Well this mornin, in my view is a pacifier and kids and grandkids at the breakfast table. I did not cook breakfast nor will I be washing dishes, others have taken over those tasks for today and I am grateful. Grateful for their help; mostly though, grateful for having my girls and their kids here.
I am a fortunate person. When I had my kids, it was not much of a choice...it was something everybody did--get married, have kids, buy a cottage by the sea and live happily ever after. Family would be tantamount to everything with Sunday family dinners every week, everybody would get along and love would be in abundance everywhere.
Reality is there never was a cottage by the sea, the high school sweetheart became disenchanted and left for better experiences, family hurts could not be healed, Older Daughter had to disappear to save herself, Younger Daughter only had bits and pieces of a father figure, and Mama Dearest survived.
Me (I am the Mama Dearest in this scenario) survived by being focused on necessities and taking breaks from bad situations with alcohol, bad men, and lots of wrong choices.
So how happy am I at this point in my life, my third act, to find that Daughters Oldest and Youngest are the wonderful people that they are. They have found the abundance in their lives that I always craved, they truly know the important things in life, and are far more authentic beings than I ever hoped they would be.
Just sharing intimate thoughts this morning At My Window.
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