I, like millions (billions) of others, have been dealing with the weight of stress in my life. Everyone has something. Financial concerns, a sick child, a cranky boss....whatever it is, sometimes it can feel like the slowest of deaths.
I sit tonight in Los Angeles, admiring the view from my window. The night looks crisp, and the streetlights cut sharp edges into the gloom. My mind wanders back to another time, an earlier time with a mobile view of the evening sky from the back seat of my parent's automobile. The stars flew over the car in long, bright streams. As I laid there, I was greatly comforted by the soft, low sound of my parents talking in the front seat. I was rocked by the steady thump of our tires rolling over the grooves in the road. I believed then that I was the safest little girl in the world. I believed that I would always feel as good as I did right then in the back seat of that car, listening to one or both of my parents laughing quietly at some small joke they had just shared.
I may not ever feel quite that safe again, but I am so eternally grateful that I'll always have such a wonderful memory to hold dear.
~Jenn
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I used to feel that way when I would go to bed and hear my mom clanking around the pots and pans in the kitchen. Funny how those moments stay with us. Now I guess it's our turn to create them...
ReplyDeleteI remember feeling the same way when it was time to go to sleep at night. If I could hear them in the other room, no matter what they were doing or saying just that I could hear that they were there, then sleeping came easy because I felt safe. If I woke in the middle of the night and all was quiet I could NOT go back to sleep - no noise=somethings wrong. I'd lie awake for hours, then I'd hear Dad get up and plug inthe coffee pot, I was out like a lite!
ReplyDeleteCinda - I loved that, too. Also, the sound of my mother getting ready in the bathroom in the morning. I loved laying in bed, still under the covers, and listening to the sound of the shower. :)
ReplyDeleteB - That is so true. Sometimes when you're little too much silence can be terrifying!
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