crummy

Its been a crummy dumb day.

Have you ever read Punchinello?

You know...the dots vs. stars book?

I so get that you can't let them stick.

I really do.

I think.

But when it comes to those that need you.

Really really need you.

And you just don't have what it takes.

Then what.

I don't want their dots or stickers,

just their smiles,

But Slumzy came knocking at my door again.

And then the blue-zy blues.

Not because I am sad, or ungrateful.

Because I am just not enough.

This body of mine, just isn't what it used to be.

I used to dream of traveling the world,

interviewing great minds and hearts alike,

Now, I dream that I will have the energy

to coach Savannah's basketball team,

And take River to swimming,

and Malia to gymnastics,

and make a beautiful, balanced meal,

that my family can eat in a clean and organized home.

But River is swimming,

and six months ago, I thought I would never

see him active again.

I held him, and reassured him, and drove him to 

a billion doctors...

and made him go to school, when I wanted to shelter him,

and made him run on the treadmill when he was exhausted,

and helped him with his homework when he was discouraged.

Ya.  That's my star for the day and I am going to let it stick.

Time heals.  Time teaches.