…and down a few rabbit holes.
I’ve never been a big fan of the Alice in Wonderland series. Frankly, I think the whole thing is creepy. There is Alice, having a perfectly ordinary day. Then, one wrong move, and she’s propelled into an alternate universe. It’s upside down and backwards. The rules are constantly changing. All the social etiquette and rules of the old world do not apply. She desperately wants to go home, but each “right” path just leads her further away. She spends half her time laughing at the absurdity of it all and the other half crying enough tears to drown the whole world.
Alice has all my sympathies. Because this is our life with Helen. We’re moving along just fine. A good day at church, a successful run to the grocery store. Everything is great, until it isn’t. There we’re all bumbling around in the chaos desperate for the path that leads home.
In general, though, we’re OK. Even Matthew has become pretty adept at guessing what she needs. And, like Alice, we make it home. We just do it over and over again.
But know this: we’re tired. So very tired.
Especially of rabbit holes.