It snowed yesterday.  This winter has been challenging, at best, even for the toughest of outdoor enthusiasts, one of which I certainly am not.  I don’t believe I was even aware of the fence yesterday as I traveled to Rockford for an important court hearing.

I thought it was going to be an important court hearing.

It seems someone forgot to file a paper and waited three days too long.  That sort of thing happens.  A child is made to wait…yet again.  She hangs in that dark, unknown place; she has no choice but to remain at the mercy of the decision-makers.  What is she waiting for?  She doesn’t really know.  I am waiting for the same thing, whatever that may be.  Sometimes, I am glad that all of this is not up to me.  I am not in charge.  I may (and do) tell my kids that I am in charge, but I sense that this is only as true as the task at hand.

So what can we expect until the next time?  We don’t know.  Fear, anger, defiance, hostility, depression, and deep sadness are among the possibilities.  But there is also hope.  Hope and faith that what is in her best interest will, indeed, happen.  Sometime.

Hope, too, for the promise of brighter days which must certainly be around the corner.  Today’s sun does its best to will away the heaping, debris-laden mounds of gray that remind us of the arduous winter.  We sense that we have nearly endured it.  We hear next week’s prediction for, yet again, snow, but we hold on to the promise that we have felt the warmth of the spring sun.  We know it is coming.  We hope.

She hopes.  She hopes for something, but she doesn’t know what.  She hopes to always remember who she is, how she has been and is loved, and to keep deep within a place inside of her, the notion that though things are not always as we wish them to be, there is always hope for tomorrow.


About 1maniac1989

From childhood, I have wanted to take care of children, to bake cookies, cakes, and bread, to hear music, and to tend to flowers in my garden. I am blessed and lucky, and I am able to do all of these things. I live with my beloved husband, Dan, and our many precious children, in DeKalb, IL, which, perhaps in my opinion only, is the most beautiful place on earth. Sincere thanks to anyone who has taken the time to visit my blog.

2 responses to “Hope

  1. How awful to have your daughter’s hopes dashed, albeit temporarily, but how wonderful that she has you to remind her that there IS hope for a better tomorrow. I share your optimism, despite the news and weather forecast, so together we can face the uncertain future. Coffee date?

  2. I would love that. We are embarking on our spring break week, which can be good (potential babysitters built in) or bad (lots of kids home) for coffee!

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