a mother can forget her child.
it’s true. it’s in the bible.
and it’s true in my life.
i like to go and have a cup of coffee alone. i’ll read until i forget where i am. i like to get lost in thrift stores and have long conversations with friends i love.
i can forget that i ever had a child, let alone three.
at least, that’s what i tend to imagine is true.
the sky is so blue like my only son’s eyes and when he isn’t okay i can’t think of anything else.
i dream solutions when any three of them has a real problem.
i reorder life to meet them low and lift them high.
like the dark blue sky over a snow-covered place, each one of their souls have been trusted to us.
it is no forgettable thing.
so i stay tied at the other end of this rope that binds me to three small humans right now in three small classrooms.
just because i can’t see the invisible length that keeps me theirs, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
the rope gets let out further and further the further they go out into the world.
and i need to remember that this world is a beautiful place.
it still is.
this globe crisscrossed with all the ropes that tie us to one another.
i know that the bible is right, that a mother can forget her child.
i’ve seen it, i’ve read the stories.
but that’s no place for you and me.