Mother's Day
As I enter this new week ahead, I am forced to confront many huge feelings I have shoved behind closets and pantries and attics in my mind. My daughter, the one person who I have lived with longer than anyone, apart from my parents, is graduating from high school. For me, Motherhood has consisted of a consistent track full of Worry Obstacles. Anyone who knows me at all knows that worry has been my affliction in this life. My mother's mother was the same. Perhaps it's genetic. Maybe it is a combination of my childhood and location and personality. I have spent the past 17 years of my life in a constant state of worry. Because of this, I have had to teach myself how to be intentional with my time and presence. I have had to force joy. I have had to stop myself countless times only to say, "This. This is a GOOD thing." I've had to condition myself to notice the good. Condition is a funny word. I've conditioned myself for as long as I can remember, and it still d...