Just like everything else in this season of our lives, Christmas break looked different. It's what I'm learning lately; things can look different and still be good. Will I spend that time mourning how it's different or will I embrace it and diligently seek out the moments and opportunities for connection?
Connection has been a huge theme for me. When the Blossoms were little, connection came about by reading books aloud even though I was exhausted or carrying on a conversation about rabbits when I didn't feel like talking about rabbits. I wonder if many parents at this stage of the game are just too tired to keep trying to connect. It's much easier to focus in on my own interests, interests that have take second, third, fourth, or twentieth place for the last twenty-ish years of my life.
I thought connection was important back then. I zeroed in day and after day out of a desire to lovingly raise our children in a Godly way. The mission! And now, as they are launching into adulthood or inching closer and closer every day, connection is crucial.
Some days I struggle to remember what they said to me. My brain is processing so many different things at once, it seems and it takes a little discipline on myself to stop and look them in the eyes. Some days, I'm sleep deprived and I bite my tongue. Some days, I'm weary because going against the flow is not easy. Some days, their sass is strong. Some days, I'm discouraged.
The same grace that covered me and enabled me to soldier on each day that the Blossoms were little is right here, right now for me in this season.
Dominique
