Trees

I slip into my comfy mama shoes and wonder how much coffee I need to get through the day. School’s disposable cups aren’t big, so perhaps I’ll have two. Last night was rough, but I know the people who will pull me out of self-doubt parenting purgatory, and I plan on seeing them.

This morning, my calendar showed five meetings, some time to unpack boxes, deliver resources, and a flexible break at noon to stretch my legs and enjoy lunch. I always knew my brain worked in tabs, but today, it was put through the ultimate test of switching rapidly from one to the next.

For a long time I envisioned blogging about getting this promotion, but circumstances have kept me from truly enjoying this accomplishment–and that’s okay.

Sitting by the huge window and preparing to leave work in my new office until tomorrow morning, I take a few minutes to notice the familiar view. How long have those trees been growing? Have they faced unexpected Florida storms? How do they cope with the influx of children playing around at the start of the school year? How many families will I see gathering after a 3PM dismissal?

Those trees have seen it all. They’ve seen buildings go down for new ones to take on space and drastically change the ecosystem in this triangular space in downtown Miami. I see their different leaves and how they greet each other when the wind blows a certain way–their calmness, day after day. No matter what happens around them, those trees keep growing.

I don’t set roots as deep as them, but I think about everything that has grown around me and how I’ve passively witnessed so much change. Good things are coming. I better make the time to sit and document.