Lifes Messes

i woke up this morning to life's messes...to nearly tripping over caitlin's shoes as i walk into the kitchen to get my morning coffee, her purse, and keys are laid atop the island and miscellaneous items of hers are found daily through out the house as i move from room to room. i make my coffee and begin to gather up her items and put them into her room as she's still fast asleep.

as angry as i get at picking up after a 17-year old, i know in my heart one day i will long for the messes she leaves . i can walk into any room in the house and tell you immediately if she has been in there recently.  she leaves little traces of herself behind...a brush on the bathroom sink, hair ties scattered everywhere, pop cans and bags of chips in the living room.

its  windy again today. the wind chimes outside are swaying back and forth and the melody soothes my soul. i love wind chimes. i have some hanging outside right outside my bedroom window. at night i like to lay in bed, in the dark, and listen to them. they tell a story all their own as they sooth me to sleep.

today i'll go over to my mamas and help her take a shower. last thursday she had to have a cast put on her hand from her recently fall, so she is limited. im sure its difficult to be 90 years old and not be able to do things that you did so effortlessly in your younger years. that has been one of the hardest things that she has had to accept. and im not nearly convinced that she has accepted that fact.

the body is not able to do things that the mind still tells you, you can.  your body says, no you can't do that, but the mind is a tricky thing, she's telling you that you can still do all the things you want to do. its hard to accept getting old, especially when the mind is always deceiving you.
XOXO