So the last time we were together, the three of us, was eight months ago – EIGHT MONTHS! There was a time that I didn’t go eight HOURS without hugging them and now it’s eight months and will be more since we shared a group – all three of us – hug. I do not allow myself to dwell on that because I don’t believe in wallowing in the “depths of despair,” those emotional danger zones that really are not productive or good for one’s emotional health. I have a photo on my computer desktop -one without me in it, just the girls – so I see those faces all day long and it warms my heart. We speak on the phone often, sometimes daily and we e-mail back and forth. We’ve moved onto a new level of relationship, one with me as a mother of adult children. Though referred to by friends and family as “the girls” they are girls by gender, but at 23 and 24, most definitely young women. And I am so proud of the young women they’ve become.
Sometimes they need advice – just this week, “Talk to me, mother, while I pick out a vacuum cleaner. Which one do you think I should get?” A new experience for me – shopping via cell phones a thousand miles apart. Then a crate for the new dog, “he’s about up to my knee, maybe as long as ….” That was definitely a new experience. Can’t wait to meet the new dog and see how he fits in the crate – nine days to go 🙂
Ecclesiastes 3:4 tells us that there is a time for everything, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. In the five years since coming to the Homestead, I’ve wept, laughed, mourned and danced. Now, I believe, I’m coming into my time – my time on the Lord’s timeline – not day-in-day-out mom responsible for a household, family, etc., but time to give back, time to share, time to mentor, time to utilize the gifts with which I’ve been blessed. And I would say it is my time to dance. Adieu….