This week I am grateful…
For good conversations with both of my parents this week.
I thank God for the very different folks who raised me. I am grateful for the chance to hear these people as the individuals that they are, to release expectations and receive, instead, the authenticity of their stories.
It is a wonder to realize that one’s parents are not and cannot be the salve and savor of life. They get to be people, then, instead of demi-gods. And people are marvelous, dynamic creatures. Fun to get to know.
Parental love comes to mean something new when it is not taken for granted, or when it is not taken as an elixir for the holes in your heart.
It becomes a gift.
I am thankful to be growing older in the full-spectrum light of my parents.