Life tends to have many bitter bits we must swallow. My Momma has always told me you have to taste the bitter to know how sweet the sweet really is. Translation for those that do not understand metaphor…you have to know miserable before you understand happiness. Or you have to know what true evil is before you can understand what true goodness is. I could do this all night, but I’ll spare you.
This last week has been very bitter. The first child has left the roost, standing on his own grit and making his own way. That is not a bad thing, but it sure does hurt and it doesn’t taste good with the initial gulp. Perhaps it is an acquired taste…children leaving their mommas and daddies? Like the title says, this week has tasted like earwax and honey. Terrible combination, I know.
Kind of like a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean. When would eating a booger flavored candy be considered magical treasure? Well, when Harry Potter is involved or as is my case, I get to see 18 years of dedication come to fruition. That would be the magical, sweet honey.
There are other bonuses also. I must look at the bright side. There are seven less sets of clothes to wash each week .Twenty-one less meals to make. Dozens of dishes that do not need washed. But what has surprised me the most is the whole experience has made me feel the need to move even closer to my husband. Is that normal? I don’t know, but I am always happy to be as close as skin to Quinton. He knows me better than any other and he has that look that he only shares with me that makes the world stop spinning for a heartbeat so I can catch my breath and taste the honey.
Peace, love and God’s will.