Band-Aid please......

Does anyone have a Band-Aid? There is a gunshot wound that needs attending. I don't know how to fix some things. Also, how does one tell which things are worth fixing?

Down through the years, whenever I saw friends and/or family members stop communicating, I always thought that surely there could be a reasonable solution to ANY problem. There wasn't anything worth losing someone held dear.

What if those among the closest, have betrayed all held dear to such an extent that there cannot and will never be a compromise? One is only left with a devastating gunshot wound to their emotions. That is when communication grinds to a halt.

I think the wisest way to heal an emotional gunshot wound is by applying the Band-Aids to the outer edges of the wound. Thus the center stays open, and all infection can seep out slowly. It may take longer to heal, but it will leave one healthier in the end.

Children

With our big move upon us, I am so worried about the effect it will have on the boys. I want their childhood to be perfectly idyllic. Sometimes the need to provide that for them almost paralyzes me.

Am I worried over nothing? I simply do not know. I look around at some of my favorite people and all the storied childhoods that they have. These are some of the most amazing people in the world, and they sustained through the scrapes and bruises of childhood. Their childhood and mine are the substance of fodder for us when we gather. We laugh and poke at each other, knowing that at the end of the day - we all are in this, one for all and all for one.

So I will have to concede that my precious boys are made of resilient, sturdy stock. I have determined to move cautiously and with their best interest at heart. They will not break apart at each and every one of life's little disappointments, as nor will I. We, as a family, will temper our downs with ups. So one day, they too will have fodder to share setting around with their own group of rag-tag amazings.

weary.....let me rest

Extraordinary has blanched plain,
My soul has become strained.
Beauty is so fleeting,
Self-esteem takes a beating.
Slight of hand, shift of eye -
Whole universe hangs on a sigh.
I feel as if my soul is tied
To all which I am denied.