Fact: bitter cold can be Bracing! Energizing! but by Groundhog day it gets kinda hard to take. Hang in there everybody. Most of my energy seems to be going into the basic need categories, 1. food 2. washing 3. finding sweaters 4. watching old Downton Abbey episodes. Not so much writing. So, today I offer you a wander down memory lane. A re-post. (Here: Drained)
Attempting to prepare to write this week, I read back through the blog. It was encouraging, which is far better than the alternative! Have you ever done that? Looked through old journals or letters, and been surprised to see growth in yourself? When I discovered a post from August 2015, I was amazed at how much my attitude and life have changed from that soggy moment. What I wrote there still has the zing of truth for me, but I could not have imagined in August 2015 how happy and content I would be in my life as it is now in 2018 — with all our other kids moved out leaving Edward, Owen, and me to make a go of it. I couldn’t see . I could not have known. Frankly, I love being reminded how little I know. This limitation is a huge relief. Wow, I am not In Charge of All Things? I love being smacked gently on the head with remembrance that people have ideas, situations arise, and things happen that I could not have dreamed up. It isn’t my responsibility to run your life! (Aren’t you glad I remembered?)
Every year I seem to learn greater appreciation of life with an Owen to care for in it.
I don’t want to sugarcoat this. Regular readers have seen enough of our adventures-with-Owen to know how hot and gritty things can be around here. I simply could not be Owen’s caregiver without the support that we get, without regular breaks, without respite for each of us apart, and together. We are grateful for every bit of it. Human beings are meant to grow up, and when they do not, extra supports are required for caregivers to maintain that kind of high intensity care. I am acutely aware that many who need it do not get it.
Owen is enriched by breaks from us too, I think. The outings with his wonderful sitter Kathie — the wanderings, the parks, the please-touch display at the Patuxent Wildlife Refuge, the turtle at the Nature Center — are stimulating to his brain and hisimagination. He is still growing and evolving. His parents are still growing and evolving.
I take comfort in not knowing, but the well-known cycles are comforting, too. Winter can be bitter, but underground roots are growing slowly in winter, too. Time moves forward, never back. And spring is always coming.
I hope you enjoy a peek back into 2015, when I was feeling Drained…
I know what you mean about feeling drained by the winter blahs. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!
Yes – see you soon!
I enjoyed the simplicity of this posting. I found it moving and thought provoking. The picture by Kathie is outstanding and seems to speak without saying a word. Just beautiful…
Thoughtfully, your friend at MOMs,
Thanks Sherrie! ♥️
Love your wisdom and analogies, Wystan. Even though things look, cold and beak. Unbeknownst to us, roots are growing to support new growth in the spring. Amazing how the Lord ties the natural world and spiritual together. This knowledge is so comforting.
YES!! Thanks Janice. ♥️
Great to hear how well you are doing after your surgery and all. Glad you have a good support group. Always great to hear from you, thanks! ❤