Geneva told me I'm a good mom and that she loves playing with me.
Cora asks for me when she wakes up a lot of mornings now, rather than daddy. It's okay that daddy is still her favorite, but it's nice to be wanted, too.
My husband is the best husband, and I don't know how anyone familys without a Jimi. He's the glue, man. He is everything. Everything.
My mom and dad are always there when I call them - they keep the girls when they're sick or because we want to go out, they buy me tires because it's almost Christmas and they know it's not a convenient time for me to spend an unexpected $600, they love us unconditionally and always are there to listen or give advice.
My friends...my friends are the best friends. They think I'm awesome despite all the evidence I give them to the contrary. They love me even though I'm just me.
I love my job. I'm good at it. It's not my dream, but I work with great people, and we have fun while we're doing what we have to do every day to make our dreams happen.
I have a safe place to live. I have reliable transportation. I have access to adequate, affordable healthcare. Our dog is a good boy except when he isn't, but even that isn't SO bad, in perspective.
My life is everything I've ever wanted. I'm so full - of happy, of shame, of joy, of hope. If I could get some sort of guarantee that it won't end in the next 46 years or so, I could live my day to day happy and without a care in the world...
I'm scared for everyone who is not me.
I don't say that with sarcasm or to be witty or tongue in cheek.
I'm scared for parents of sick kids, parents of kids with learning challenges of all sorts. I'm scared for single parents. I'm scared for parents who don't have extended families, or who are far from home. I'm scared for women and men who are underemployed, underinsured. I'm scared for those of us living paycheck to paycheck, with outstanding loans on our only modes of transportation, living in areas where there is little or no public transit, little or no upward momentum...
I'm scared our President is going to make my 401k go away. I'm scared I'll regret not doing better at food storage. I'm scared those will be the least of my fears...
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Please don't make me cry.