Today I was there for them. I was there for my kids. Even though I wasn’t there in a huge way, I was there. They knew I was there, they could see me, they could look back at me, sitting in a pew a few rows back, I could give them a reassuring smile, and they knew that I was in their corner hurting with them, and trying to take on some of their hurt. today was their grandpa’s funeral, and I was there. And their step dad was there with me. We were a united blended family group. It felt really good.
It’s always hard to watch your children’s hearts break. Their tear drops always seem like huge droplets of water leaking from a faucet. But for some reason, at least for us, we always manage to have a laugh even in times of pain, of hurt. I think that’s what makes our bond so amazing. So today, I was brought back to the great part of mothering and the momma guilt went a way just a bit…for a few moments.
Ahhhh but tomorrow….another work day…..we’ll see what happens tomorrow.