intimidated by the idea of speaking out loud. Still, I made a commitment to myself for this 30 days (for good reason), so today I will write twice, right through resistance that tells me I’m no one and had better keep my trap shut. Ugh. I just heard an old tape.
Observations –
-My lap is too small for him now. Eleven is well past when many boys try to make a nest in their mother’s lap, but my son is small for his age, loves to snuggle, especially on a cold, wet morning during family prayers. He kept sliding off. He has graduated. Fortunately, daddy is happy to hold his dear one. After prayers, our son put one stuffed animal after another on his dad’s bald head, asking, “Who is this?” Once each was accurately guessed, that animal found a lap seat until papa’s arms were full. It was Cowie, poor thing leaking stuffing out of her torn belly (must sew soon), that tipped the scale and sent animals careening back to the bed, courtesy of my husband’s wonderful playfulness. I should have taken a picture.
-Only one more load to leave the house and it will be empty of all but the items our renters are keeping. End of a year long process.
-I feel that facebook is almost as important an invention as the airplane. Regardless of the unpleasantness of certain personalities who will use any means of communication to tear down rather than build up, the potential for sharing valuable information, connecting people, saving lives, strengthening friendships etc, etc exists nowhere else that I am aware of.
Maybe later I’ll have my voice back.