Yep, A Ferg Retrospective. You guys. My dog turned TEN TODAY. Look, the day we brought her home… Sigh. This was back before I had children. Clearly. Ferg was my baby before I had a baby. (Note: let’s all take a…
Archives for June 2017
…she’s eight.
“I handled it.” This is what Lila told me earlier this month as we were walking to our car at her school. It was exam week and she completed Monday’s exam. Then, for the first time in my recollection, she…
To our Anchor.
Brave. Consistent. Ethical. Someone who shows up, every time. A listener. Ever observant. Always tuned in and watching… anticipating. You save the day. A lot. Planning. Thinking it all through. He speaks up when necessary: to correct or to compliment. A…
Life Reminder: No trophies for being busy
“Busyness is barren.” I heard this today and it struck a nerve. To be busy, is barren. Empty. There is nothing constructive in the constant go, go, go. There’s nothing good that comes from a packed calendar. There’s no joy…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holdiays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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