Yesterday was a day I stole from Real Time, to re-calibrate with my youngest daughter, to borrow a word from Ms. OLM. It has been clear to me for the last week of being home that we have been out of alignment, missing the mark, not connecting, and though the day's plans involved more Appalachian golf for Dan and precious time with dear friends for us girls, my heart was screaming, "STOP!" - this isn't working, this can't keep going in this direction, gotta change something here...So, Ani and I stayed home while Dan and Eliza went without us.
It was a really hard decision to make, derailing our plans like that, and it was rough for the first 10 minutes. Ten minutes. A day of healing is well worth ten minutes of deep empathy, active listening and riding-it-out, in my opinion. Ten minutes for a day of talking, laughing, thinking, considering, snuggling, talking, listening, and snuggling some more. We painted. We read. We built. We snacked. We walked to the garden and there she invited me to sit in the shade with her before we headed back home...
Carefully, she unpacked her bag of her dearest treasures.
I soaked up every peaceful moment with this child of mine. Every thought shared and every kind gesture...It has felt stormy around here and it was deeply restorative to be reminded of love and yes and peace in each others' presence. Today was not smooth sailing, but we had something to fall back on, some new memories of how it can work.