My parents taught me a lot about the sacrificial, unconditional love that parents have for their children, no matter how those children are! While I would never want to repeat the circumstances that led to us living with my parents for three weeks, I look back on that time as a gift to our family and to my parents.
This is the moment everything up til this moment formed into this realization of healing. Because not once during the last few days had I been triggered. Not one hymn. Not one shudder induced by a smell or a sight. No anger. No pain. No regret. Just genuine gratitude and bittersweet joy for my family, for my grandma’s prayers, for the good old hymns, for each and every last memory.
It’s a bit before 7am, coffee has brewed, and my mother’s voice is floating through my house. It’s a comforting sound on an early Sunday morning. What is unique about this situation is that my children’s grandparents live over 700 miles away. Today’s technology affords us many comforts – one of the many reasons I … [Read more…]