it’s been hours of arms circling the cylinder of the toilet, its white waist rising and i’ve got a baby in my arms. and i kneel there as if in prayer and puke in my hair and my baby laughs. because he doesn’t understand mommy being sick.
and this afternoon, curled up on the living room floor, and both boys just staring, at this prostrate mama. and it wasn’t okay, their round eyes told me. heroes can’t get sick.
but we’re all sick. the question is, how to not let our sickness infect our children.
my arms hug the toilet and i wonder, how to let them know i am human, while still rising to meet their needs each day?
and i turn to the Jesus long ago born and always alive and forever will be, and i weep prayers into the bathroom tile, begging him to save us from ourselves.
(on a side note, i have created an Etsy shop… only a very few of my pieces are displayed right now, but over the next couple of weeks i plan to update it. love you.)
today i would like to give away an award winning digital scrapbook software that is extremely easy and fun to use. My Memories Suite is rated #1 by Amazon and TopTen Reviews. using this software, anyone can create digital scrapbooks, photo-books, cards, calendars and gifts without having to buy expensive and complicated software programs.
let me know why you want this software program worth over $40 (a wedding? a new baby?) and in seven days i will select a winner. thank you!
1. link up a post (old or new) between wednesday and friday that you feel is ‘broken’ or ‘imperfect’ or somehow redemptive
2. put the ‘imperfect prose’ button at the bottom of your post, so others can find their way back here (see button code in right-hand column of my blog)
3. read at least one other person’s linked-up prose, and give ’em praise!