Jessica
Visiting Home
I am surrounded by the sounds
of the ceiling fan’s rattle, the hum
of the air conditioner and
the way my husband relates to his father
one uncompleted project at a time.
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As I mentioned in my previous post, Aaron and I headed out to Lincoln, NE to visit with his parents. This will likely be our last time visiting them without a baby in tow. While I have always enjoyed spending time with them, I found it to be an especially poignant visit. In the back of my head, I was watching the family as our child will be watching it. I wondered what our child would learn about my husband’s interactions with his parents. I wondered what we would retain in his parents’ parenting style that is present even as my husband is 35 years old. Overall, I know I am very lucky to be part of this family.
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This micropoem is part of A River of Stones International Small Stone Writing Month, hosted by Fiona and Kaspa. The goal of the project is for participants to create one small stone (a recorded moment of mindful observation) each day in July.
