Just Write {188}

May 19, 2015

I have at least one new idea every day, a creative flow of light bulbs dancing behind my eyes. Some are fleeting thoughts and some stick around like breath. I have no good way of knowing for certain which ideas are the best to pursue, or how to find the time to pursue them.

Life has not allowed for pursuing anything other than the time to change a load of laundry, and jumping in the good ol’ minivan for the next thing, mostly medical things, and we keep going past the time for ideas.

I have learned to be okay with this. The time will come. It will.

On this particular morning, the house is buzzing with the sound of the furnace, sadly, in May. It got cold last night. I fought the good fight, to keep the furnace off and I lost. That actually meant I won because I stopped shivering.

Our guinea pig, Butterscotch, is scratching around in her cage. Morning light is kissing everything, even me. The morning light is always such an aggressive lover.

Over the weekend, the kids and I hid from rain a lot. It rained almost constantly, and at one point, the clouds broke and the sun poured through with its stubborn love and we took off for a walk. Our intention was to pick up garbage along the sidewalks around town, and we did. It was sometimes gross and terribly hard work if you ask my small children, but we ended up enjoying our rain-free time. And just like that, after we got back in the house, the dark clouds rolled in again and it poured and I could not explain properly to Elsie why I said “like cats and dogs”.

There was a part of me that wished we would have gotten caught in the deluge. That we might have come home drenched and laughing, and then always remember that day we picked up what Elsie calls “garbage that is about to become litter” and then it poured and we were soaked.

Mother Nature gets the job of making us feel alive like that. That’s why I love her.

But instead we came in the house dry, and the boys built an extra home for Butterscotch out of Legos, complete with a dispenser for food, with a lever. They blow my mind. And Elsie seemed too tired again, sick, struggling. She showed the signs of a sinus infection and I called yesterday and her doctor said, Yeah, I’m sure that’s it. So her heart procedure was put off again and that’s hard to wait to take care of, but it’s best.

It felt like a reprieve honestly because things are hard to figure out with Asher’s hydrocephalus right now too. An MRI showed that his ventricles are bigger, which could mean a shunt malfunction, which could be dangerous. So he is on a medication to reduce the pressure, and then we take him off the medication to see if the pressure builds again. If it does, it would be evidence that his valve (shunt) is just not working right. So we wait and see now, and we can take one thing at a time.

I work. I work a lot, rarely a moment to write for myself or sit, really. This is not a complaint, I am clinging to acceptance. But yes, I’m tired. I’m a tired mother filled with angst one moment, and nothing but hope the next.

Basically, I’m normal.


I try to balance it out, to strike out the angst, anxiety and fear with gratitude like a sword. I find that this is not hard to do, if I simply focus on my children, the sweeping sunlight, Lego food dispensers and, well, even crooked selfie smiles found while scrolling through old photos…that’s my boy.



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Cathy May 19, 2015 at 9:35 am

I wrote today! First time in years… :) http://and2think.blogspot.com/
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Heather May 20, 2015 at 7:52 am

and I’m so glad you wrote, Cathy.

Usually the link-up thingy is there for your url, but it disappeared yesterday. Oops. I fixed it and am adding your url. Thank you!!

Mary Hill May 19, 2015 at 10:01 pm

Thank you for the opportunity to link up. Here is my post:
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Heather May 20, 2015 at 7:51 am

Thank YOU, Mary…Sorry the linky linking-up-thingy wasn’t there! I’ve fixed it and I will add your link. Thanks again!

Mary Hill May 19, 2015 at 10:05 pm

This piece was so lyrical. I could sense the rain and the togetherness time. I hope your children can move forward with their treatments. I have added them to my prayer list. Thank you for sharing.
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