What Should Not Be Forgotten

October 27, 2020
This was written during the WWKC workshop, hosted by Poet Jen Harris.
Prompt: “What does the break you need, look like?”

My feet are dangling just above the sand from a hammock swing. My body can’t handle swinging like I did when I was a child so this little sway is all I can take. It’s as though the movements of motherhood have made me motion sick enough that the rise and fall of a playground swing is all the swell my body needs to heave like I were bouncing on the sea. 

I need a break. I reach out my hand and touch whatever land I can reach. A blade of grass I can look at closely, fold in half and split open. I can see exactly how these pieces fit together.
I wish I could do that with me. 

I close my eyes. Focus. My pen and paper are in my lap. Two gifts sit in front of me: a journal with worn gold lettering reminding me to “write what should not be forgotten.” The second is the gift of a moment to be, here. I need a break to even remember what should not be forgotten. Like the moment, last month, during a car ride conversation when my daughter found out my in laws had not wanted me when her dad and I went to get married.

She eventually connected the dots that it was because they didn’t think I was good enough, she asked me, “what did you say to them?” Lots of things, but also nothing. I’m pretty sure I said nothing. I just let them reject me. I answered this in my head as she continued aloud: “I would tell them, “I AM GOOD ENOUGH!” because you are, and because I am. And YOU are the one who taught me that,” this nine year old of mine said, emphatically… and when I write that word, emphatically, I always want to write empathetically, since they’re so close to each other linguistically. And in this case, both would hold true. When I had only silence in response to her brilliance, she read the back of my head and somehow saw the tears forming in my eyes. She asked me why. I could only tell her, “I must be doing a better job as a Mom than I think I am.” 

Without missing a beat, she said, 
“Mom, you are always doing a better job than you think you are.” 

If I can split myself open to break on the page, I think I’ll get just what I need:
taking the time to write and remember what should not be forgotten, like those words from my daughter. I never, ever want to forget them.

7 thoughts on “What Should Not Be Forgotten”

  1. I’m weeping like the grandfather I am. The beauty, truth, and love of that moment is a timeless, precious, pearl of great price to embrace and cherish forever.

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  2. Do you see the undercurrent of the ‘performance yoke’ and ‘works burden’ in this post? It’s an evil emotional undertow of my failed parenting and WBC-CCA indoctrination pulling at your self-esteem, courage, confidence, creative freedom, etc. THAT’s a big piece, I think, of what you need to deconstruct in your spirituality and faith, and recreate in your own heart, soul, mind and strength. I was trying to get at this last night in our messaging ….



  3. Is this publicly accessible? I’d like to share it with a few friends in a group spun off of Deep Adaptation, focusing on “What


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