5 minute Friday: on the color red
It’s 5 minute Friday: write for 5 minutes flat and straight, no going back and editing, just write. It’s good exercise!
I have been excited all week for this Friday’s prompt. I came to the site where 5 minute Friday started, and saw the word: RED.
Maybe she meant to say: read, ready…really, just red? Oh, she’s being tricky.
This should be 55 minute Friday because I spent the last hour thinking about red. What is red? Why do I want to write about red?
Ready, set, go:
It came to me then, when I saw the card on the coffee table. Red is the color of her hair, long and luxe, unbelievably beautiful and red. The card is from her and her mama, visitors yesterday, on the day when the sky was gray and the lightening and thunder made this old house tremble. There are scratch and sniff stickers inside it. Her long red hair was strewn across the shared sheepskin, while Florence barely sports blonde curls. This red, this wheat, these miracles.
And it took my breath away. All of it, the moment when I met another, when I saw the same face of love in a child, blue eyes so soft and bright.
She is Charlie and her little spirit left an imprint on this house, a symphony of sounds and colours and delight. Charlie also has Spinal Muscular Atrophy type 1 and lives in the same city as us. She is 4 years old. And in this same city, her parents received the same terrible diagnosis, in the same hospital, the same grim faces telling her the facts. She wasn’t expected to live for more than a few months. Thoughts have changed since then and each child is just so different, we never know what the future will hold, which is a blessing and a curse. There is something about these children that causes ones heart to expand, to brim, the red of it beating harder and faster for love. It’s unexplainable.
As their parents, we are never the same. These valleys shape us. We grow stronger as they grow weaker, this is the dance, this is the struggle.
These are the the gifts that love made, these are the faces that change the world.