Change

How do you cope with change? Ultimately, it happens. As humans, transition is a stressful process. From the time we are babies to the day we finish this life. But, it happens whether we like it or not. And, sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes it leaves holes in our psyche wider than the Grand Canyon and we are left to decipher how it is that we navigate through life with such caveats.

Today, I had to help the Offspring understand another of those uninvited chasms.
"But why Mom?" was what they ask me over and over. "What did we do?" again, I had no answers. Most poignantly, "This hurts my heart Mom."

Yeah, it does. But, we hug, we talk, we heal, and time just moves on. Last summer MisAdventure accepted a change that she wasn't prepared for. The results are, for the most part, favorable. Portions of the outcome, we are determined to mend, to make whole again. And, we will.

Others, are decidedly left to the water below. Today, we re-focus. That which is downstream will continue to the ocean and is no more. Lesson learned.

The vigilante standing across the chasm, well, it's time to throw over a rope and give it our best. She isn't in the water yet and we've found an engineer for that bridge. Several in fact. One wanted to be a backhoe when she was little.(Can we fix it?!) That should do nicely.

The other is poetic on his feet, just a little sparky....Yeah, Sparky or maybe Twinkle Toes.....I've assured our little G.Q. that we won't encourage him. We promise, we won't. No, really, we won't. But you have to admit his dance in the parking lot was, well, so unexpected. I mean, who knew? I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Perhaps a shift in perspective is what this bridge builder needed.