Demolition of a small hut in our backyard.
It was a hard job.
Husband told me to leave it be.
But it was a fair Sunday, and baby Hoo was sleeping.
So I took up a hammer.
Being unfamiliar with demolition I circled the hut a few times just swinging the hammer and thinking ,
“How do I do this? How do I do anything? I just do it.
Piece by piece. Board by board.
Husband came home surprised to see the hut gone.
“You did that ? You couldn’t take down the hut!”
I could and I did!
It’s like my big sis taught me years ago when we got a rejection letter from a private school for one of my boys. She said,”What are you crying about, grow up, no does not mean no.”
She was right. I fought for an acceptance for my son and he went to that school.
Don’t tell me what I can’t do.
Oh but the seismic challenges of the last few months.
A son losing his way.
A daughter walking into a relationship that was so very wrong.
The evil pain creeping from my back to my leg and settling in my foot.
Let go and let God.
That I have learned, and this I know.
Get out of my f**king way.
Son. My beating heart. Keep your head up.
Love and service, baby. Keep saying it.
Pretty little girl will one day see that love knows no bounds. Only time and distance lets children scope the scene of their sad day when parent wrenched their sorry behind away from trouble.
My personal enemy? The creeping fire. Pain.
I will walk through it to drop to my knees so baby boy Hoo can reach me, and I him.
It was a fair Sunday.
The hut needed demolition.
I took up the hammer and brought the hut down.
Just let me pull nails, and crack wood.
Let me struggle under the weight of heavy wood.
This is gmom,