Beyond Pearls: She's just like me

Friday, September 17, 2010

She's just like me

She asked if I missed having little ones.

Sometimes, I said, I see a mom wheeling a babe in a stroller; one tugging on her skirt; her belly round.

For a split second I think, hey, look, she’s just like me.

But then I remember and breathe … well, once.

My senescent hands, spotted and worn, grasp the recollections racing before me and tuck them away again. Safe and sound.

And in gratitude, I smile.

2 comments:

Faith on the High WireSeptember 17, 2010 at 12:45 PM
Sublime!
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AnonymousSeptember 17, 2010 at 5:07 PM
Exactly my feelings and you put it so well.
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"It is Jesus that you seek when you dream of happiness; He is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; He is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is He who provoked you with that thirst for fullness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is He who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is He who reads in your hearts your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle.

It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be ground down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal." ~ Saint Pope John Paul, the Great

“One writes not to be read but to breathe...one writes to think, to pray, to analyze. One writes to clear one's mind, to dissipate one's fears, to face one's doubts, to look at one's mistakes--in order to retrieve them. One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to disperse one's gloom. Like prayer--you go to it in sorrow more than joy, for help, a road back to 'grace'.”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, War Within & Without: Diaries And Letters Of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1939-1944