It's such a strange time to be a parent. I worry about the little changes I see in my kids. I wonder if these times will leave a scar in their minds. I try to think of ways to inject a little of the old "normal" into their days.
The first time I saw little masks in my pharmacy I felt my blood drain from my face. Little baby masks with yellow ducks on them.
This is really happening isn't it?
I'm not in control. I never was, but at least before there was an illusion to hold on to.
The only thing keeping me from panic these days are loved ones peppermint tea, chocolate-covered almonds, and praying to a God that I still believe is in control, no matter how scary life gets.
I am the last person anyone thought would write a book of personal prayers, but when you get a second chance at life (I'll write more about that one day), you tend to get really grateful to the One who gave it to you. It's like all of my other writing...not fancy, but the truth of my struggles with religion, religious people, and God.
Leading up to the release of Dear God, I'll be sharing some of the prayers that are helping me get through these days. It's not all bad...the leaves are beautiful time of year. Deep breaths. Hold on, okay?
Don't give up.