Friday, May 25, 2012
I can honestly say that this has never happened to us as a family before, and I don't know how to deal with it. It's that part of me that wants everyone to get along like one big happy bunch. And at the core, it's that part of me that wants everyone to like me, like my husband, like my children. Sometimes, even with all the logic and rationale that I can muster to tell myself that it isn't us, that we have done our best to offer our unfettered selves without fear, regret or falsehood, I still hunt scrutinously for the remedy, the cure, and the magic to make it all better. Truthfully I want to be angry, I want to be spiteful, I want to be mean. Truthfully, I just want to know why.
Sometimes, the answers just aren't there. We have to understand that there is nothing we can do except to continue to be kind, open, patient, caring, and forgiving. There are things in this world that better deserve our attention than our bruised egos, things that we can be truly grateful, happy and enthusiastic about:
like the fact that there are pink peonies growing in my back yard
that we are leaving for France is 3 days,
that my children are officially out of school today
that I will have some time alone with my husband
that we are meeting new friends for drinks this evening
that I will get to finish my book on this trip
that I still believe that love and compassion is the best way
Keeping it Real....