
There’s a small child with us for the next few nights. Small child…..notsomuch any more. The Bug is all of 5 ½ now—and she’ll be the first to tell you so. She reminds grandad on a regular basis. He believes in tormenting her on a regular basis.
She’ll bring in the New Year with us. That just means lots of playing and mess making and lots of excuses not to hurry to clear up—it’ll just get messy again dontchaknow.
I’ve made it tradition for her to be here—wait til she’s thirteen and wants to party down with her little friends. Hahaha…..we’ll see if ‘tradition’ wins over THAT.
I’m blessed—really I am.
I’ve been able to see what a good, healthy marriage wears like.
I’ve been able to see and be a part of a grandchild’s life. It ain’t so bad being the Nana……
I’ve been able to put my feet up and really be at peace doing absolutely nothing.
And I’ve been able to come to know myself not as a ‘therapist’, a ‘mom’, a ‘sister’, a ‘co-worker’, a ‘supervisor’, a ‘manager’….list the roles we……*I* let become my identity, that I let define me.
I’ve come to know myself as a child of G-d…..and to really begin to see everyone on the planet as another child of G-d……sisters, brothers on the journey.
I’m glad we all get to take our own paths, learn our own lessons in our own time…..
And above all, I’m glad I’ve come to know the difference between ME and G-d.
WPIML used to ask me if I knew the difference between G-d and me.
And when I tried to give him an answer, he summed it up perfectly…….
“G-d doesn’t think He’s you.”
*laughing*
He was such a smartie pants…..





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