One of those days
It’s one of those days, the kind where you have been noticing your beloveds sending their children to college the last week, and thinking, “I can’t imagine, that must be so HARD!” The kind of day when you drop off your baby, your big boy at kindergarten for the first time ever.
The kind of day, when you finally peel him off of you and stand on the other side of the door hearing him wail and feeling horrible. Because time is fleeting and this time of wanting Mommy and Daddy is fleeting, so peeling him off and leaving him with a bunch of strangers feels counterintuitive and wrong in a certain way.
It’s the kind of day when just a few minutes after crying, as you are still standing on the other side of the door, you hear quiet and suddenly he is happily telling his teachers about how the shoe horn on his backpack makes it so much easier to put his shoes on and that only one of his Star Wars shoes still lights up. Oh to be a Gemini…
It’s the kind of day when my heart strings feel pulled and I suddenly remember what heart strings are and what they do. They are called chordae tendinae and they anchor the valves of the heart, where the impulse for contraction comes from to the muscle wall of the heart, where the power of contraction lives. They are delicate and strong, and I think when we feel them we get to soften into our feelings in a deep way.
