Where the sidewalk ends

Today was one of those days that you just wonder ‘why?’ Feeling under the weather doesn’t help. The GFCF diet is going okay. Until today. O started to scream because his tummy hurts. All morning. After a 30 minute stint in the potty, he seemed to feel better. I knew that this diet was going to upset things a bit before they get better. I forgot how much it hurts to hear him in pain.

A friend and I went on a walk yesterday. I had both kids in the double stroller. O has to tell us which way to go. Left or right. Believe me, I’ve tried to convince him otherwise. I’m not a mom who caves easily. I have learned with Mr. O when it is okay to cave, and when to give him control of part of the situation. He wanted to go down the hill, then back up again. He led us down Sand Point Way. Literally, the sidewalk ended! I couldn’t believe it. My dear friend, Mary and I looked at each other and in unison said, ‘where the sidewalk ends’. Wow. How ominous and insightful. Strangely, pondering the actual poem ‘where the sidewalk ends’, it tell how the grass is greener on the other side. Interestingly, at that very moment it was a fateful statement, yet at this time, when I pen this moment, I needed that utterance to gain insight to the rest of the day. As I remember, the poem states that we should free ourselves of the current environment to go to the beautiful place…where the sidewalk ends. I guess that is where I was stuck. What IS that place? Could it be quieter? Yes. Could it be calmer? Yes. Could it be better? No. I know that I have everything that I need for this to be the place to be where the sidewalk meets the end. It can be both. It seems to be both. We embrace both worlds here. Graciously and lovingly.

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