Several tangents race around my brain this morning. I can’t seem to line them up, but maybe they’re supposed to be radiating spokes from a central idea. Or race cars. Race cars go in circles, right?

Doesn’t help that I wrote this post last night and apparently forgot to save it. Most of the stuff I remember writing isn’t here this morning. That’s its own kind of annoying.

First car: Elder Brother got married. Huzzah, Elder Brother and WGR!

TT: I started a whole stream of consciousness thing about new potential permutations of WGR’s nickname, thought better of it, and deleted it. I did it for you both. Consider it one of my wedding gifts. You’re welcome.

Second car: As a result, the nieces needed a little adult supervision during the week, and Super Aunt Turtle moseyed to the rescue, giving up her nights to giggle and paint toenails with the little darlings. Except that didn’t happen.

The little darlings are teens. I should know this by now, but today’s teens have lives, and my nieces are no exception. Three evenings of unexpected band concerts and forensics tournaments and curfews later than my bedtime and more than once Mean Aunt Robynn nearly lived up to her reputation (five times. I counted).

Third car: What came home, more than ever, is how little time I really have with them. One more year and My Lamb is gone. Gone without the promise to come back and visit Aunt Turtle (I won’t go to France to visit her). Being younger, The Flash may hang about a bit longer, but not forever. She has to be President someday. Or a short order cook. Those dreams will be realized (I won’t go to DC, either). I will miss them so much.

Fourth car: Twenty-four years ago today the most unexpected thing happened to my family. Something that would change all of us forever. That event reminds me continually to appreciate what I have and who I have in my life. Right now. Today.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. I hope you were able to express your gratitude to your mom or the mom-figure in your life. If your mom isn’t available, I mourn with you. If your mom is a jerk, I’m truly sorry. Maybe in that situation, you get to be the mom you always wanted.

Last car: I would encourage you to express appreciation and love to everyone you know every day. Yes, it’s hard to remember, but the unexpected happens all the time. So often, in fact, it should be “the expected.” We aren’t promised tomorrow. We aren’t even promised today. We have just this very moment in which to live.

Live well.

About Robynn Tolbert

Born in Kansas and born again at age six, Robynn has published two novels and started her third. Robynn, aka Ranunculus Turtle, lives in Kansas with a clowder of cats, a patient dog and a garden.

10 comments on “Unexpected

  1. My Dearest Turtle,

    WELL SAID! You passed the finish line just in time.

  2. That’s quite the race line up. Weeks like that happen…we can’t avoid them, but they do throw off our best intentions. At least you survived! 🙂

  3. Thank you, Billie!

    Ralene, I’ll let you know about the survival. Right now, I feel like I hit a wall and exploded.

  4. Sounds like somebody needs a vacation.

  5. If it’s any consolation Elder Brother really appreciated it and brought back gifts and pictures of distant family.

  6. We have had some really hard roads to walk BUT because we knew God was in His Heaven it made it doable ( is that a word?). We will survive until He comes for us. Some days will be better than others but they all belong to Him and we will continue to love , grow stronger and thank Him for our family who is so loving and caring

  7. LOVE THIS!!! 🙂 You know how to make a reader stop running in circles and take a moment to think!!!

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