School's out for summer and my precious
silent writing space has been invaded. My therapy time... soul words
that clear the shadows. Squeezing in car time during practice and
scattered notes on my phone. As busy as this week was, I felt a
shift...old Lisa returning like the tingling of a sleepy limb
reawakening. Parts though, still wanting to hold fast my new
awareness so in the busy days I don't forget those important lessons,
my bullet points. Wanting the change to stick to my bones.
A call to reality, however, was a text
from daughter....'when you get home, I'd like to talk'. The world
continued to spin, but suddenly laser focus was on her. Never
letting the flurry supersede relationship, once home, a bee-line to
her room closing the door behind. The cleaning and entertaining
would have to wait. Snuggled up beside her and quieted brain to
truly hear her words and the meaning behind them. Thankful that she
seeks me out and trusts my opinion. A lifetime of listening to all
the small stuff so I won't miss the big stuff. Advice on a boy that
broke her heart... should she extend a second chance. Personally
being The Queen Recipient of Second Chances, with protective
hesitation, I agreed. Taking inventory of all the chances I've
received, the fourth and fifth chances I've regretfully given,
passing along wisdom for both sides. Offer Grace, but don't abandon
common sense. Take it slow and don't dangle guilt.
Content, we parted and the flurry
continued but home base is secure, so all is well.
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