I noticed her struggle.
It was one of those days when
the burden of work, life, and
responsibility
made her bow low,
even as she quickly moved about.
She was weary –
maybe even in pain,
her eyes with the dark circles below which
appear regularly now,
despite daily application
of concealer.
She kept going,
kept producing,
despite her burden.
I’ve got my big girl pants on, she said.
I could empathize
because I get tired, too.
I understand how hard it is to stop
and just be –
to observe the blessings
along the way.
Perhaps one of the perks
of getting old
is that as responsibilities
and requirements
fall away,
we can finally
rest.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 