Just Keep Swimming : Ramblings of a Dysfunctional Mom

just keep swimming

Now as we gather all the things to make her temporary home away from home cozy, I find there is a permanent lump in my throat. Keeping myself busy has been my modus operandi. A few days ago I responded to a friend’s text who had asked how I was doing. All I could muster was that “I’m doing. I just keep doing.” And I immediately thought of Dory from the Nemo, because that’s about my level, “Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim … “