Transitions. I should be used to them at this stage of life. I can’t even count the times I hugged my parents goodbye as I took off for Dallas, Madrid, Middlebury, Charlottesville, Lynchburg or other adventures. And now it’s my husband and I who hug our children goodbye as they leave yet again to pursue their dreams. Transitions. I should be used to them at this stage of life.
Like many fortunate mothers, I experienced the joy of having two of our daughters home with us for Thanksgiving. I’m really good at that kind of transition. It’s putting them back on the train and plane that I have trouble with. Does it get any easier?????
It helps me to recognize that without the goodbyes, we’d miss out on the joyful hellos. Though I reluctantly drove my daughter to the train station yesterday, I anticipate seeing her again this weekend in the Naval Academy’s magnificent performance of Handel’s Messiah. Hallelujah indeed!
(By the way, something pretty cool happened at the station. As part of my farewell prayer for Brett, I asked God to be with her as she prepared for the Messiah. “Double entendre, Mom,” she said. Wow. How true. And to think it was the First Sunday of Advent!)
Transitions. Life is replete with them whether we’re ready or not. Joy. Sorrow. Pain. Delight. It helps to have a constant in life as we go through the inevitable ups and downs. If so moved, would you please share with us what your constant is?
Thank you and bless you,