Someday life will be more than laundry and dishes and grocery pick-ups and practices.
Someday life will be lazy mornings reading and lonely afternoons of reflection.
Someday I will be as happy with my body as I was when I was four years old, running, jumping, splashing, smiling, and living life uninhibited.
Someday my heart will break again. More than it has ever broken. And it will heal. Slowly and unintentionally. On its own schedule. Resuming a new shape and capacity. Without my direction. No need to brace for it - what does bracing do anyway?
Someday I will have little versions of myself climbing onto my lap again. But they will also be the little versions of my original little versions. And I won't know what to do with all the love that trickles down from me, to my boys, to their tiny little replicates full of life and wonder. I will supervise less and sympathize more. I will be less rigid and more engaged. I won't do this on purpose. It will just happen.
Someday my identity won't be wrapped in a stethoscope or initials behind my name. My healing touch will never leave, but my paycheck will. I will be sad. I will feel funny. And eventually I will wonder how I ever let such bureaucracy define me.
Someday I will look at my partner across the table and wonder how we got through all the muck. I will forget most of the junk and remember the highlights. I will be proud of us and happy for us. And I will sit at the table with the family we built.
Someday I will sit on a porch, hopefully on a lake. I will feel a cool breeze and hear the birds and the squirrels. I will think of Mary and Martha, both my grandmothers, and I will explode with nostalgia. The men we loved. The families we created. The mess we endured. I will thank Martha for my fire and Mary for my loyalty. I will dance with both of them in my kitchen, windows up, music on high, supper in the oven, conviction in my heart.
Please support my fellow hope*writers by reading their work surrounding the prompt "someday":
Your Someday Will Come by Lisa Crowder
Make Someday Happen by Ashley Olivine
Are You Waiting on Someday? by Sharla Hallett
Simple Is Better – The “Some Day” that Doesn’t Ever Quite Happen by Dianne Vielhuber