Michelle Holmes
Stories (1/0)
Start with the Heart
The hangers were all the same and lined up evenly-spaced between the color- and style-sorted shirts that were hanging on them. Shoes that weren’t worn often were removed from the tidy shelf where only my favorite choices were allowed to stay. The bed was made like a housekeeper had been there and nothing was out of place. I dressed in the quiet of the morning, the only sounds were the birds outside the window perched on the lilac bush. The peaceful stillness wouldn’t last but the noise that was coming would be welcomed. As I sat down at the counter with my morning steamed chocolate, I opened my planner, which I already knew was full of just the right number of activities and tasks to keep me on track but not so much to push me over the edge with anxiety and overwhelm. I emptied the dishwasher from the dishes that washed overnight and began preparing breakfast for my children, who were in their rooms getting dressed. The sounds of their feet pounding down the stairs filled me with gratitude because my heart ached for the bang of the feet that were not coming.
By Michelle Holmes3 years ago in Families