The words were said before I could get them back…did I say that? Glancing around it seemed no one had heard so it was as though they had never been spoken.
He was small so he didn’t realize that his mother’s patience had been worn to a nub! Cupboard doors were open and cereal…Grapenuts…covered the kitchen floor.
The second baby girl was at peace on my hip as I surveyed damage, counting the pennies in my purse and the cost of the precious cereal. The little boy smiled at me sweetly and I heard my mother’s voice…isn’t he cute she would have said.
I regretted the words formed by my lips…if I had known how hard this journey would be, would I have ever begun?
Now as I approach the end of the travels, it frightens me that I might never have felt the ultimate joys of this life. What if I had never given birth to my children? I was allowed to view the journey through their eyes. How sad that would have been!