A beloved, elderly relative caught me on the phone the other day for a five-minute chat about my new baby. In my exhaustion, I asked her how her son was. Her dead son. Even worse, I got my names confused. I first asked about her long-deceased husband, then corrected myself to inquire about the well-being of her dead son. I love this woman. I am not a monster. I am just exhausted, and my current view has eaten all of my brainpower. Needless to say, my view is really limited.
When given the chance, I scroll through social media and see lots of posts captioned, “my view for today.” Friends, colleagues, family — they are seeing some incredible things out there. Some are tropical. Some are mountainous. Most are breathtaking. Here’s mine: It’s my view tomorrow and the day after that. It’s my view for the foreseeable future, and trust me; I can’t see much these days.
Sometimes my view includes background information — toddler feet in rapid motion, dodging around the periphery. Sometimes it’s obscured by hands — jealous ones, sticky ones, overtired, energized ones belonging to two curious siblings. Three kids under age four. These are my views.
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