This morning I woke up in an over-sized king bed (not mine) with a two-year old snuggled up on my right and a 4-year old snuggled up on my left. I was a little warm but was so caught up and entranced by the soft lines of their faces, the gentle breathing, the fact that these two little ones are connected to me through all time by blood, by my body, by the ongoing lives of my children and their children. We have made a tribe.
Last night we feasted with shrimp and tofu (a family favorite–lots of garlic and butter) with my other daughter and her six children. We told stories, caught up with each other, played games, ate good food and had such a wonderful time. My two oldest grandsons have become teenagers with deepening voices and inches taller than I am. Amazing.
I don’t know. I am counting my blessings today. I am in love today, grateful to have had a full week here being at times totally overwhelmed by the unaccustomed endless tasks of caring for small children, and at other times just . . . well, in love.
As much as I enjoy the quiet life we have created in our little house up north, I relish these times.
Sometimes when we come it feels like Milt is along on a duty call only. He has surprised me this trip. Last night he was so funny he had the boys laughing at his jokes and demeanor, and this morning he got Kaden off to school with a gentle hand and voice worthy of any good daddy or granddaddy.
Next, off to Rapid City to do workshops. On Saturday I’ll be working with people to help them craft a future that shines, and on Sunday I’ll be doing Family Constellation Work–helping people to find what shines within the family of origin. Ahh, the tribes we have created. Sometimes crazy, sometimes overwhelming, but always flowing hidden and deep like an underground river. It carries us along.
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