Five Minute Friday: Here

Here, there and everywhere.  Always something to do.  Someplace to go.  People to see.

I can only be here.  

There.  The other place.  That imaginary land where the clouds are big and fluffy with silver lining.  The grass is a lush green, never lacking in vividness.  The weather is the right mix of heat and breeze.  It’s peaceful, it’s fun.  The food is phenomenal and the aromas make me salivate.  All the right people are there.  You know—the ones that I adore.  My favourites.  The ones who never irk me in the slightest.  Yeah, them.

  

Everywhere—the place where many moms are.  Perhaps hover, is a better word.  It seems that we tend to flit—even gracefully at times, between home, school, work, church, car, park, errands, grocery store.  If we’re lucky, maybe even the mall.  A listening ear to a friend, empathizing and encouraging them as though time has stopped outside of the chat box or skype screen.  Everywhere—the place where it all happens.

Here.  Where I am now.   Look past the untidiness to see that it’s well lived in.  The walls are bare—still, but the creative art work of young girls cover many a low area.  The medium of choice is usually pencil crayon or fingerprint, sometimes even permanent marker.  The furniture is sparse, but enough seats for the family.  There are beds for all to rest on, a fridge and pantry with something to eat.  There is a car, though small, but it still serves its purpose.  Looking beyond the surface stuff, there are sounds and feelings and loving that happens here. 

Here, my heart is full.