When creases have consumed my face...when I can no longer run...when words escape me...and, when the world has placed me in my home...when age takes over my body...there are things I want to remember about myself...there are things I want to recall from looking at my doddering-weathered-and-worn body...
I want each of my scars, blemishes, and imperfections to be a reminder that I lived a full life...and that I fell down once in awhile. I want to remember the tornado's I endured, the falls that caused me to bleed, the cuts I earned trying to do something..perform something...or fix something.
I want my stretch-marks to remind me that I carried two beautiful children. I want to remember the way they felt floating around, and the way they changed my body.
When I think of my heart I want to remember it did feel elation, and it did feel pain. I want to remember loving so many with a deep love that they might recall forever. I want them to remember my love being different, unconditional...understanding...and real.
When I utter my words I want to remember that I had a voice all of my life...I could speak what my heart felt, and I was able to convey my feelings, intelligence, and rational. I want to remember that I used my voice.
When I look down at my feet I want to remember that they carried me so many places, and with them I walked places I thought I might never be able to. I want to remember the fear I felt walking places I was scared to, and I want to remember the glee that I felt when I walked places I so desired to be.
I want my hands to tell a story of their own as well. I want my hands to be beautiful in their own way...I want to remember looking at my hands as they typed these words...I so deeply hope I remember holding my children for the first time with my hands...I want to remember the way a loved ones hand felt in mine...I want to recall the way rubbing Aiden and Natalie's head felt against my palm.
When this life has taken advantage of my body and left it's mark as it plans to on my flesh, I pray I remember giving back to this world more than it gave to me...this world has offered so much and I am still young...I pray I can offer the world something in return...
I want each of my scars, blemishes, and imperfections to be a reminder that I lived a full life...and that I fell down once in awhile. I want to remember the tornado's I endured, the falls that caused me to bleed, the cuts I earned trying to do something..perform something...or fix something.
I want my stretch-marks to remind me that I carried two beautiful children. I want to remember the way they felt floating around, and the way they changed my body.
When I think of my heart I want to remember it did feel elation, and it did feel pain. I want to remember loving so many with a deep love that they might recall forever. I want them to remember my love being different, unconditional...understanding...and real.
When I utter my words I want to remember that I had a voice all of my life...I could speak what my heart felt, and I was able to convey my feelings, intelligence, and rational. I want to remember that I used my voice.
When I look down at my feet I want to remember that they carried me so many places, and with them I walked places I thought I might never be able to. I want to remember the fear I felt walking places I was scared to, and I want to remember the glee that I felt when I walked places I so desired to be.
I want my hands to tell a story of their own as well. I want my hands to be beautiful in their own way...I want to remember looking at my hands as they typed these words...I so deeply hope I remember holding my children for the first time with my hands...I want to remember the way a loved ones hand felt in mine...I want to recall the way rubbing Aiden and Natalie's head felt against my palm.
When this life has taken advantage of my body and left it's mark as it plans to on my flesh, I pray I remember giving back to this world more than it gave to me...this world has offered so much and I am still young...I pray I can offer the world something in return...