Strips of Paper...

Imagine picking up a nice piece of stationary and then putting it threw a shredder. HA!! I always feel like my life started out with this perfect stack of beautiful stationary full of such vibrant colors…clean, crisp, and sophisticated tied with the most beautiful Tiffany’s colored bow. Well I lost the bow with the first child and now this stack of stationary is no longer neatly stacked and bound together. Funny, this stationary represented me and my plan on how I would conquer the world as a working mother. As I rise every morning at 6:00 am, I watch how that sheet of paper is shredded to pieces by the demands of my children, my husband, and work. As I kiss my three little girls goodnight, I leave their bedroom and look at the strips of paper….the dirty dishes, the piles of unfolded clothes, the toys that are thrown everywhere, the papers that need to be signed, and their shoes that seem to omit this odor that I cannot get rid of. Instead of trying to put each strip back together perfectly, I collect them all and realize the beauty in the chaos of torn paper brought together. All of the strips seem to come together as fireworks and they remind me that I am alive. The stationary cannot remain whole. It has to be torn apart and shredded to form something different. I have learned to gather those strips and admire such a vibrant display of disarray and with that display I continue to remind myself that I am alive, I am human, and I am many things put together.