I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
It's that time of year. The time of year we thoroughly enjoy or dread. Whatever the case, it's never too late to make changes to avoid the latter.
If you've been following my writings throughout this year, in particular, you know I've struggled with my children. This is not a secret, something I speak of very rarely. I have done quite a bit of work to accept the fact they are, in fact, adults. They have the right to choose their own path. Yet, being their Mom, the one and only, I will always try and try again.
I recently took someone special to meet my last living Grandparent. My Grandma Cecilia is a special kind of gal. She is a God-fearing woman, always praying for peace within our family. My own in particular has had a bumpy road. I believe we've been within the Top Five on her list. Call it a miracle, call it faith, her prayers have been answered in the most unusual way.
While visiting with my Grandmother with my special someone, I asked if she had heard from my daughters. She informed me that my youngest was back in town, living with my Mom. I'll be perfectly honest. My Mom and I have had a bumpy road. I have, more often than not, stayed away and built walls. Hearing that my youngest was living with my Mom was a shock to the system.
I hadn't talked to my Mom since after my birthday in May. I won't go into particulars yet I was trying to forgive and forget regarding the whereabouts of my children. It seemed as if everyone knew but me. I needed the time to heal and let go. I learned to accept, let go and release the pain associated with this situation and others.
Knowing my daughter was living with my mother caused a stirring within. This child, my baby, was more than likely sleeping in my childhood bedroom. I had to know, I wanted to know. What would I say, how would she react? Most important, would my Mother open the door and allow me in?
I went for it. I stopped by, no one was home. I got busy, went to the movies and all the while, I kept thinking of my daughter. After the movie, I went for it once again. I drove past, the light was on. I knew someone was home. My heart was pounding like crazy.
I walked into the back porch, knocked on the door. My Mom answered. "I want to see my daughter", I exclaimed. "She's not home Laurie", Mom replied. After insisting another two times, I finally realized my daughter, in fact, wasn't there. I walked into the house, and said, "When will she be back? I want to see her. It's been over a year, it's time."
I have to admit, it was a bit awkward. Neither knew how the other would react. Would she ask me to go, would she allow me to stay? I would soon find out.
I was allowed to stay and wait. We sat on the couch, talked and I told my Mom I was done. I was tired and ready to let go and move forward. We talked, she explained her end, I explained mine. We cleared the air and had a great visit. I felt, for the first time in years, that I was at home.
Around midnight, we heard keys being used in the back door. "Is that her", I asked. "I'm sure it is", Mom stated.
Mom walked into the kitchen. I waited in the living room. My daughter spoke, my mom informed her she had a visitor. I stepped into the kitchen and my daughter turned to look at me. Her mouth dropped open. She muttered certain words, turned and ran out the door. I followed, as did my Mom. She kept walking, dissapearing around the corner. I followed slowly behind, noticing her on her cell phone. I walked back to the house, into the back door. The phone rang and my Mom answered. It was my sister, informing my Mom that my daughter would be staying with her for the night.
Although I speak very little of religion and faith in general, this is my thought. If my daughter hadn't moved in with my Mother, I wouldn't have stopped by. I would have continued this path, walking alone, building walls, wearing myself out.
This story is an answered prayer, a holiday miracle. My mom and I are going to play Bingo tomorrow and I CAN'T WAIT!!!
God does work in mysterious ways.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Feliz Navidad, Happy Kawanzaa, Joyeux Noel and Happy Holidays to the rest.