There have been more than a few times that, in my zombie-mom mode, I’ve tossed aside flowers almost as soon as they’ve been handed to me, but…

not today,

not this week.

I’ve needed someone to pinch me all week.  It’s surreal, you know, having 2 kids in school – sitting in car pickup line, cleaning my floors – SURREAL.  And if you’ve ever been to my house, you know I do not lie – clean floors are a rarity…and not just because my kids mess them up quickly (but because I almost NEVER clean.  Gross, I know.)

But it’s a transition, a nice one, where I almost feel displaced.  There are the tinges of guilt that accompany joy, but I know these are a false reality, and I pray them away.

I just want to seep in what this IS.

This morning my baby handed me this flower.  And this thing that faded within the hour, I savored it.

And it’s this balance that’s needed for the battles.  As to the battles –

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