Coping and Doing My Best
I’ve been thinking lately of the times, in the past, I’ve wished for immobilization. A time in my life I wanted and needed rest and wanted to do nothing but be with my husband and kids. When a snow-day was called for school we’d all be energized. Even on the weekend when we had no reason to get in a car on the dangerous roads, we’d cuddle-down and enjoy how the day would seem to slow down, like a music box drawing down, slowly, on its last few notes. On those days, inevitably I’d get the kitchen warm for my bread to rise. I’d plan the stirring and kneading to happen on the kitchen table because each of my children wanted space beside me so they could help. When the yeast began to ferment it was time to add more ingredients. I didn’t have to look far for help. The kind of help like when kids want to help rake the yard. They do a few sweeps with a rake, which is usually two or three feet taller than them. When they see the piles of leaves form th