The Impossibles
Jun01

The Impossibles

I woke up this morning to a grey sky and a hot cup of coffee.  I sat down with my pen and decided to read a little and write in my journal.  It just felt like a learning kind of morning for me.  Not two minutes into this quite morning did I hear Jaid crying in the room next to me.  I scooped her up blanket and all and brought her out onto the couch with me.  Instead of writing like I had hoped I decided to flip through the pages of my journal and read a few of them out loud to Jaid to easy her back to sleep.  Here is the journal entry I read to her… I wrote it on September 5th 2012 when I was about 4 months pregnant: Dear baby – When I was little my dad used to read me poems.  It’s funny the small things we remember that make big impacts on who we are.  I can still picture the cover of that Shel Silverstein book that I would bring to him to read out loud.  He is the best at voices and making you feel as though the words are alive and dancing before you.  Maybe someday you’ll hear him read and laugh to yourself as you picture Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout and the piles and piles of trash she wouldn’t take out.  I’ll give you my copy of “Where the Sidewalk Ends” someday and maybe we can make memories of our own but until then I’ll share with you my favorite poems of all.  You can keep this one for your self: “Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts.  Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.  Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” – Shel...

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