I've been kinda sad the last few weeks. As a matter of fact, a little tearful this a.m. If this blog was paper and ink, it would possibly be tear splattered. I guess it's good to cry sometimes. It reminds me that I am just a lowly human in a vast universe that does not revolve around me. I CAN NOT BE IN CONTROL OF ALL THINGS. There, I said it. Now, if I can just remember it...
My precious baby girl has moved. She is now in Sumter, S.C. I miss her. I want her here. Well, not exactly in my house but somewhere closer than Sumter. They say Sumter is a beautiful place. I don't think I have ever been there. I am planning to visit sometime soon. If Catherine reads this, her fist response will be, "Oh my Gosh, Mother". But those of you who are mothers understand my feelings. My own mother who, by the way, is the smartest woman in the whole wide world, keeps reminding me that kids move away all the time. Hmmm, wonder how she would have felt if I had moved to Sumter when I was 22. Oh, I really deep down don't blame her for wanting to move. Something new and exciting. I just miss her.
She isn't coming for Thanksgiving. I guess it really bothers me because I just think family should be together. She has her reasons and says she is coming the next week-end. But what about Thanksgiving? Oh well. I've heard several people mention that so and so wasn't coming for Thanksgiving. I guess this younger generation just doesn't feel like my generation does about tradition. I don't think they feel the same about a lot of things. And I have a long list but that's another blog.
I had all this on my mind yesterday afternoon when I had to go by and pick up something from a lady who's daughter was killed within this last year. A daughter the same age as my Liz. I felt so selfish just talking to her. Her daughter isn't coming home for Thanksgiving or the next week-end or Christmas or her birthday or Easter or.....ever. It really slapped me in the face. Of course I didn't mention this about my tiny, tiny disappointment, but I thought to myself, 'how foolish you are, Donna Logan. Get over it.' The whole time my friend was talking, I could see tears and pain and a deep sadness. Now, I do understand what it is like to lose a child but I think and know that every situation is so different. And hers is definitely tragic. Her pain is so much deeper than the sadness I feel. Mine doesn't even compare. Mine is insignificant.
God has seen fit to keep my precious children here on this earth. Not in my backyard but on this earth. So, I am thankful. I am thankful that they both have great heads on their shoulders. I am thankful that they both are trying so hard to live their lives to their greatest potential. I am so thankful that they see big things to reach for. I am so thankful that they both know that God is and will guide them through this journey.
So, I'm giving thanks. And in my thanks giving, I am amazed. Amazed at all I do have to be thankful for. Not just this week, but in every moment of every day. So, I'm drying up the tears and cooking a turkey....Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!
