My youngest started high school today.
My center son turned 19 last week.
My eldest showed up for himself in a really big way this week.
I’m watching all of this unfold and I’m just in awe, really.
I’m not sure how any of this has happened.
My boys are such a gift.
I begin with my blessings and the first thing that comes to mind is that, because of the good fortune of the geographical location of my birth, my children have opportunities that are denied to other women’s equally deserved children.
Truly, my boys have never missed supper a day of their lives. And, unless something really extraordinary happens and they really screw things up, that endless supper thing is a lifetime gift.
In other words, they have had the good fortune of education, and as they finish school and go to work, they will be able to put their own supper on the table.
Supper on the table is such a gift.
Because supper is taken care of, and because education is taken care of, and because a warm place to sleep is taken care of, I get to focus on other things.
Like my craft.
I get to write for Beautiful You. I get to listen to Beautiful You. We get to create our lives together.
My craft is such a gift.
And, as I grow in my craft, I’m reminded to stay humble about where any of this vision and grace comes from anyway.
Because of that endless supper thing, and that education thing, and that craft thing, and — by the way, that 25 years of uninterrupted sobriety, thing — I get to grow along spiritual lines.
In other words, I can spend time and energy thinking deeply about what it even means to have a spiritual condition.
My faith is such a gift.
It’s all a gift.
It’s truly all a complete gift.
But we forget that sometimes.
We can be here to remind each other.
Today it’s my time to remind you.
Tomorrow I might need the same back from Beautiful You.
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