My Type A personality is doing well with the challenges put before me. I am managing them and my expectations with an appreciation of time/space continuum, priorities, and the desire to see assignments to their finish. Nothing has been pushed to the side that requires attention (so far) and all is quiet on the western front. I mention the western front as I quite literally reread the book (All Quiet on the Western Front) with my college senior, high school English, student teaching daughter.

Life fires on all cylinders. Relationships, at least those that matter, are extending in directions they weren’t yesterday and like a healthy stew are meaty, slow cooking and nourishing. Writing blooms like tea colored roses, filled with stunning beauty and aching thorns. Technology, slowly absorbed, is cold air filtering through cilia until warm enough to gain  entrance. Earlier I looked at WordPress themes with my blog embedded on them in trial. Yesterday, I thought this activity beyond my capability – reminding me of something my mom said when she was terminally ill: “What a difference a day makes.”

Mom when she was young and healthy.

My children amaze me. They have managed to do this for over 29 years. Building apps and inventions, excelling in work and at school, becoming the individuals they are meant to become. Some consider this commonplace, not so me. This powerful connection is almost impossible to explain. Beginning within, developing over a lifetime, with twists and turns of measure, and feelings the likes of which I’ve never before known. My children expanded (I don’t mean pregnancy) and continue to expand my very being. Close, loving, supportive relationships, however they manifest, are present day manna.

Not my best shot, but the 5 of us.