Seasons come and seasons go, we look forward to each
season with regret and happiness. We embrace the joys and challenges that each
season has to give, we grow.
I was with a group of teachers not too long ago and one of
them was so excited to live in an area, once again with seasons. She
anticipated the scents of cinnamon and pumpkin, shorter days and warm, cozy
fires warming her house. Awe, seasons. As with the yearly seasons, seasons of
life bring joys and challenges. For me, autumn joys are raking the leaves every
weekend in October, keeping the gutters clear for all the expected rain. Most
of all, warm foods like hearty soups and spice tea.
Presently, I have entered a new season, one I have watch
and supported others walk through as well.
I am a parent of grown children and aging parents. This season, like
others, seems to hold a new role for me as I am sandwiched between these
generations.
I am learning with my oldest son a new territory of
communicating I am more attentive to listen and offer feedback when he asks. Of
course, this learning is a result of a misunderstanding between us. I thought I
was stating my opinion of what I thought he should do; he thought I was telling
him to do something. Any who…. I’m learning a place of release, letting go of
the provider I have been, let him make money decisions and purchase that he
wants. I won’t be buying him shoes.
I’m learning to put
his needs and passions ahead of my mommy desires. Learning, to listen with my
heart, releasing him to find his way in this world to become.
In reflection, it is the same with my parents. I need to
listen to them for how they want to live out their remaining years. I am
releasing them to become more dependent on me; I am taking on the role as
caretaker. A release to have them
communicates to me how they will die. A release, so I can find my way without
them.
This season of letting go and hanging on will bring its
joys and challenges with a growth for becomingjayne.
