I was waiting to get my hair done the other day: feeling rushed, overwhelmed and impatient. Thinking I really didn’t have time for this – pretending everything was okay. I had a list of things to do and I had to get back to do them.
It’s my turn – I get into her chair . . .
that’s where I saw it
on her mirror – words written in chicken scratch, on notebook paper – quickly ripped out and frayed – taped to her mirror. When she walked away I leaned in closer to read them.
You is smart. . .
You is beautiful. . .
You is important.
That’s what it said.
Words that stopped me in my tracks.
Stopped me to think. To remind me . . .” I is important” . . . and all those things could wait.
So I sighed a sigh of relief: sat back, memorized the words,
and I wonder why we as woman forget that sometimes.
205.) everyone tucked safely. . . soundly in for the night
206.) daily bread we are given each day
207.) rain pounding as I lay safe in bed
208.) my fisherman husband extending his hand for me to hold
209.) my son the philosopher and the other son with the big body, big heart, big dreams – helping – always helping their dad
210.) new friends for the girl who loves everyone