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Walking the Rails….

I was uncertain, but I kept going. It was pulling me along, the draw of walking that rail. Arms out to the side, head held high, eyes looking into the distance. It was a personal contest of balancing skill, but also  a mindless wandering where the scenery changed with every bend in the track.

With each step it pulled me further and further along. There would be no turning back.  At least until my foot slipped braking my meditative journey.  Bringing me back to reality…..but until then I was going to follow the track wherever it lead. It had me.

It was exciting, the feeling of the unknown. Would there be a new town or another beautiful field. It was peaceful walking along, not having to think of the right direction. The old track was the path and to stay on the rail was the goal.

 

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“Unexpected…becoming a mother”.

The WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge was to take a previously written 50 words and use them as inspiration for a new post. I chose “Unexpected” by ReFreshing Life.

“Hours roll by without a break. Meetings, flow charts, spread sheets overwhelm her schedule.

Just one moment of peace, please,” she screams internally to no one in particular.

Stuck.

Traffic jammed up for miles before and behind.

Smile twitching the corner of her mouth.

Unbusy at last.

Someone was listening.”

And here is my story 🙂

Hours roll by without a break. Never a break. Meetings, flow charts, spread sheets…now replaced by diapers, tiny clothes and feeding times, they overwhelm her schedule.

“Just one moment of peace, please,” she screams internally to no one in particular. Hoping she doesn’t sound ungrateful…it’s hard to have all moments of alone time disappear all at once.

Stuck. No, that’s not true. Not stuck. Grateful, blessed, a wish come true. It’s supposed to be a challenge. Who doesn’t like a good challenge. But why won’t she sleep?

The car. She always falls asleep in the car. It’s worth a try.

Traffic jammed up for miles before and behind. Hoping her little one continues to sleep. To wake now could mean disaster. But it’s quiet for the moment. Content-ness seeps in. The sunshine, the radio, on softly…the little sighs coming from the backseat.

Smile twitching the corner of her mouth. Remembering what it felt like to be unbusy. Before becoming a mother.

Unbusy at last. This will be a statement that she won’t say for a long, long, time. Maybe forever. But that’s a good thing. Wonderful really.

Someone was listening. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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