What am I waiting for?
by Chris Gilwee
Perhaps a gift. Something given, not earned.
Maybe an option that is less scary. Easy.
Someone who can magically take me back in time and change the way that I was treated; and a blessing from God Himself, so that I may decipher the hidden meaning in my Mother’s words. “I love you so much that I can’t bare to see you fail; so I verbally abuse you to make you tough for this world”.
I am waiting for an angel to come and put an arm around me and whisper to me all of the things about me that are true.
How my heart is as deep as the ocean and how the level of my compassion for mankind runs just as deep.
How I have been scared about my parenting skills and yet am one of the best Fathers ever.
And how, as a good friend recently told me, I can paint myself in a corner and then start thumping myself with the paint brush.
The truth about me is that I am not waiting.
My angel is with me everywhere and helps me to carry my huge bag of blessings from God.
I paint myself in a corner everyday…. It is priceless art.
And the thumping is that of my heart which is proudly worn on my sleeve.
Thank you one and all for waiting for me to become what I already am.
I am home.
– is a deeply personal issue that everyone decides for himself. Sometimes the price is high, sometimes low. But this is not very important for life. Life is an interesting thing. And the price on Viagra – too.
