Saturday, December 15, 2012

Gifts



This Christmas is going to be a quiet one for me. There has been less shopping and minimal decorating. It's because this Christmas my children are going to be away.

On Monday, they fly off to spend the holidays with their Dad whom they have not seen in the last ten years. The time has come for them to close loop so they can begin to live in the answers that they have sought for so long. Uprooting our lives from Manila in 1999 was an upward climb. But, with gratitude, I will say that the last six years have been spent walking on the brighter side of life and experiencing the warmth and fullness of restoration within ourselves and as a family. I have also (finally) grown up as their mother. Most of my life was spent aiming and going for - anything - without being mindful of the risks these involved. (Picture me going at it with one child in front, one on each side and one carried on my back as I charged recklessly!) What did I know then but to hold them close no matter what, right? Alas, they inevitably picked up the pieces of my shortcomings too. It was painful to watch and painful period; digging ourselves out and finding our way back.

But, it looks like we have arrived.

I'm beginning to realize that there will be more of this as they take off one by one, which is part of having their own grown up lives. This is just the beginning. I say this in anticipation of the bittersweet changes to come, combined with heartfelt maternal pride.

I am tender all over. I just don't know where the time has gone! How was it possible to raise four well rounded, well balanced, young adults who know what life's about, are intelligent, articulate, hilarious, yet gentle, compassionate and true?

I am ever grateful for my four beautiful, live gifts from God and the grace that we have been showered with. Now, I get to watch them take their first steps once more. Only this time, towards each of their uniquely designed paths.

Still, we know this as our truth: Always, I am theirs. Always, they are mine.

It might as well be Christmas for the rest of my life.