Monday, March 12, 2012

Imperfection


We took a walk, the first one in a long while,
and he was telling me how changeful I am.

He said,
"Remember how you proclaimed that we were all going to be vegetarians and then you made us all quit eating meat?"

Yeah I remember. That one lasted 2 years.
And there have been other short-lived proclamations.

I think it might be hard to be the child of a wandering soul,
especially when you're a black-and-white sort of person.

I said,
"Yes, I start new things all the time. It's one of the best things about me!
And one of the worst."

I keep something from everything I leave behind.
A little remnant of knowledge.
A healthy habit or a painful bruise.

I imagine myself, at the end of life,
a patched-up conglomeration of everything I've tried.
Maybe a beautiful mosaic, maybe a piece of trash-art.
Depending on how you look at it.

It's easier to be the child of a scheduled constant.
It's easier to live under the roof of someone who never contradicts himself, never changes direction. Keeps to the safe road.

But I look at my children and all four have somehow survived
my neglectfulness or my hovering,
my inability to stick to a plan,
my confusing mix of strictness and lenience.

I think it's because, beyond the erratic mealtimes and the abandoned projects
is one unscheduled constant:

Love.

I think, if you can give your child that,
along with a huge bucket of humor to wash over everything,
then you've done alright.

I've done alright.

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3 comments:

Annie said...

Amen to this. YES!

Brian Miller said...

smiles....love conquers much too...and that is what is truly important any way...smile.s

Diane said...

smiles

I remember my Mom making us give up sugar once when we were growing up. We had rhubarb pie with NO SUGAR. I cannot emphasize how bad it was.

But now its a wonderful memory for us..'remember that rhubarb pie?'. Its a shared experience.

It's all good.