Historically I have used the month of December to pause and relect on the previous year. I invite you to join along. Carve out a few moments to consider this question. I highly recommend writing your answers down. Maybe read the question at the start of the day and write your thoughts before retiring for the night. Do all or do some. If you are on instagram we can use #remember2018 or go ahead and tag me @ramonawildeman if you want to share your thoughts.
Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it’s like they are holding the baby of you. ~Anne Lamott
Who did you miss this year? Who are you missing now? Or what? It can be either or both?
Hmm. I miss my children. I know that this is the way life goes and I really do not want them living with me, but I miss the daily interaction. The chit chat. The laughter. As much as I crave stillness and silence, which I can have in spades if I choose to craft it for myself, I miss the chaos and the carpooling and the conversations in the car. I miss the shared music moments. I miss the tension and resolution.
So, I can honestly say that if you are in the space where you are beating your heart in frustration. Or silently weeping from wounds only teenagers can inflict; it gets better. And then it changes and your role changes, and time and space breaks wide open and you are left wondering what is next.