When in Doubt…Fly

Everything is feeling like a bit much right now.

Scariness and sadness and nothing I can do to help, and trying not to worry. On top of that all the schoolwork comes crashing in and why is it always such a struggle to keep the demanding voices out? I hold the time close with my baby, but am I giving my boys all they need? My man’s embrace is firm and we are one but how do I help him blaze the trail we all will follow? There’s diapers and college all stacked sky high in a fearsome heap. And there’s sun and sky and beach, little boys running glorious through it all. What to do? How do I find the way?

just fly a plane, watch them smile, take one step, then another, hold them close, do my best . . .

less? more? now? then? . . . when? how?

They know the answer. Just stop. Listen. Still, they need me to tell them everything they need to know. And we dance this dance, stacking high, tumbling down, rolling round and round. When in doubt

just fly