Fire

I saw on the news yesterday a woman who threw her baby from the 3rd story of a burning apartment building in New York. Rescuers caught the baby below who was not breathing and gave it CPR. The baby revived quickly and the mother was rescued by firefighters. Both mother and child are going well.

It's like Ice Water in my veins.
Could I ever do that?
Yes.
It would be the scariest thing in the world
but if it meant saving his life.
I would.

I pray I never have to.

My moral dilemma

Today at the check out at Top Foods I faced an interesting moral dilemma. The man in line before me had forgotten his pack of cigarettes on the counter. I was faced with a choice... Tell the man he left them, or say nothing. After all smoking is unhealthy and I abhor it. I would do nothing to promote it, but in the end I called him back.

"Excuse me, sir! You forgot your cigarettes but they're not good for you!"

I got a couple of stares and a few chuckles...

There I've done my civic duty.

Father Christmas

He's only 7 1/2 weeks old, and I'm already obsessing about how I'm going to tell him there is no Santa. How did I get caught up in perpetuating this age-old lie? Or will I? Will Christmas lose its magic if I tell him the truth? I look into his bright little eyes and I am torn. I can't take the magic out of Christmas for him, but I don't want to lie to him either.

This same question has probably tortured parents for decades, centuries... eventually he will learn the truth. Will he lose faith in other things that he can't see. Will he feel hurt and betrayed?

Which will make me a better mother?

AAAAAGHHHHH!

My thought of the day

have you ever learned more than you wanted to know and find yourself wishing to regain your ignorance? as they say, it is blissful. at least they are feeding it to me by spoonfuls, easier to swallow that way. its almost like waking from amnesia... nothing so dramatic as finding out i was adopted or that i've married a man that was once a woman. no, it is a subtle nagging burr in my mind. was it really that bad, or have the characters in this scene always been depressed? have they just perceived it through darkened lenses? have i perceived it through rose?

looking up to you

I watch you through eyes that look upward
as you decline

we all start with good intentions
but are we all racing to the same end?

in the end there is just the end
and I guess what matters is the shape we're in
when we get there.

do not mistake my optimism for ignorance
and will not mistake your experience for absoluteness

Unraveling

unraveling my perception of you:
the more I know
the less I know you.

constructing a puzzel without the box
as a guide,
and I'm not sure I like the picture that's forming.