It's so odd to rear up these children who then begin to surpass you as they go along. I'm finding now with both Anabel and Jude, that our relationships are morphing into something brand new and unexpected. They are my children still, needing the guidance and unconditional love that one would expect, but they're also becoming these new creations who are in a strange sort of way, my friends now, too. I always knew that they'd both push way past me in a physical height sense (their birth weights were 10-7 and 9-0 respectively), but I failed to foresee this element of their development. They have real insight to offer me, as I journey my way through life.
Jude's diplomatic opening led the way for me to be able to accept what he had to say to me, which was - I'm afraid to confess - that I've been distracted and irritable with him of late. He's probably right, too. Now that the kids are back in school after the Christmas holidays, I've locked into drill sergeant task mode as I try to dissemble some of the aftermath resulting from six people spending two weeks together, mostly indoors. To my extreme discredit, I get this way when I'm focused on a task that feels daunting. I lose sight of relationship and I begin, disconcertingly for everyone involved, to closely resemble Genghis Khan during one of his military campaigns. My son's gentle rebuke was just what I needed to hear. Out of the mouths of babes.