Wednesday, October 7, 2009

This Space is Not For Me



I am immersed in my profession at this time. The profession that "pulled me back in" just when I thought I was out. I thought I was embarking on a new road, where I would grumble about the not enough sleep, the troubles with feeding, and difficulties in running those errands with baby in tow. I'm walking to an office store just shy of a deadline by a few hours to get this big project off my hands, and I stop at an empty parking space. And I study the painted yellow blocks with BABY spelled neatly, but the pavement is cracked with an attempt for repair and the pavement is stained. "Fitting," I think, and I continue to stare. Sadly. It's quite fitting that it's empty because this space, this parking place for a road that I thought I would be on, is not for me.

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14 comments:

  1. RELHOctober 7, 2009 at 8:24 PM

    WOW! That's all I can say ....

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  2. AnonymousOctober 7, 2009 at 8:45 PM

    I'll second that 'Wow!'

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  3. Lollipop GoldsteinOctober 7, 2009 at 8:56 PM

    This post made me feel very quiet. Abiding with you.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 7, 2009 at 9:09 PM

    Also in a place I never expected to be. I hear you in so many ways with this post.

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  5. KristinOctober 7, 2009 at 9:23 PM

    Oh hon.

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  6. loribethOctober 7, 2009 at 9:37 PM

    Great post! I can relate...

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  7. areyoukiddingmeOctober 7, 2009 at 10:15 PM

    Also...Wow.

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  8. Once A MotherOctober 7, 2009 at 10:45 PM

    sending you a big fat hug, I was walloped in the gut with one of the baby parking spaces once after losing Peyton. I just sat there, teary eyed in the lot wondering what the heck had happened to my life. Seems the reminders of our loss are everywhere sometimes. Hugs to you.

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  9. DelennOctober 8, 2009 at 10:28 AM

    Very thoughtful and eloquent post. Thinking of you and the various roads we all have to travel (especially when they are in need of work and repair).

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  10. ericaOctober 8, 2009 at 11:11 AM

    powerful photo. wow.

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  11. LynnOctober 8, 2009 at 11:22 AM

    Beautiful post about a very sad place. Sending hugs to you.

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  12. Akul's mamaOctober 8, 2009 at 3:18 PM

    I looked at the picture of the broken stained road with the word "BABY" written on it and wondered what it represented - my tired broken heart where my baby lives for ever or my stained wounded womb where my baby lived for 36 weeks?

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  13. Lori Lavender LuzOctober 8, 2009 at 11:25 PM

    There is some symbolism you'd just rather not get.

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  14. ErikaOctober 9, 2009 at 10:15 AM

    What an amazingpost. It is quite fitting. THank you for sharing!

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