Five Minute Friday: Enough

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Lisa-Jo and Five Minute Friday are back from the woods. Which makes me happy, because Fridays just aren’t the same without them. So let’s all stretch our fingers, flex our creativity, and give hearty five minutes on…



Enough

I am perched on the bathroom counter with my knees hugged to my chest, and I tell him I am done in; this girl has worn me out. This girl who was born all full of stubborn and strong will, with a pinch of contrary to boot. This girl so smart and sweet and independent who makes me CRAZY. I have exhausted my ingenuity and my patience, and I don’t know where to go next.

I feel like those dreams when I run on legs made of lead, or swing punches with sleep-numbed arms. Frustrated. That these efforts at motherhood are all for naught. Then, I round on my husband. I get angry and tell him this time I need more than empathy, I need help. I need his man’s fix-it brain. And he’s trying, but he doesn’t know the answer any more than I do. I offend him, later apologize, and we go to sleep that night a little worse for wear.

The next two days are better. On the third day when there have been strong words from mother to daughter and she has been sent to her room for the evening, I get word of the twelve-year-old with the cancer, whose parents may have to send him in to his second brain surgery this morning. And I know I would take my Enough any day of the year.

Under a stream of hot water I offer up fervent prayers. For him. For her. For all of us. And that night, I hug my kids a little tighter.

*Confessions from a Five-Minute cheat-tweaker: as usual, I went over time.  I am a lost cause…