confessions while a baby is birthing

confession: in my perception of the world, florida is a different country, cuban coffee is a hard-core drug, screen-covered pool enclosures are brilliant, hurricanes can’t touch live oaks with drapes of spanish moss because live oaks are the strongest, oldest, most majestic trees in the south.

confession: this week i’ve met people who instantly loved me because of my connection to someone they love. i loved them for the same reason. if we realized that we are connected with everyone it would be easily automatic to instantly love everyone we meet.

confession: i get snippy when i need sleep, food, or alone time.

confession: peanut butter and jelly on white bread is what the little girl inside me wants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. i never buy white bread, but sometimes it comes with the barbecue that ends up in my fridge.

confession: at this moment a new baby i’ll love throughout my life is making its entrance into the world. this child’s mother had her labor induced at 7:30 a.m. i’m waiting all day to hear that both mother and child are safe and healthy. if i lived 1,200 miles north, i’d be waiting with her at the hospital. we’re scared. we’re excited. scared and excited feel almost the same.

confession: i keep booking trips away from home. i’m running away from what is familiar and painful. i’m running to whatever is new and distracting.

 

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About angel joy

love is an action verb. i live love in action.
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2 Responses to confessions while a baby is birthing

  1. complete says:

    confession: i doubt myself. i doubt others. i doubt….

    confession: i remember 17. 17 is hard. it is hard to watch 17 year old pain whether i am the teen or the mother.

    confession: all is love or an appeal for love. i am learning to try to look at others and myself knowing this. i am a average learner with flashes of brilliance.

    confession: i am replacing pity with power.

    confession: i am learning that i play mediator too often. i need to disappear and let others work things out for themselves more often. this is soooo hard for me. i remind myself that control is an illusion…

    i love you.

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