Recently I read an essay by Toni Hammer about the void that happens when you’re done having children. About halfway through the piece, I could feel a knot in my throat, tears rising behind my eyes. Why? Because I’ve been living in this void, unwilling, possibly unable, to admit it. Reading Ms. Hammer’s words brought me to my knees in recognition.
I grew up an only child until age 12, when my sister was born. The sizable gap between us ensured that we both experienced life more or less as only children with the undivided attention and devotion of our parents. I thought that was fine and that if I ever had a child, I only wanted one. Continue reading
Legend says that hummingbirds float free of time, carry with them our hopes for joy, celebration and love. The delicate grace of the hummingbird reminds us that life is rich, that beauty is all around us, that every personal connection is meaningful, and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.
This little beauty was kind enough to visit us on the day that my sister and I took our father on a zip-lining adventure to celebrate Fathers’ Day, providing me with a much needed reminder of life’s bounty and magic (and also reminding me that I desperately needed to invest in a serious long-range lens for my camera!).
Some days I am simply so grateful for the world in which we live. This morning I was greeted by a doe and her babies when I came down to make breakfast. They were all just munching away contentedly at the top of my driveway, no more than six feet from my kitchen window. It made my heart sing with joy.
Have a wonderful day.