Growing Up Is Hard To Do

My daughter, Lilly, is growing up.

And quite frankly, it's killing me!

I mean, I knew it was inevitable...right? The natural progression of life tells us that aging happens--day by day, year by year; there is no stopping it. I see the telltale signs of it in the little lines on my face and in my neck. I feel the telltale signs of it when I think I'm young enough to stay up for a midnight movie, and then fall asleep halfway through! It stinks.

Receiving Compassion

Usually, when I sit down to write--fingertips hovering over white alphabet keys, computer screen softly glowing in my eyes--I have a carefully thought-out idea as to what my post will be. It has a beginning, a middle, a lesson or a funny anecdote, an ending.

Today is a little different in that I have so many thoughts bumping around in my head, but with so little structure and order. It is as though my heart is swelling within my chest, my friends, making it difficult to take deep breaths. My feelings of total and sincere gratitude are filling up all the achy cracks in my weary mama's body, and if I don't sit down and just write...I. Might. Burst.