Writing tonight for 5 minutes. No corrections, no additions. Just writing. Linking up with Lisa Jo Baker and 5 minute Friday.
I want to watch my son play football. To be part of a team and run his heart out.
I want to lay on the couch with my husband and complain about my day.
I want to cook my son macaroni and cheese for the third time this week because it is the only thing he will eat.
Writing prompt: Ordinary
Ordinary is black and white. Ordinary is blurry, out of focus. Ordinary is left overs the third night in a row.
My world, this world given to me by my Creator, is not ordinary. The colors scream out at me. Grace's strawberrry blond hair. Owen's blue shirts. Only blue. He will only wear blue because it is his favorite color. Gabe's purple journal he leaves on the counter every evening. The yellow aspen tree picture I took in Grand Lake, Colorado.
My world, my view did not go blurry today. Blurry is when I doubt myself and I can't see a purpose. It's when I whisper those hateful words to myself and can't put one foot in front of the other. "Your not patient" "Your lazy" "You really messed that one up". Staying in focus means that I have to repeat the good things to myself. "You were wonderfully and beautifully made". "You are a wonderful, beautiful child of God" "You are loved".
The snapshot of my day today turned out full of color and focused and I am thankful. I know that tomorrow might not be so clear but, I trust in each morning. In each sunrise as a new day. A day to start over. What I learn from each day will carry me into the next.
I don't want ordinary. I want extraordinary. To stay in focus. To see all the brilliant colors of my day.
I want to hold the door for someone and see them smile.
I want to lift up my baby girl and kiss her big crocodile tears away.
I don't want ordinary. I want extraordinary. To stay in focus. To see all the brilliant colors of my day.
I want to hold the door for someone and see them smile.
I want to lift up my baby girl and kiss her big crocodile tears away.
I want to watch my son play football. To be part of a team and run his heart out.
I want to lay on the couch with my husband and complain about my day.
I want to cook my son macaroni and cheese for the third time this week because it is the only thing he will eat.
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I love this post. My sons are all adults now and I have grandbabies but I remember days like these. Thank you for bringing back to this tired heart some wonderful memories of those extraordinary days as a young Mom. Bless you.
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Hi Kris,
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May you and your children be blessed. May this single-parenting week in a strange city go smoothly, and may you continue to savor and be attentive to your Creator's whispers of love and truth to you. He is wonderful, isn't he?
Have a great week,
Jennifer Dougan
www.jenniferdougan.com
Your words themselves create for us the joy you speak of. Well done. My thoughts on "ordinary" took a bit of a turn and ended up with the same focus theme you speak of. You definitely added to my thoughts with this though.... "Staying in focus means that I have to repeat the good things to myself". How true. Thanks for your FMF contribution.
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