My child. Halle. Waves as big as she can and yells as loud as she can, when she see's an airplane fly by. "Hello, Hi, Hi plane, Heeeeelllllloooooooooooooo!" As if anyone on that plane heard that, but i'm sure all our neighbors within a quarter mile heard!
My daughter, not a care or insecurity in the world. Just the most friendly and happiest of hellos. Why couldn't i be more like her.
Everyday i get to spend with her and my haven and hazel i am continuously learning and inspired. Why do i care so much about things being a certain way. Some things are granted to be a miss because i will always have kids, which is defined as a constant state of mess ... :) But there are those certain things that maybe I have to have them a certain way because thats my only source of control.
So my issue, control, why must i control. So i don't feel like i'm constantly spinning out of control. But why can't life be a pleasurable whirlwind of mess and uncertainty, that maybe no one heard my daughter on that plane trying her hardest to say hello, but the fact that she did it meant the world and is in fact out there in the world as a bit of goodness in the entire mess of things.
So maybe a bit of goodness flung out there in the entire mess of things is what this world should be. And maybe thats the way to live.
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