I love this tree in our front garden.
It belies the stress I am feeling today.
I don't know what I was thinking when I signed up to be
the Secretary/Treasurer for Daughter's of the Utah Pioneers.
Mother's Day sometimes feels like
a reminder of my shortcomings as a mother
rather than a celebration of being a mother
(and I'm still being reminded).
I have a child that is obsessing about one thing after the other,
after the other, after the other, after the other
and I am having a hard time with it.
etc. etc. etc.
I know it could be worse.
I know I'll get over it.
The following is a little how I feel, although I do have plenty of times to rest and relax
(it's the standing on my head thing
that I can relate too,
figuratively not literally):
The man (or woman) who doesn't relax and hoot a few hoots voluntarily,
now and then, is in great danger of hooting hoots
and standing on his head
for the edification of the pathologist
and trained nurse,
a little later on.--Elbert Hubbard