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Today like any other, I rise from my bed, dreading the day that lies
ahead. I wake the kids, and get them ready for school. I prepare the
lunches for the day. I walk the dog. I do the dishes. I start the laundry,
and prepare to clean the house.
I stop to take a break, and I hear a familiar voice. You call to just say
hi, how are you? How is your day going so far? We seem to talk as if we
had not talked in months. Sharing our moments, of life with one another.
Listening with our hearts, to each others words.
Before we know it, an hour has gone by and yet it only felt like minutes.
Yet the day seemed to have a meaning again. No more dreading the things I
had to do. The laundry got done, and the house is clean. The dog walked
again, and the kids begin to arrive home safely from school.
As
dinner is fixed and dishes done again. Baths are run, and preparation for
bedtime begins. Hugs and kisses now, as each one is tucked into bed.
Time to slow down, and take a break. Looking back on the day, I sit and
think of the fun we had, talking to each other on the phone. Sharing the
moments that we had this day.
A kindly moment with a friend, someone who cares, someone that
listens and not hears. Holding out and unseen hand to pick you up when
your spirits are low.
Helping you back up on your feet. The strength to go on another day.
Time for bed. Laying my head upon my pillow now. Thinking of the new day
to come. Looking to the future with a new found strength. On that was not
there the night before. The dread now gone, looking forward to a brand new
day.
With
the strength to go, all because of a friend
that took the time to listen and not hear, care and not criticize. To help
and not discourage.
Tomorrow is a brand new day. And I know have the strength to continue on.
---Tatty---
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