Just as I was just beginning to discover a new sense of self – around me..the pieces of my pretty picture began to unravel. No one could have forewarned..nothing could have adequately prepared me for the challenge of parenting a child through a tumultuous adolescence. A one out of my three– struggling. Gasping and grasping for air and space…stumbing and falling...seeking and searching…picking himself up time after time..only to flail and fail again.
Beyond any of my control – all I could offer was my presence and unwavering support. I could do nothing other than stand by and watch....and believe that- like so many other things - this too might someday pass.
It was dark. It was scary. My days were filled with endless worry. My nights were filled with fear...laced with just an ounce of impossible hope. Hope - that we all might rise once and again to see that morning light.
Terrified to let go..to exhale…to release – I dared not breathe.
But - I returned. Time after time and day after day - to my magical metaphorical mat. It became my safe harbor in stormy seas. It was where I found ground..and where I found center...where I found the courage and strength to just sit in that discomfort and be.
I was reminded to simply breathe. To inhale and then exhale. To show up. To begin each and every new day again. To surrender....to trust....to believe in the power of this moment and the process.
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