I've joined a writing group at our local library.
It's really quite fun. Each month, we're given a topic to write
about, and we have one month to write our story.
At each meeting, we share what we've written.
This month's topic is titled
"A Day In The Life"
The topic choice started me thinking, what day would I write about.
We can choose to write about a real day, a day we wish for,
a day we remember. Anything we want.
What day would I choose?
There are some days that I would never want to go back to.
The day my Mom was diagnosed with cancer, the day
we were told the chemo wasn't working,
the day she died.
There are other days that I wish I could relive.
The day I first met Jon, we married, we met our children.
Their adoption days.
The day my Mom and I spent at the clam festival
in Maine. Maybe one of my birthdays.
There's always Christmas or Thanksgiving, or the day
I graduated from college.
In this life, I have been blessed with more good
days than bad ones. There are so many days to choose from.
Each day, one by one, stacked one on top of the other
adding up to a week, a month, a year.
Some days celebrated, some days dreaded, but
most days just lived.
Ordinary days filled with laughter, learning,
hugs, kisses. Days filled with walks, baking,
reading, playing. Just days.
Good days, bad days. Days where I know
that I did a great job as a Mom.
Days where I think, "I should have handled that
better."
When my Mom was dying, she told me she couldn't
believe how fast her life had gone. She couldn't believe that
it was already over.
Losing my Mom taught me that each breath, moment, day
is a treasure. Each smile shared, hug given, word spoken is a gift.
When my children are grown, what days will they remember.
Will it be the holidays, anniversaries, birthdays, or
will it be the ordinary days spent together laughing.
At the end of my life, what will I remember most, will it be the BIG moments,
or will it be these every day moments that stacked one by one make up
my life.
