Over the past 2-½ weeks two of my sons have traveled back
home to visit me. I didn’t realize how
much I missed them until it came time for them to pack up and head back to
their own homes.
I have been blessed with 3 sons and they bring me more joy
than I could possibly write in a blog.
They are kind, intelligent, and generous caring individuals who have
cultivated their own healthy connections to this sacred life.
From the time they were babies I was in awe of the way they looked
at the world – how resilient they were when life offered them unexpected trials. Today they are adults and I see how these
challenges have helped them mature into fine young men - contributing to this
world with good hearts.
The day each of my sons departed I remembered when I was 19
years old - watching my 4 ft. 8 in. grandmother as she stood on a city corner
in Edmonton crying as my boyfriend and I drove off to go back home following a
visit with her. No matter how long I held her in my arms before getting into
that car, it would never have been enough to comfort her. As we drove off I leaned out the window and
watched my grandmother sob into her weather worn hands, calling out my name.
What do we do with such abundant happiness as it travels in
and out of our lives? I breathe. I
remind myself how grateful I am to have each experience. And I keep my door
open for its return.
My connection to happiness is nurtured by the love I feel
for my children.
Deborah
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