I look at the white page on the computer screen, awaiting the muse to anoint me. Today’s news of an acquaintance giving up to COVID-19 pneumonia is heavy on my mind and heart. My eyes are drawn to the scene outside: blue skies, red brick homes, all beautifully shaded by lush green maples. The black iron fence conveys a sense of protection. The peace which has eluded me washes my soul.
Sharing a house has its tensions. A pandemic marred by political turmoil accentuates the stress as I watch ED deal with overwork, bored teens, and an uncertain school year. Mike and I escaped to Chicago to assist YD with repairs in her new home. Clarification: Mike is assisting with repairs. I am in my garden-level “she-shed” enjoying the view. Walks have restored my spirits while, I hope, strengthening my legs. Sitting outdoors on the deck is a healing alternative to floating in the warm pool.
My mother mind, though, cannot escape the concerns of my children. ED, I hope you and the boys are enjoying some of this time having the house to yourself. YD, I hope you don’t get sick of us before the repairs get completed or I feel like heading home, whichever comes first. C-boy, you have not chosen the easy path but I am proud of how you keep pushing through. All of our children are first rate people. That alone gives me peace.
For mothers it doesn’t matter their age or distance, we have our children and their challenges in our ❤.
We always want the best for our children and even though we know they can’t always be happy, that’s what we wish for them. You and Mike have great kids!!
Your last comment, about your children being good people… that’s all a mother can hope for. Praise God for He is good. Enjoy your time in Chicago. Love, Diana