Mom, Mom, MOM! They called. They yelled. They cried. The anthem of the season. Decades amassing, wisdom growing, ears opening. Mom, guess what? Mom, I have something to tell you. Mom, I just don't understand. And then the silence. The quiet. The inviting empty space that waits to be filled with love, with reassurance, with hope - with meaning. Each vocal cry, each poignant pause reflecting the deeper question if only you listen closely. Who am I? What do I have to offer? Why do I matter? Find … [Read more...] about Who Am I?
McCarthyMks
Come to Me
You called me to your room & asked me for my presence.Why so long, you asked.Why didn't you come right away?Were you ever coming? Why the unending delay?I lay there beside you, my arm draped over your bodythe weight of my presence soothing, calming -a lullaby without words.I looked into your eyes and began to weep.How could you need me so deeply?How could I be of such comfort?How could i calm your heart when mine is so lost?The weight of responsibilityin my mind, the thoughts tossed.Our … [Read more...] about Come to Me
Passions and Poetry
“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.” Walt Whitman Getting to know our kids is one of those adventures that is always full of surprises. In our time here in PNG, I've enjoyed spending lunches once a week with a different one of our kids and having 'dates' with them where we spend time doing something that they love. For some, that means colouring and chatting, for others it means listening to them chat about Minecraft, for … [Read more...] about Passions and Poetry
Way Maker
Jacob Alexander McCarthy.Shirt inside out. Glasses missing. Clothes worn for the third day in a row (I promise he doesn't stink, we just can't get him to change and we ran out of energy to fight it). Mind racing. Body moving.Too busy to eat breakfast. Too distracted to complete some tasks. Too full of questions and thoughts to make some simple decisions. Incredibly smart but perpetually scattered. Beautifully creative but organizationally challenged. Incredibly musically gifted but doubtful of … [Read more...] about Way Maker
Erasing Expectations
When I imagined my life as a parent, I never imagined the magnitude of the responsibility or the depth of the joy. I never imagined the weightiness of the love or the all-encompassing nature of the role. I never imagined the depth of the uncertainty or the ability of the task to overwhelm and confuse. I imagined my existing life rolling along and taking with it these new lives with each turn and season. Another few years, another little human. Another few years and yet another person to … [Read more...] about Erasing Expectations
