I woke up this morning, late. Surprise. I set my alarm for 4 am, in Hopes of getting "some work done, before the real work Began," when my babies wake up. Before I left for teaching, "when my shirt Began work. Groggy-eyed and out of sorts, I looked at the TV That I Fell asleep watching. Chilean Miner number 7 was being Pulled from the mine. I stumbled through the dark for my glasses. Late Would Have to wait.
The images of the rescue at the scene were flashing before my eyes blurry. Even without my glasses, I did not need to see what was happening over the television Thurs Understand. Could I FEEL IT. The Songs That Their Loved Ones were singing As They were being hoisted to the surface were ringing in my ears.
The blurry image of the little boy, standing by, waiting To Be Reunited with his father was as vivid and Detailed As They Would Have Been With Prescription glasses are. I thought it was a sensory, parental, human interest, overload. And I was frozen, in the dark, wearing just one sock (Do not ask).
Outwardly, frozen. Yes. But the wheels inside my brain and my motherly heart were spinning with great momentum. Wondering and churning and Reflecting. As a woman I have many lenses in Which I view the world and the human conditions on we wrestle with on a daily basis-. I have an Entire collection of lenses That sit on my untidy Bookshelf, somewhere up top so my 1 year-old son Will not Be Able Thurs reach, and consequently destroy.
Wife, mom, teacher, neighbor, Multiple Sclerosis thriver, sister, daughter, loyal friend. But no matter where I go, or what I'm staring at, I always wear my super cool, baby pink, princess-Themed eyewear That my first born, we handed on the way out of my womb. The lens mom, the mom angle is always there. Of all my angles, it is the most current state of DRM. The most passionate. The color red.
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