Good Morning, God!
And a good, good morning it is! Sandy and Dave have returned home and I am no longer The Responsible Party! Sigh. I had forgotten just HOW responsible parents are. I love my grandsons, but I am happy to turn over the Position of Responsible Adult to their Mom and Dad!
Responsibility is a funny thing, God. When I was an Active Parent — one never stops being a parent — I wasn’t so aware of the weight of responsibility. It is only when reassuming that “responsibility” that I notice how heavy it is. I guess You don’t let us “notice” it while we are engaged in it. A Very Good Thing!
Both boys ARE responsible. They are really Young Men. And, mostly I only reminded and chauffeured. Well, and cleaned and washed and cooked. The most fun for me were the conversations I had with them. This visit I made a point of spending quality time with each of them one-on-one. And that was delightful.
Hmmm. I’m remembering the Smoothers Brothers comedy duo from my past. Their whole schtick was sibling rivalry — “Mom loved you best!” Everyone laughed. We all understood. We all want to be loved “The Best.” Even, maybe especially, when we are Grumpy, Prickly, and sometimes downright Nasty.
It was several years into our marriage when I was finally able to 1) understand and 2) tell Kit that when I got Hurt/Angry and yelled “GO AWAY!” that I really wanted him to come and give me a gentle hug. What an incredible difference those “hugs” have made over the years! Touch, is definitely one of my Love Languages.
Thank You, God, for Your On-going Love of us! Your Love, like Mother Love, isn’t so much quantifiable as it is endless. And, thanks, too, God for bearing the Real Responsibility.