My family and I seem to be in a moment of flux where we all have one foot firmly planted in what has been and the other moving toward what will be. For us, that is nothing new, rather just our norm. We were born under a wandering star. My husband and I both loved to travel moving to new places herding our children along while we fulfilled our dreams. Now, they, too, have the need to wander.
For me, my foot forward is the move to Alaska and the days of living in the lower 48 are dwindling down. The clock ticks forward second by second toward the time when the plane will rise to the skies and head north by northwest. Emotions run rampant and the body is reacting to all the abuse piled on it this past week. However, in the space of seven more days, all will be calm once again and the new norm will be in place.
For my eldest son, Cliff, and his family, they are firmly planted physically in their home surrounded by all that is familiar and safe. All the while, their minds are busy planning and preparing for a future in various locations in Africa to which they are called. Having a calling is both a pleasure and a problem. The pleasure comes from doing what is asked of you; yet, there is the pain of forsaking what you have spent a lifetime and marriage building.
For my second son, Nicholas, he awakens each morning to a new sobriety and new reckonings of his past actions along side the rebuilding of a future that can be. Dealing with one’s demons, opening up all the pain stored inside revealing and diminishing its importance is grueling work. Walking away from the shards of the past is necessary before a new foundation for the future can be laid.
For my daughter, Alicia, her life is taking a major, although expected, turn. She is nearly three months pregnant and this long desired baby is already affecting her life as well as the daddy’s. Once one is a parent there is no turning back. You can’t resign from parenthood. She and her husband have had the luxury of time to form a good, strong marriage to which this child is welcomed. They are ready for this next step in building upon the foundation of their marriage to form a family. If it were possible, I would arrange for a parade complete with marching bands, pram displays, and thousands of balloons to celebrate the happiness of this occasion. Unfortunately, we will all have to settle for abundant hugs and ear-to-ear smiles.
In the midst of all this chaos in which my family finds itself right now, there is a peace and serenity that says its all good and the tumult of today will bring the results we, each in our own way, are seeking. With a little luck and a lot of planning, we will each have our happy ending. I’m a sucker for a happy ending, always have been, always will be. Heraclitus of Ephesus (535 BC – 475 BC), a Greek philosopher, told us, “The only thing that is constant is change.