We are all experiencing such adversity and challenge and we worry constantly about how this is affecting our children no matter how old they are. There has been so much loss this year on so many different levels. Loss of life, loss of job, loss of home, the ability to buy food to eat, loss of security and feelings of safety, loss of contact in the way that the human condition thrives, and many of us wake up each day wondering “how does this end?“ And this year due to COVID, no Thanksgiving, no Hanukkah or Christmas in person. It’s a “ZOOMOLIDAY.”
I worry about my adult children in the different challenging situations that they are facing. I worry about my 12 year old granddaughter, Rosie, and wonder what emotional and physical challenges may manifest in the future related to the pandemic. I worry about my pregnant daughter, Olivia, who is a school counselor and COVID cases that are in her school, and her baby, my future granddaughter’s health, my daughter, Sarah, who is feeling deeply saddened by a broken relationship and the social distancing from our family and friends where hugs and connection are healing and that which she craves and longs for, especially now, and my beloved son, Matthew, who moved last week and placed us further away in proximity, and that is heartbreaking for both of us. I visited him and spent quality time with him every week. I am already crying as even more distance now prevails.
I worry. I cry. I pray. I meditate. I practice self care. And each day I get up, show up, stay connected to my loving family, friends, colleagues, and clients, and go to work. I live my life believing that God is in control and that these experiences are planned for us for reasons known only to Him. I trust Him. I have great faith that one day, in the coming years that we will all be reunited and truly appreciate all of what we have been blessed with…family.
Happy Thanksgiving however you are celebrating.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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