Sunday, June 29, 2008

it is a new day.
every moment, new. A promise, a hope, dream or demand.
Demand!
My mother demands I come over. My mother demands that I help her, she is scared. She is so scared.
To be able to provide her, give her, help her find her peace has been a nearly insurmountable task.
She is so much like a defiant toddler. Asking for help, then refusing it every step along the way.
Patience is called for. Patience has worn thin.
Body wisdom calls for play and laughter, yet parent cannot access. Her fear is quicksand.

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