Eloquent & sturdy kids are signs of hope.
A renewed energy for the moral & physical health of our country.
We need signs, just like the 1st Peoples who breathed a sigh of relief
when they heard Wood Frogs quack-quacking,
watched Mourning Cloaks flutter out from under the loose bark of the Hickory,
spied the bright red & yellow epaulets of returning Redwing Blackbirds:
signals that a tough winter was over.
Grandkids? World leaders? Parents? Earthlings of any ilk? Are you finding yourself on the lookout for out a metaphorical off-ramp, a work-around? How about a subnivian tunnel?
Mama had a fierce short fuse, 7 kids,
anxiety, loneliness, & fear.
Leaving home at 21, I resolved not-being-Mama would be my default:
My first response wasn’t going to be modeled after Mama’s,
& I’ve stuck w/ this default for 50 years.
So, how’s this worked for me as a wife,mom, & teacher?
It grounded me so I could be strong
& deal in the midst of chaos & crisis, if not perfectly, at least calmly.
PS In the picture, Mama is pinching Bobby’s cheeks over some infraction while Barbara is pushing me to turn around and mind my own business. Ruthie is in front and I suspect little Linda is safe in her right hand. We were all safe when Ruthie had us in hand.