|Elizabeth, Trent, and children, 2013|
I realized this week that it feels like I've been starting to move beyond that place. All of the events of this past year, all of the things we went through that concluded with Trent's death have a consistent sense of moving further into the past as we encounter each new day.
The days are passing more quickly, and there is a definite pattern to our days. We are getting a new 'rhythm' -- that pace and flow of daily life. I have had to make many adjustments to my old rhythm. I have to pace myself differently than before. Some of those adjustments are temporary, and some are more permanent. The kids are learning this new 1-parent household has to have some different rhythms from the simple fact that mom is only one person, and she has her limitations.
Most of the things that have needed relatively-immediate attention have been taken care of, and the remaining layers of details have a less pressing nature about them. It is a good thing.
|Sometimes we need a vacation |
from a vacation, and that's OK.
really don't have a lot of energy to 'go and do' a bunch of things. I have a few ideas for trying to balance my kids' desires to be actively 'doing' things and my own desire for calm and rest. I'm working on that - even if it is slowly.
The past few weeks, I am hearing the kids talk about their dad more. It is all part of the cycles of grief. My youngest wanted to take something very special to school for Show and Tell. Trent and I had picked out custom music boxes for the kids as a gift from him to keep forever, and Jonathan wanted to show his class. I was hesitant to let it go to school because I know it would be terrible heartbreak if something happened to it, but I heard it once - and then twice - and then a third time. When I said he could show his class, but that I would bring it and give it to his teacher, he talked about it every day until the appointed day arrived. This was a big thing to him. I'm glad we were able to work it out. He had a great sense of satisfaction afterward. Somehow, that fit into his grieving process, and it was a good thing for him.
There have been several necessary discussions with the kids lately about focusing on the good things in life. I shared with them how God had impressed on my heart last year when this all began that I needed to look for the blessings. I believe heeding that prompting made all the difference in this last year. I don't want it to seem that I am denying that things were tough -- they were, indeed; but I don't want to dwell on the difficulties. I want my children to learn to focus on the good. We, of course, have talked about the things that people have done for us and the ways that God provided for us. It was needed to talk about those things again, and so we did. We are making it a regular practice now to purposely discuss the blessings of the day.
I am thankful for God's consistent presence and comfort. I am thankful for the new rhythms in life. Each new day is an opportunity to acknowledge God in our lives - and opportunity to seek His direction, to obey His leading, to honor Him with our lives, and to see His faithfulness and goodness. I want to be purposeful in doing those things.
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