This morning in some sort of revelation i realized that i needed to pick up my socks. Both the ones on my children's floors and the figurative ones in my brain.
If i want my heart to feel better, have some joy in my life again, i need to open myself up to it. The thing about being depressed is that it's all too easy to wallow in the muddy waters of despair. To let everything and every step you take be preceeded by an assumption of sadness.
I need to let my steps be preceeded by sunshine.
Right now parker is sitting monkey style on my lap hugging me. He came over and asked me; "are we going to die?"
The depth of emotion he feels and the intellect of his questions blow my mind. But then moments later he comes up with his chorus of poopy talk; "the poop went over the mountain...poop, poop, poop."
He is what i am thinking of when i think of sunshine. This little bundle of joy and anger, frustration and giggles.
Posted by Jess at 04:49 PM Permalink
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It's good to have a child around to remind us of things like poop talk...
Posted by blackbird | August 31, 2006 05:09 PM