Words had been pounding on my head begging to escape all day yesterday and today.
But there has been no time to let them out.
After I dragged myself home from an unexpected morning at our business, I walked into the world of a messy house, a teething, tired babe and a sweet yet needy two year old. A Diaper change, trip to the potty, snack break and nursing-to-sleep session later, I thought I may have finally scored a solid 15 minute stretch to just write and lay out my heart on paper.
And then my beautiful two year old nestled himself in between my body and my computer. He lounged on my lap while rubbing my ear as I tried to type what I really needed to get out before I completely exploded.
"Mama, you read with me now?" he asked in his soft, little voice.
Resisiting was futile. I melted into the chair with him and read away about trains and ABCs and wumps as the words that had been haunting me for days retreated into hibernation.
Because, right now, the heart wins every time. And my heart, right now, isn't mine. It's theirs.
Maybe tomorrow there will be opportunity to whisper through the wire about how my understanding of myself became clearer this past weekend through the words of strangers who turned to friends or how my thoughts about authenticity were challenged.
But, right now, there is a baby waiting to snuggle his mommy. And, right now, I wouldn't have it any other way.