Is it going to be ok?

* gesturing vaguely at everything *

my kids ask me directly and indirectly with their poignant words and with their pleading eyes: will it be ok?

it * gesturing vaguely at everything *

they ask expectantly and hesitantly because they know I’ll tell the truth.

and the truth is * it depends *

it depends on if it’s one of those days.

one of the days where you feel like a shield like a sword like an impenetrable beam of light?

on those days it * gesturing vaguely at everything * is going to be just fine.

one of those days where you feel like an over filled water balloon being tossed between careless children over a bed of nails?

on those days it * gesturing vaguely at everything * might not work out this time.

my kids ask me directly and indirectly with their whispered questions and with their hands slipped quietly into mine: will it be ok?

it * gesturing vaguely at everything *

they ask eagerly and dubiously because they know I’ll tell the truth.

and the truth is * it depends *

are you a water balloon today or a sword? are you full of light or fear?

is it going to be ok?

it depends on today. it depends on tomorrow, too.