Moms don’t need to hear we’re going to miss this. We need to hear we’re going to make it through this.

Today I have been the mean mom, the tired mom, the overwhelmed mom, the anxious mom, the impatient mom, and the want-to-turn-in-my-mom-card mom.

This is such a weird time. Social What?? Sheltering-in-Place? No TP left? Hand sanitizer a thing of the past? Everything is closed?

Guess what? Not all is lost.

The last couple of weeks have been stressful, to say the least, but they culminated in realizing today that my husband and I missed an important event which occurred this morning.

A couple of weeks ago I missed my daughter’s parent-teacher conference. Like just plain forgot it. The meeting was requested by her teacher so we could touch base on some things. I requested a particular timeframe and the confirmation paper was sent home in my daughter’s folder the week her dad and I were so sick. And I was a no-show.

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They say, “Keep the faith.”

Have you ever been on the verge of losing everything?

A few months ago, my beloved grandmother passed away. It was not entirely unexpected, but the passing of such a cherished and monumental person in my life threw me into a tailspin. My world suddenly looked different and took on a different meaning. In some moments I didn’t recognize myself and in other moments I feel like I reverted emotionally to the person I was as a child. They say that the death of someone close to you changes your perspective on life, and I can certainly vouch for that.

Let’s go over a few definitions together:

Justice is righteousness. Righteousness is freedom. Freedom is liberation.

Darkness is absence of light. Light allows vision. Darkness is blindness.

Hatred is hostility and avoidance. Love is attachment and devotion. Hatred and love cannot coexist. Avoidance and attachment are opposites.

Devotion is dedication to a cause. A cause necessitates action.

Are there any train lovers out there? Specifically, are there any tunnel lovers out there? I absolutely love tunnels. I love everything about them – their darkness, cave-like qualities, echoes, and the fact that almost always, there is literally a light at the end. I have driven through tunnels dug into mountains, giant underground tunnels carrying foot and automobile traffic underneath large cities, and I have walked through tunnels underneath streets and carved into the trunks of giant redwoods in California. The whole concept of tunnels and their different types fascinates me. Plus, echoes, amiright?

Today’s post is a pair of poems, written at the same time in 2004. Enjoy.