Megan was with me and I hadn’t even remembered the date. The picture sent was myself and two friends posed in front of a Christmas tree at Bachmans, hours after they showed up for me on the court date of my divorce. I would have been alone, Robb’s presence in court wasn’t necessary, and he lived out of state, so they came. The most painful days had come before and we had planned a fun day, a celebration of legal closure and all my memories of that day are warm.
3years. Short and long. It’s feels so long ago we both exclaim our surprise that the date would have passed us by, and a flurry of texts between my kids comes though.
“Three years ago our parents got divorced. 😚✌️
Happy divorce day mom xx
Happy divorce day!!”
We laugh at our forgetfulness and the mock congratulations and continue our journey, but our weekend of processing begins.
I’m not sure when it will end really…
Our past informs our present and our future, but we get to decide what we learn from it.
“If you are not anchored in the goodness of God you will lower your theology to match your pain. The goodness of God will never be subjected to my pain. In fact, the only way to heal from pain is to subject my pain to the goodness of God.”
-Christa Black Gifford
We tell our stories, ask our questions, ponder our shared life, memories and pain. Time has faded some hurts and brought new ones, but we press on, so very thankful to have each other, here, present.
I have no answers, know nothing, but the goodness of God.
Now our present joyful realities inform our past, and each year brings new awareness of memories and stories, sheds new light and understanding on our family story. We each add our perspectives to the narrative in the passing of time.
Three years later and three different women pose in front of a Christmas tree. This three used to share a last name but now, all are different. We are different and yet the same. We each have a new future before us, each exactly where we want to be, and we are family.
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