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The Things We Carry

9/29/2014

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This afternoon I walked to the bus stop with a cup of coffee in one hand and pushing the stroller with the other. But I looked down and realized how much more I brought along.

I wonder if the other moms at our bus stop notice that, whenever they see me, I am drinking coffee. Lukewarm (and reheated) out of ceramic mugs in the mornings, and iced in the afternoons. Today I glance at the cup emblazoned with the logo of my former company and remember the day I bought it from the traveling store in my office lobby with the points I’d earned as a thank you for various jobs well done. I was wearing heels. (I mean, I don’t remember what I was wearing that particular day, but I was always wearing heels.) I chuckle at what the me who bought that coffee cup would think if she saw it being used now. 

Three years later, that cup is two states removed and a world away from transporting coffee on a drawn-out commute. I sometimes don’t recognize this girl with the wet hair pulled haphazardly into a bun, trying  her best to speak in measured tones and driving around her three-square-mile life in a minivan littered with water bottles, coloring pages and coffee cups. I love coffee, for sure, but I drink it now as if for sustenance. If you ever have occasion to be in my kitchen around 7AM, you might overhear me mutter to no one in particular, “sweet nectar of life” while pouring coffee.  

The blond little boy in the stroller with the sideways glance and the infectious smile is responsible for the coffee, the dark circles under my eyes, the extra five “nursing pounds” and various extra inches I’m also carrying. Of course, this boy we prayed for and, at times, wondered whether we would ever meet, also deserves credit for the extra laugh lines earned since January and another room carved out in my growing heart.

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I look down at my red shoes, the same ones I wore to the hospital the night I went into labor with Deacon, hours before the most triumphant moment of my life thus far, the ones  that inspired my doula (who is now my friend) to share the quote from The Wizard of Oz, “You’ve always had the power, my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.”

I look at the outfit I chose for our play date this morning with new friends at the park, an outfit I first wore more than three years ago on our anniversary trip to Italy, soaking up every bit of a gorgeous sunset overlooking the Ponte Vecchio in Florence.

I wince as I note the red rubber bracelet on my wrist, the first of its kind I’ve ever worn.  The one I wear now to remind me to pray for our friends’ 8-year-old who is so courageously fighting cancer. Our friends who are facing this trial with more grace than I can even believe is possible. This red bracelet that represents so much fear, many tears and difficult conversations with my children, but also so much beauty I can hardly stand it.

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We arrive at the bus stop a few minutes early, so I pick up my sleepy four-year-old for a heavy, awkward cuddle. Her legs dangle long, and she won’t be small enough for this for much longer. I can’t remember the last time I did this with her first-grade sister.  The bus comes, and my six-year-old with the hot pink Nikes and uneven pigtails is the first to come running. I plant a kiss on her head and we start back toward the house. 

So when I see you with faraway eyes or a distracted tone, when I take note of the clothes you wear or the bag you carry, I will  try to afford you the grace I would want. I will try to remember we're all bringing a lot more with us than we ever let on.

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Jennifer Ziemer link
9/30/2014 06:14:29 am

Such a great post. I went to Lowe's this morning with my carpenter to get kitchen cabinets and counter tops for a remodel I am working on and getting ready to list for sale. The gentleman working in that area seemed quite displeased when I asked for assistance. I commented to my carpenter and he said "well, you never know what he's going through, he may have had a tough morning or just found out from management that they are making cuts". What a wonderful reminder as I started my day, and now here again with your great post.

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