Sometimes I run.
\nNo. Not from myself.
\nBecause, no matter how hard I try, that persistent \u201cme\u201d catches up, no matter how far I run.
\nAnd before the suitcases are even unpacked, it taps my temple with a tiny finger, reminding me that the plan to leave \u201cme\u201d at home didn\u2019t work again.<\/p>\n
I run.
\nNo. Not to be alone with myself.
\nBecause?
\nI don\u2019t even know if I like myself enough to want to be \u201cjust the two of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sometimes I run.
\nNot from home.
\nNot from work.
\nNot from my husband.
\nNot from everyday life.
\nI don\u2019t run from something.
\nI run to somewhere.
\nSomewhere the constant roar of daily life fades.
\nAnd in its place comes silence.
\nWhere the perfect chance arises
\nto listen to the one
\nyou love deeply.
\nEvery day.<\/p>\n
But maybe, sometimes, a sadder glance gets lost in the flood of tasks?
\nMaybe a softer word goes unheard?
\nMaybe a stranger gesture goes unnoticed?
\nMaybe your hands are too busy for hugs?
\nMaybe your eyes are too often lost in the computer, the phone, the dinner pot?
\nMaybe your ears are clogged with responsibilities and can no longer catch the frequency of \u201cI need you\u201d?<\/p>\n
Then I run.
\nHand outstretched to someone.
\nFrom the everyday \u201cheroes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Because I firmly believe, as every child\u2019s heart knows:
\n\u201cYes. ONE mom is all of ours.
\nBUT how wonderful it is when she is just MY ONE.\u201d<\/p>\n
Or maybe a mother\u2019s love is like a bottomless bag of sweets?
\nSo full that there\u2019s enough to share with everyone.
\nBut.
\nSometimes.
\nOccasionally.
\nYou just need to grab that bag.
\nAnd, even knowing you can\u2019t eat it all yourself\u2014
\nEnjoy having it all for yourself.
\nWithout sharing.
\nJust yours.<\/p>\n
Our now-traditional little escape with Pa\u2014successful.
\nAt the end of our \u201cgetaway,\u201d we chattered about the waiting brothers and how we\u2019ll grab our beloved long-nosed E.
\nThe candy of love has been eaten.
\nThe miracle is
\nthat the amount hasn\u2019t diminished\u2014we carry it all back home.<\/p>\n
Here\u2019s to us, the \u201ccandy shop\u201d moms,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17728","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17728","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}