TOMORROWMy dad used to tell me that his mother had a saying, "Tomorrow never comes." My dad instilled this in me as a work ethic, to not put off until tomorrow, what could be done today. I over-learned that one.
Thursday night I put Rojo to bed, happily, I thought. Half an hour later he came into our room crying, "I feel so left out. You are talking to Daddy and I am all alone in my room."
He was inconsolable, and cried for 45 minutes straight. "I am too stressed to fall asleep," he said. Finally, nearly two hours later, we got him to sleep.
Friday morning he woke up, was happy, hyper and had moved on. "Last night I cried like there was no tomorrow," he said, then holding his arms out, palms up, he said, "but here it is."
My grandma and father were wrong. Tomorrow does come.
Always.
* Photo from urbanfluteproject.com
13 comments:
"...and here it is." Indeed.
Is my little LSU Tiger fan gonna be tuned in for the game tonight? :)
How can you stand living with such genius?
I. SO. WANT. TO. MEET. THIS. BOY! XO
it does indeed .. and the possibility it holds is endless.
I so needed this today! Thank you and tell Rojo thank you!
Love to you both!
I love this post.
Love.
goddamn. he's good.
I love that you have made a story, a perfect slice of your life. It's so good to be mindful -- and you have a wonderful boy.
Rojo is a walking, talking miracle. So is the fact that you share his wisdom with those of us who need it and are lucky enough to have found our way to your blog and your life.
Thank you.
Love this! True indeed.
That is so beautiful. I just love him. And you!
my daugher is asking me why im crying! :) you just choked me up. Your son is just da bomb!
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