Friday, June 6, 2014

When the Tears Come

Things are better.
I don't cry as much as I used to.
Our house sits behind a school for special needs children.  When it is warm out (like today) I work from the dining room table with the screen door open.  Without fail every day around noon the kids come out to play.   I can see them and hear them from the table.
Today I could hear them on the swings and they were singing popular songs.  These were older kids... probably in fourth or fifth grade.
I began to cry.
My tears were brought on by not knowing if I will ever take another child of my own to a playground to push on the swings.
That is my reality.

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