Life is short, but it’s wide
Today we brought T’s mom and 14 year old cousin to the airport and it was a day fraught with many complicated emotions. On one hand, so happy to have our house back after seven weeks of having company, on the other so sad to see particularly T’s mom go since she is getting older and we are acutely aware of time these days and how little of it we have. When I was walking to the security line with her, I said “time has flown by but I stick to the notion that life is short, but it’s wide” = she laughed and said exactly.
In the span of seven weeks she said she learned that I have a good nature and that I’m patient. I told her if she found those qualities in me it means that age has mellowed me. I do know the next time we are with the 14 year old that she will have undergone enormous changes and we will look back and laugh about some of the tenser moments this summer. She left me a dozen miniature pink roses and left my mom a very sweet card.
We are going through something this summer, some transition or rabbit hole and we don’t know what is on the other side. Last night, my brother and his family came over and we had a goodbye dinner, with a few neighbors and friends popping in here and there to say goodbye.
If you look at our faces would you see the sadness overlapping the happiness? Could you tell we are happy for the visit to be over but sad that they are leaving? In this photo, which we will use in our adoption book, do we look like the sort of people you would trust with your child? Will my mother be around to see my child? Will T’s mother know our child? What has happened in the span of seven weeks almost makes me stop breathing, and yet…
