Thursday’s Children – August 15, 2013: Inspired by Finding a Way Home



Thursday’s Children – August 15, 2013

Inspired by Finding a Way Home

There has been so much rain here in Georgia this summer. I believe it’s because they keep cutting down trees and Mother Earth is crying. I know that sounds fanciful, but I still think that.

I’ve been crying this summer, too. I miss Mom every day. I know she’s here. I know as I can feel her with me. And, I miss her.

Everyone says that it becomes easier with time. I believe them. And, it doesn’t make it any less hard, but it’s nice to have hope.

She still sends us hearts in all shapes and sizes, and it makes us smile.

According to my religious tradition, my father and I went to services every Friday for the first four Fridays after Mom died to pray. On the back of one of the pamphlets the ushers handed us in those weeks was the phrase:

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

I love that saying. It’s beautiful and feels perfect for this far too long summer that I have spent crying for different reasons.

Mom was a seamstress. She had 3 different sewing machines. All of which my father tried to convince me to take home after she died. I don’t sew unless I have to. My sewing kit is from the dollar store and can fit in my purse. Mom’s sewing kit is an enormous box laden with everything a good seamstress needed.

I finally gave in (with a groan) and said I would take home one of her sewing machines, after my daughter told me that my mother had begun to teach her to sew on that one specific machine.

I was at such a loss at the end of May, because we had to leave the kids’ old elementary school. I knew their old school wasn’t right for them, but I didn’t know any other option. Until July, for it was then that we found MIS – Midtown International School – a perfect fit for the kids (and for me, I’m their new children’s librarian!).

My children had a playdate with the new friends they had made from their new school. As the mom (who happens to be the director of the school) was showing me their downstairs, I saw the phrase in script:

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

Sitting on a table, a few feet from the phrase in script was a sewing machine – the same kind as the one my mom had been teaching my daughter on.

I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe we are finding our way home.
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