Pictures of sunrises and sunsets pepper my Facebook feed this season. Daylight savings time wake us up to notice the day’s eruption. As the evening comes early, we can’t help but notice the pink, blue and purple hues that hold the darkness at bay. It’s beautiful how we want to share this moment with others never able to lift the heart as it did the moment the camara was flashed. We try.
I love the sky this time of year.
Thanksgiving weekend brings home the college student and I am reminded of my place in the world.
I hold back from directing where the duffle bag and laundry basket are thrown when he sweeps into the kitchen. My arms welcome and he quickly hugs. His scent of a college dorm lingers around us.
I am thankful for the disruption to the quiet pattern of the house.
There is so much to holidays. Expectations, hopes, desires, memories, wants. These nouns expressed as verbs are all so different. They can come out sideways. Not really what is but what is experienced in our bodies.
My desire this year is to just be in the moment with my family. Not try to manage anyone or expect how another should act. Let everyone else navigate their own time together.
The telling them to play with their brother or stop being mean to their sister is over. Now I get settle in to the murmuring as I mash the potatoes. To smile when laughter lights up the room as the dishes are washed. To hear peacefully the first grandbaby making known it is time for a nap.
This new season of coming home to myself invites a new home to my family. It frees up the bounds of expectation and allows the freedom of grace to take hold. What a gift. I am thankful.
