I’m sitting in the backseat of my car.
Journals and books are spread out next to me....
I have ample room to stretch and time to write.
My sons are in the front. Aaron is driving, Noah is next to him.
For many years I was in the driver’s seat, they were in the back.
Now they’re driving me!
They’re chatting about sports, sharing the latest baseball news….
What will sports be like without fans? Better than nothing, they both agree.
This is time out of time.
Here we are. In the midst of COVID-19.
Aaron is on his way back to Boston after an especially delightful week at home.
The added gift was celebrating Aaron’s birthday with him!
It’s not easy to let him go.
It’s been six months since we were together last-pre COVID days.
I’m doing my best to stay present,
to breathe long and slow and trust that we’ll be together again soon.
There’s plenty to keep me right in the present moment!
“Would you please slow down a bit?” I ask.
“Mom, don’t be a backseat driver! We’ve got this!” says Aaron.
Mom in the backseat.
Some moments are easier than others.
It’s a whole new world back here!
Where my trust lands is in love.
Because it’s real.
The love between mother and sons, the love between brothers.
The love that brings laughter and smiles, honesty and forgiveness.
The love that brings vulnerability
and tears of gratitude for this moment,
for this journey….