Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on tomorrow.
It's not a guarantee,
it's not a known.
In fact, it's something we take for granted because we just expect it will be there.
Going to bed angry because we will fix it tomorrow.
Putting your child to bed in a tantrum because they just need to sleep off the crazy and we will talk about it tomorrow.
And it's not that we aren't reminded how fleeting time is.
It's not that we aren't told that tomorrow may never come, we are bombarded with images and stories of someone's tomorrow that did not come.
We are told to love today, in the moment, to believe and live like each day is our last.
We are told to say the I love yous and pick up the phone to check on someone, to not let anger wash over us, to forgive and love.
Because tomorrow is never a have to, always another gift.
But, we get busy, and life takes us in a million directions and before you realize what is happening, you find yourself saying, there's always tomorrow. It can wait.
Or when we ourselves are in a fit of rage, we are not thinking, what if I don't see their face tomorrow, what will be remembered? What will their take away be? What memory will we all have?
All you think about is the fit of rage, the anger, you're stuck in the moment.
But, with the little faces I created, I have gotten harder and softer.
My temper is shorter, but my love is greater, my heart, larger.
And when I fly off, when all control is lost, I have to try and remember how many mothers didn't get their tomorrow.
And how many lose the fight.
Tomorrow is not a guarantee, love and hug today.
And remember that life is happening today.