October's EDA Blog!
Greetings from a snowy Telluride!
Ty, Kase and I have enjoyed our summer here in the mountains, and now, as fall approaches, we are getting ready to head back South.
This has been a summer of change for us, and while it has been difficult on so many levels, it has also been rewarding.
I feel grateful that I have a friend in Ty who continues, as I do, to be a good partner in raising our son, and to be a good friend through what can be such a trying time.
Our emotions have run the gamut, but by and large we are getting stronger every day. And most important of all, Kase is happy and adjusting well. Bringing humanity, measure, restraint, and dignity to this process has been paying dividends, as neither of us wanted to do harm to one another, and certainly we felt it would be a crime to let anything harm our son. We thank all of you for your prayers and well wishes for our family.
Even though our family has changed, we have been able to do a lot of fun things this summer together, like the 4th of July parade, visits to the park, meals together and playing in the fall leaves.
Kase is growing and changing so fast, I thought I would share a poem with you that I wrote for him. I hope there are mothers and fathers out there that can relate.
Maestro
Pitter patter
Of bare feet
Running around the room
Always running
Beneath the roar of my
Hair dryer
Stories can be heard
Of ninjas fought
and mountains climbed
I love hearing him play
While I get ready
His mind sharp
And uncluttered
By rules like gravity
Or logic
Pure creativity
Pouring out
Of that pouty mouth
That sweaty body
In perpetual motion
I must wait patiently all day
Until late at night
To actually see his outline
Like molten lava he has been
Moving, shifting, shaping
Pouring, making, remaking
Himself All day
And only the stillness of sleep
Allows enough cooling
That I can at last see his edges
Clearly defined
Baby cheek disappearing
Folds in wrist erasing
And boy emerging
Like a sculpture being carved
From within
His Spirit the master artist
Chipping away each day
Carefully, artfully
Sculpting mind and body
Flesh like clay
mutating, morphing
I watch him all day
Trying on shapes
Before erasing them
And reforming
At one point this process will slow
His personality calcify
And take a more definite shape
When he is grown
But for now
I love seeing the rapid changes
As he tries on different
Thoughts, different moods
I stand in awe
So honored to be his mom
While brush strokes appear
And disappear on canvas
Flesh of my flesh
Love of my love
I am humbled by this
Maestro of true creation
Witnessing this human
Forming before my eyes
