There have been years when I slip-slided into the new year,
And years when I optimistically looked forward to anything new and exciting.
Some years, I've yawned peacefully at the new dawn around noon, after a night of partying.
Cautious not to wake the colicky baby,
Sitting here with a cup of coffee in the quiet of the morning
Wondering what the year will be like.
Will the baby wake up riding a never ending roller-coaster of giggling highs and blood curdling lows?
Will it wake up with a fear-filled scream---hunger? pain? cold? wet? or just a bad mood?
Or,
Will it wake up, half-dazed with a gentle smile?
....Looking back at previous years. . .
I survived . .. . not alone but with God and family by my side
Always there when I'm close to surrendering to the chaos of another tantrum of
Pain, uncertainty and yes, fear of the unknown.
For now, enjoying a cup of coffee, looking at the sunny morning
Trusting that someone will be by my side to help me cope with the baby new year.
