A member told me a few days ago that she visited her mom in Tennessee for the holidays and went to a Weight Watcher meeting there as her mom’s a member. Of course I gave her a bravo for doing that and asked how the meeting was.
“My mom loves her leader and I see why. But she’s a comma where you’re an exclamation point.” The room laughed and I smiled and we moved on with other inspirations.
Today my son went back home. The irony of that statement is that prior to visit, we both spoke of him coming home for the holidays. And it became clearer to him as well as us (his parents) that his home is not with us. This is part of raising kids. It’s such a joy and a privilege to give them their first home. But it’s just that. Their first home. And it’s with simultaneous emotions of love, pride and joy and sadness and awakening, and a bit too much “adulting” comes the realization that OUR home – although he KNOWS he’ll always have a place in it – is not HIS home.
So today, as I pray for his safe travels and smile as I enjoyed seeing him and am totally proud of the man he’s become, I have no exclamation points.