> This week has been a strange one. After dinner with my mother on Monday all hell seemed to break loose. Things just kept happening and they were beyond my control. I could do nothing but attempt to be helpful and supportive, but most of all I tried be THERE.
Usually, I like to stick to myself. I like being alone. I like being with my boyfriend and my children, but if I am alone I don’t find myself longing for company. (I mean, I have a small herd of cats. How could I possibly be lonely?)
This week, my presence was needed. I like that no matter how often my mother and I fight, at the end of the day we are there for each other. I love her. I don’t have to agree with everything my family does. I just have to love them and try my best to be there. I have spent a lot of time on the phone with Mom and we spent two nights together without even coming close to an argument. There was business to be handled and we stepped up. That’s what we do and how we were raised.
When I was younger, I used to pray for peace. I didn’t pray for peace in the Middle East or anything. I prayed for peace in my home. I know my life is hectic, but at the end of the day there is peace in my home. I am there. My cats are there. My books are there. Peace and thoughtfulness are at my house. Sometimes, during the day chaos reigns. (My children are there sometimes. They are a force of nature.) When the night comes and we are preparing for bed and waiting to drift to sleep, that is where peace lives. I am grateful for that.
I hope the rest of the week is better for us all.