Good morning Middlefield...

Good morning Middlefield....and Durham, NY and LA and everywhere in between. This morning, I was awoken by the steady stream of sleepy-eyed children taking a groggy b-line for my bed for a few minutes of cuddle time before life got in gear. Looking out the window, we all share the same gift of the sunrise and a new day ahead.  How today unfolds is mostly of my own doing, but what makes it interesting is what I don’t have control over. What I have always enjoyed about life are the things that we don’t expect at our doorstep. As I take a quick look at my wall on Facebook, I can see all sorts of emotions coming from friends. The range is huge, some posting weekend photos from their first semi-formal, while another grieves the untimely death of a murdered friend. As the shock of the latter post settles in, it becomes clear that as we see people throughout our day, we need to be more sensitive to what they may be going through. From one single line sound-bite, it’s hard to get the whole story.  I smile as I read a few more: “Finally home, thank God”, “Hello my name is ___, and I’m a sugarholic.” Others vent on the weather, their cell phone bills, their tournament picks, or about a bad haircut. Finally, I see a post that sums it all up. It says, “When will it all make sense?” As we all try to figure that out today, I hope we all enjoy making sense of our nonsensical lives.  Kate’s advice to me this morning while we lounged in bed, “Mom, when nothing goes right, go left”.  I look at her and smile from the inside out and hope we’re headed in the right direction.