The longer I am a mother, the more I realize how difficult it must have been for my mother to raise two young children on her own. My heart aches for her every time I have to call Shane for back-up when Caleb does not take my high-pitched reprimands seriously. And I feel ashamed when I think of all the times she offered me sage advice but I lacked the respect to hear it.
Occasionally, I still catch myself wanting to hear her advice as criticism, rather than valid words of observation. The truth. But I’m getting better. And I think I’m a better person for it.
And so I know what needs to be done now. Make a list. Write it down. The old-fashioned way. Pen to paper. Ahhh… the satisfaction of emptying my head of that mess.
And the thrill of hope as I cross the first item off!
(p.s. These pictures are from a walk I took with the girls at Asilomar)