I normally only see what’s in front of me…except for when I don’t see it and I walk straight into a pole or something, but luckily that hasn’t happened
ever for awhile. I don’t normally hallucinate. I don’t normally have visions either. I might have had one today though.
I looked at the table and I gasped (out loud) because this is what was in front of me. It wasn’t the mess that surprised me. Messes rarely surprise me these days.
But what I “saw” was a table with three “big kids” around it and instead of playdough the table was scattered with papers, books, backpacks, and the clutter that will be three simultaneous teenagers and then I saw three “grown children” and a table full of coats, wallets, a purse, and an infant seat for my grandchild. I know it’s crazy, but it just might be going that fast. I don’t believe in savoring every moment because seriously, I had poop on my arm this weekend, but I might love this picture of sweetness for the rest of my life. No matter what it feels like day in and day out when they are this age they are getting
badder bigger every day.