Finding myself in the Middle East

Monday, February 7, 2011

To A Friend, waiting for a miracle

I have Things to complain about times three.

The laundry times three, the kvetching times three, the missed naps times three. The Lego I stepped on at three o'clock in the morning on the way to give the baby a bottle. The yogurt that gets finished too fast, the milk that gets spilled. Times three. The ripped books, the sticky floors and fingers. The dinners I spent time on that get poked and uneaten, the game of Candyland with two missing pieces, the... entries that get interrupted and I lose my train of thought so they stay, unfinished


When my baby wants to be held and I'm busy, and I hold him thinking about the million things I have to do, I also try to think about how much heavier it is to hold nothing at all.

Which is not exactly what i wanted to say.

Maybe there is nothing to say?


Mystery Woman said...

I love the way you ended.
I was smiling as I read it...thinking about how I miss all that...and wondering if I took the time to appreciate it back then the way you seem to.

JerusalemStoned said...

Thank you! It's also easier knowing i will be reporting in on my blog! :)

Anonymous said...

Yes, it is very heavy not to be holding anything at all.

Great line.

Proud Tante said...

It's such a hard nisayon! the aching hands, the aching heart. the longing. the yearning. Ouch! BH for my 3 little miracles, I would never want to go back there!


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