Because of our busy schedules, we rarely see each other. This boy child who has become a man in such a short time – my only living child, my son.
Yet each time we are together, the emotional bond feels as strong as if we had never experienced a separation. We sit in the living room, watching the news or a rerun of Blue Bloods. We switch to ESPN and cheer for the Jayhawks.
A certain joy exists when the child becomes an adult and the two of us can share the same space without the hormonal conflicts of a male teenager and a menopausal woman.
This peace indeed is a palpable blessing.
When I visit my mother in assisted living, we share the same bond. Though the roles are reversed and I am now the child – still we find a peaceful coexistence in the moment.
We watch television or not. We read or not. We sit silently without conflict, knowing that just being together is precious.
Until I sat with my child, I did not realize the pure treasure of sitting with a loved one.
No need for conversation. No stress to finish a chore. No desire to fix a meal or hurry anywhere.
Just the quiet assurance that we are together. Each of us knows a time will come when we cannot share such a physical space.
A sacred communion. An extraordinary gifting.
On either side of this juncture, I cherish the bond. Knowing my child will one day leave, certain my mother will graduate to heaven.
And I will be left – to savor this fragile breath we have shared and find hope that in the future – we will sit together again.
©2015 RJ Thesman – author of the Reverend G books – http://amzn.to/1rXlCyh