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:: Where you stood ::
Oh, be careful little feet where you go...
the song lyrics fill my heart and stir my mind.
my feet --
Echoes of my kids voices interrupt mine...
they follow me...
It means that where I stand matters.
Where I'm going matters.
Who I stand beside and in front of and behind.
What I believe in matters.
Whether I realize it or not.
Whether I like it or not.
I've learned, so far, in Motherhood that where you've stood... well, the footprints
have no time to fade away. They're already being replaced with another --- by another...
Just listen to the voices and watch the play(ing) that fill the rooms of the home.
Wait and see if there isn't a shadow that dares to fall across yours and fill your shoes.
Children are like wet cement;
whatever falls on them makes an impression. ~ unknown
There are two ways of spreading light.
Be the candle or be the mirror that reflects it.
~ Edith Wharton
Participating in: 31 days/Five Minute Free Writes/Photography Challenge
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