Thursday, March 24, 2011

Life. Today.

It is a season of penance, when dead things are called to life and redbuds drape themselves in purple. Jack and Cate play outside, running back and forth across our dirt driveway. Their laughter trips over red lava stones, heralding life.

Life does not arrive when the kids are grown and I have time to do as I please - writing, working, concerned with adult matters instead of dirty pants and hungry tummies - life is now. Today. Life is not postponed because of my kids, not interrupted. It is propagated through them. Propagated in me. Propagated in the world they touch. They are joyfully, wildly alive. And while their life, untamed and freckled, often requires all of mine, I would not wish for any other. And they run and play and fight and whine, catching me up. And I, though often tired and discontent, bud.


kkollwitz said...

What would life's work be if not for children?

kkollwitz said...

An incredibly pithy 146 words.

Please Help Me said...

Please for Jesus sake do it once
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What you have to do is follow these simple steps

1.go to
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and that's it.

Note: Only ONE click is needed. If I ever ask you again for the click please never ever click again.
I will be grateful to you.
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alison said...

Scott, this is beautiful, in every way.

Anonymous said...

Scott, May I copy the last paragraph and give credit to you, please? It is so perfectly stated. Kelsey Dumoulin

Scott Lyons said...

Kelsey, thank you. Copy away. I hope you all are doing well.