This is what life does. It gives you four children, spread over eight years, and you wonder how you got yourself into this mess and if you’ll ever, ever get out of it and you pray to G-d to clean it up so that you can take a small break, just a breath really every so often, not even that often, but enough to take in small sips of quiet air untarnished by squeaky cries of “mommy mommy mommy…” And then one day you realize you don’t want it to be clean. You look up from the apple you’re slicing – “with cinnamon please Mom” – and see four faces, so different yet all undeniably yours, and you not-so-suddenly but very, very completely understand how much you love this mess that’s yours and oh please G-d keep me in it, just like this: slicing apples, spilling milk, “Don’t hit your brother,” school lunches and a new pair of shoes every other week.
This is what life does. It gives you a friend who gives you a mug. Olive green and cream, monogrammed with a swirly lower-case burgundy ‘n.’ It’s slightly rounded in the center and a little larger than usual, and is the perfect size and shape for holding in your two hands. You drink tea from it every single day, and every day you marvel at how she knew you always wanted that mug. Even though you never told her.
This is what life does. It wakes you with an alarm that sounds like loud crickets chirping in your ear. Rude. It’s still dark outside and you wonder, not for the first time, if you are certifiably crazy. It’s 5am and if you hurry you can make it to the supermarket and get your grocery shopping done before your 6am workout. That is crazy. But doable. And no fight for parking. It gets you in a dark, candle-lit spin studio with ten other women way before the sun rises and there is something warrior-like and badass about it. Maybe it’s not so crazy. The spin instructor is the perfect amount of inspiring and kick-your-butt and she urges you to “take ease in the recovery” and to appreciate what it means to “endure instead of push ahead or back off.” These are wise, essential words to hear at 6am… or any time.
This is what life does. It makes you smile and remember your grandmother whom you loved with all your heart. She was the only gran you knew who said “shit” and she let you stroke the soft, crinkly skin under her neck. She wrote you quirky, amusing letters which she would fax to you across the miles. Her fish ball recipe is included in one. You make them a few times but they will never taste as good as hers. Nothing will. And that’s okay. Life gives you memories of Granny Mary’s ginger cake and long, meandering walks with her on the beach, collecting shells. And a blanket that is over 20 years old crocheted by her long and knobbly fingers, the ones that look exactly like yours.
This is what life does. It hands you a book and says, “Read this!” So you do, and you are lost in the world of its words and images and characters and story, and reading is easily your greatest and simplest pleasure. You never want it to end and you hope that one day you will write a book that people will love to read as much as you love to write.
This is what life does. It holds you in a time zone on the other side of the world, far far away from the ones that you love. And no matter how hard you try to catch up to the time difference between you, it’s always too early or too late and days and then weeks go by without hearing her voice and your one urgent hope is that you get to talk to each other before the baby’s born.
This is what life does. It draws you to the scale day after day, weighing and measuring and calculating BMI and body fat percentage, and did the red wine and dark chocolate last night show up on your hips this morning. And what if it did? Would that be so terrible? And you know without a doubt that it would. It would be terrible. And the next morning you step on the scale again.
This is what life does. It presents you with every possible opportunity, affords you luxuries you take for granted like water and electricity and soap and Internet on-demand and TV and a car and easy access to any food you want and and and. And it gives others nothing. And when things go wrong for you, you say #fwp (first world problems) and feel bad and uncomfortable for having when most of the world does not.
This is what life does. It gives you a page and you write 800 words on it and you want so much to make a difference in the lives of thousands but all you can really do is make a difference in your own.
Inspired by the poem “Starfish” by Eleanor Lerman and by the prompt “What Life Does” by Linda Schreyer.
Forget the scale. Have as much wine and dark chocolate as you please.
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Oh Joyce YES! Is there anything better than those? Well maybe those with a book :).
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What a beautiful and heartfelt reflection on what life does. You described much of what goes on in my life as well. Lovely honest post.
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Thank you so much Miriam. Makes me happy that you relate.
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Gorgeous. As always. And yes, forget the scale. Chocolate does the soul good.
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It really does. Thank you lovely friend xo
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This is so beautiful. And oh yes can I relate. But I can also sigh with the sheer pleasure of reading your words
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I heart you. Thank you for being in this life with me.
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My desktop dings and I have a new email. It is a post from you, and I smile with anticipation. I don’t know what you wrote yet, but I know I will love it. This is what your words do.
So lovely to see you in this space again, Nix!
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I love love love this, Nix. You know what else life does? It brings people to us as it did you to me and me to you that make the whole of it so much richer and amazing. Thank you.
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YES! It does. And what a wonderful thing. Thank you Kristi ❤
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Beautiful, Nicki!
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Thank you xxx
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i just loved, loved, loved this. my eyes flew over your words, drinking them in, like a song, like a deep breath, like a lovely ode to this life you live…xox
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Thank you Dina so, so much. Powerful words for me to hear from a writer I so admire.
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Nicki, I *love* this. I love the 5 a.m. grocery shopping and the badass early morning workout and the #fwp conundrum… thank you so much for sharing these beautiful words. It’s been a really sucky couple of days, and somehow… I don’t know. I can wrap these words around me like a blanket and they’re a balm. So thank you. ❤
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I’m so sorry the last few days have been tough Dakota :(. Thank you for being here with me xo
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Love you to the moon and back… miss you my child. Hate the distance! From the 3rd world across the ocean, with 3rd AND 1st world problems and many more besides.
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So many more besides!
Love and miss you too Ma xxx
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I always look forward to reading your inspiring words. What a wonderful reminder of the gift of the journey and what life does. XO
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Thank you Amy jo xo
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I loved reading these words here (what a great prompt) and relate to much of this (right down to the exact same mug, with of course, the same letter). The shoes . . . the four kids . . . so many shoes.
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I love that we have the same mug :). What is it about their feet?! They do not stop growing…!
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How relevant this is to my life right now. Thank you!
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This is, indeed, what life does and it’s so lovely to read what you are doing with life, where it’s leading you and the way you’re letting it. P.S. This is one of my favorite poems and perfect for a beginning of the year prompt 🙂
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I love the personification of life in the poem – it gives a sense of mindfulness rather than randomness!
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I’ve been wanting to read this post ever since I saw it pop up, but of course, I’m just getting to it right now, because that is what life does. As always. though, you make it worth the wait. So gorgeous and heartfelt! xoxo
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Like everyone before me, I adore every bit of this. And like Mimi, I’m just now, finally, getting to it. Your cadence and honesty and imagery are so marvelous. I can hear you saying this all, in your beautiful lilt and with your expressive eyes. xoxox, Em
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Thank you for reading and for your beautiful words sweet Em! I know how crazy your life is right now xoxo
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What life does. I love this, and love where it took you, and therefore took me. Such lovely thoughts and words. Life. xo
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Thank you dear Denise ❤
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I’m so proud that this and you have been awarded a VOTY!! Brava!!! Love you!
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Thank you Em! I ❤ you! xx
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SO gorgeous. So wonderful to see such a wonderful writer receiving recognition…
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Thank you for these very generous words!
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Incredible Nicki—-I haven’t been following you that long but this is way over the top, the best I have read, a tremendous journey through your life…….just amazing…….of course I was touched beyond belief by these words: “This is what life does. It makes you smile and remember your grandmother whom you loved with all your heart. She was the only gran you knew who said “shit” and she let you stroke the soft, crinkly skin under her neck. She wrote you quirky, amusing letters which she would fax to you across the miles. Her fish ball recipe is included in one. You make them a few times but they will never taste as good as hers. Nothing will”………thank you dearly for this writing which humanizes all of us! (dear Nicki)
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You write the most amazing comments, Daniel! Thank you so much, treasured reader.
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Hmmm!! What a interesting topic What Life Does? Hmmm. What life does for me is it gives me hope, and dreams that. I cant even imagine, it also gives me the ability to hear what other people feels it also gives me the perspective to truly know the reason and the purpose why I was planted on this earth. And finally What Life Does? Is it allows me as a human being to grow into the Man God as called me to be.
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You Have Eplained eveything so gently and wisely. So Intresting
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Appreciate your thoughtful comment. Thank you.
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