Finally I see him, and for the first time in days I forget about the call from the doctor telling me that I might have pre-cancerous cells on my cervix.

They say, “The days are so long but the years are so short”, and “It will be over in a blink of an eye.” But what they’re not telling us is this…

Scattered around us are plastic bits and pieces. Bright yellow legs with pegs waiting to be pushed into catepillar-like bodies. I sip tea and assemble the creatures.

He finishes, but turns back for more. There is no more. What is a mom to feel when all she has to give is not enough? And right when I begin to feel as though I am not sufficient, I realize how true it is. I am not enough for him.

The barista yesterday, as he took my order he commented that it was beginning to feel like fall outside. I didn’t know. I told him that back home it is sweltering hot yet. So very different.

Mamas are meant to redeem the time. But how do we redeem something that hasn’t yet been spent? We are learning how to dog-ear time’s passing with life lived in such a way that the clock’s ticking will never erase it.

We redeem time by restoring its potential for beauty.