Mama, Trust Your Gut

I’m about to write the most important blog post that I have written, to date. I feel like it is my responsibility as a mother to relay this information.  Bottom line, if the writing of this post helps just one child stay safe then my blogging has fit every purpose I could ever hope for and I would feel forever grateful.

Mamas, when it comes to the people who come in contact with your children, listen to your gut instincts like you have never listened to them before.  Trust that roar that you hear from your inner “mama bear”.  Trust that feeling that flinches hard in your stomach around certain people who are a part of your children’s lives.  It is telling you something very important.  Listen to it.  No one knows about your child, cares about your child, loves your child, and is more attuned to your child and his or her safety, than you.  No one.  Nature has designed it that way.  I was walking our dogs the other day, past a pond where a mother duck and her ducklings were sunning themselves on the shore.  Out of nowhere, that mama duck puffed out her chest and spanned her wings to a size that I didn’t know that ducks were capable of being.  She blew up like a hot air balloon and ran towards us in such a fearsome manner, that I’m not sure who was more frightened, me or my large dogs.  Be that mama duck.  Listen to your instincts and take no chances.

I have four almost-grown children.  Their ages span from almost 15 to 22.  Like all kids these days, they have always been very busy with school events and lots of extracurricular activities throughout their childhoods.  Two of my children, just in my one little family’s experience, had coaches who ended up being child molesters.  One man went to jail.  The other man committed suicide before his case went to trial.  We are very fortunate that our children were not harmed, but others weren’t so fortunate.  I know far too many adults, women AND men, who were subjected to sexual abuse in one form or another when they were kids.  They carry scars that they will have with them for life.  Thankfully, more and more attention is being brought to this matter. The attention needs to be there.  It is a very real and devastating problem.

At least ten years ago is when my family was introduced to the first sexual offender (that I know of) in our children’s lives.  He was my son’s travel soccer coach.  He was charismatic, handsome, and married with a child.  Tactically and skills-wise, he arguably was the best coach in soccer that my son may have ever had to teach him soccer skills.  He was very involved in his church.  Everyone was impressed with him.  He worked at this prestigious soccer club part-time.  His full-time job was teaching for the local school district where he got high accolades, as well.  Nevertheless, that flinching in my gut that I was talking about, that happens quickly and fiercely, started almost immediately after meeting this coach.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.  He was too slick.  He was too nice.  Sometimes he offered up car rides to the kids that would have been a little bit far out of his way.  During events like family picnics and travel meetings, he seemed a little too interested in spending time with the kids versus time with the adults.  The coach was very strict and controlling, often flaunting his authority over the kids and the team in front of everyone.  One time, when I sheepishly brought up my concerns at lunch with my fellow soccer moms, my instincts were put to doubt.  He worked for a school and a soccer club; clearly, he would have had to pass background checks.  He was married with a child of his own.  He was flirtatious with us grown soccer moms.  I felt embarrassed for even bringing up my concerns.  What a horrible thing to think about someone!  I felt ashamed, but that gut wrenching feeling still nagged at me.

All of the information and statistics about childhood sexual abuse wasn’t as prevalent back then.  I remember checking out one of the few books in the library on the subject matter of child molesters.  I contacted the author with my concerns about this coach.  Unfortunately, I can’t remember the name of the book or the author, because she was so kind and helpful.  She told me that I should absolutely trust my instincts and that at that point, my only recourse was to be as protective of my child as I could be.  She told me the horrifying statistics that child molesters will abuse 200-400 children before they are ever caught and the chances of them ever getting caught are dismal.  Only about one out of ten cases of childhood sexual abuse is ever reported to the authorities.

I was intensely protective of my son.  I never let him be alone with the coach.  My husband and I talked a lot to all of our children about protecting their personal space, that no one should be interested in their private parts and made sure that they were educated about sex in an age appropriate manner.  I recently read a quote from a sexual predator who said something to the effect of “show him a kid who doesn’t have any real knowledge about sexual matters and he’ll show you his next victim.”  Thankfully, my son was never harmed and for a while, a part of me wondered if I had been an alarmist, but I still felt better being safe than sorry.

Two years later, my husband and I almost fell off the couch when we saw this coach’s mugshot on the evening news.  He had been convicted of molesting at least one of his students.  He had worked at other school districts and other soccer clubs previously to being employed by ours. Chances were high that this wasn’t his first and only victim.

By the time my other son was exposed to a child molester, the signs were obvious to me.  This particular man was a classic groomer.  He was a prominent man in the community, owning his own law firm.  He was a father and a grandfather and a very charitable man.  He volunteered extensively throughout the years for local baseball and basketball teams.  He often treated the teams to expensive dinners and even bought some of the boys expensive shoes and gym memberships.  Again, my inner mama radar was pinging at a frantic pace.  It didn’t make sense that an older man without any real connections to my son’s team should be so invested and interested in these boys.  Again, I was very protective, making sure that my son would never be alone with this man.  I made sure that this man realized that I was a very involved parent; an attuned mother to my son.  I watched how he interacted with the boys intently and I think that he knew that I had my watchful eyes on him.  My son was unharmed, but at least one of his teammates was allegedly traumatically victimized.  That man killed himself before the trial.

I’m not going to use this blog to explain predator’s grooming tactics, or to emphasize the fact that most children know their perpetrators very well, or that there are certain traits child sexual predators look for in children that make them more of a target than other children.  Thankfully, there is so much good information out there now, at just the click of your computer’s mouse.  Use this information to educate yourself on what to look for, to better understand child molesters and how they operate. Please get educated on this very real and prevalent problem.  Our family’s experiences show just how common this scenario really is for our children.  Most important, all mothers, don’t ever, ever dismiss your inner gut reaction when it comes to protecting your children.  Trust that reaction like nothing you have ever trusted before.  Your children’s well-being and safety depends on it.

Embrace the Mess

I’m a “messy desk” person. I’m one of those kids that had their desks turned upside down more than once.  Turns out I’m in good company.  Albert Einstein, Mark Twain, Steve Jobs and Thomas Edison were all “messy deskers.”  I recently cut out a picture of Karl Lagerfeld, the famous former creative director of both Chanel and Fendi, sitting at his very messy desk.  In the photograph, it looks like he is about to be buried in a mountain of papers, magazines and pens, with him barely noticing the catastrophe at hand.  I can relate.

Einstein said, “If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, then what are we to think of an empty desk?”

A recent study at the University of Minnesota found that creative geniuses work better in chaotic work spaces.  They found in a study comparing “messy deskers” to “neat deskers”, that the messier participants came up with far more interesting and creative ideas than the neater participants when judged by an impartial panel of judges.  The study came to the conclusion that the neater desk people tended to be better “rule followers”, whereas messier people are more likely to take more risks and to try new things.

This makes me feel good.  Today’s world seems to definitely lean towards “Apple Store kind of living.”  Minimalist is the modern theme for rooms, stores, computer homepages, you name it.  This stinks for girls like me who love clutter and trinkets.  I’m with Iris Apfel on this one.  She says:

“More is more.  Less is a bore.”

Now of course, I am smart enough to know that “facts” and “statistics” are easily skewed to one’s particular point of view.  If I were a “Tidy Tammy”, I’m sure that I could write an equally compelling article as to why I am so much better for being neat and orderly and efficient.  That’s what is so great about perspective.  It is easily skewed.  So, I’m going to stick with my perspective that my messy desk points to me being an absolute creative genius.  It will help make my Monday more bearable, as I look for my coffee cup under my piles of folders and tablets.

Tarzan and Jane

I’m headed out on an adventure with my husband and our two youngest children in a few minutes.  We are going to do one of those “obstacle courses in the sky.”  We’re going all Swiss Family Robinson.  I thought it seemed like a great idea when I saw the Groupon special.  It seemed like a wholesome, inexpensive way to spend some quality family time together. Plus, I didn’t have to commit to doing it right away.  It was something to schedule and do for the future, but made me popular with my kids right in the moment.  However, after filling out the pages and pages of waiver releases yesterday, and signing my life and the lives of my family away, I started to wonder if perhaps, I had been a bit impulsive (and a tad cheap) that day when I was perusing Groupon deals.

Yesterday, I went to the website of the place we are headed to and I took a closer look at the pictures.  We have been zip-lining before, but this place appears to take zip-lining to a whole new level.  Think American Ninja Warrior.  Ugh.  I like the idea of a “ride”, but not the idea of actually doing major physical exertion.  The worst part of all of this is that the rest of my family are highly competitive.  It won’t be enough to attempt the obstacles.  They will be hell-bent on us “killing it.”  They will want us to complete the obstacles in record time and in excellent form.  What was I thinking??

It appears that we do wear helmets and harnesses as we play on the “jungle gym in the sky.” Fingerless gloves are optional, but recommended.  I’m starting to think that maybe I’ll just decide to be the photographer on this excursion, even though I’m terrible at taking pictures.  I’m starting to think that we may need a “historian on the ground.”

Deep breaths.  Deep breaths.  I’m going to end this post with a quote I found in my notebook and once again, I can’t find who wrote it or where I found the writing.  Hopefully these won’t be the last words I ever type on my blog.

“The trick is knowing when to fight on and when to bail out.  A good general rule: when it causes more harm than good, it’s time to leave it.”

I’ll be taking this advice to heart today.

 

Wake Up Call

Yesterday, I had a very strange, surreal experience.  It makes me uncomfortable to admit it to myself and even more so, to admit it, out loud, on my blog.  I came to realize how sickeningly addicted I am to my tech and my need for instant gratification.  It all happened in a span of about 20 minutes yesterday morning.

I had finished up writing my blog and so I started perusing the internet for “funnies.”  I came across a couple of YouTube videos that I thought were hilarious and particularly apropos for two different groups of friends with whom I text with on almost a daily basis.  So I shared the videos with my girlfriend groups and then I sent a family hashtag chat text (see previous blogpost) expressing my love out to my immediate family.  I sat back smugly, waiting to hear the “text chime” on my phone and to read the breezy banter that was sure to come.  I was in a giddy Friday mood and I was up for cyber fun!  About 5 minutes after I sent the texts, I started getting nervous because there were no responses.  Is my phone broken?  Is the Wi-fi not working?  Maybe the videos are streaming slowly?  About 10 minutes after I sent the texts with no responses, I started getting paranoid.  Did I offend my dear friends with “in poor taste” video selections?  Was there a major catastrophe that I’m not aware of happening in this very instant?  Are my family members dead?  After 15 minutes, I started going insane.  Maybe, I’m dead.  Did I die?  Am I going to be floating over my body any minute?  Am I going to be like Bruce Willis’ character in the movie, The Sixth Sense?  I put a mirror under my nose.

Right around the 20 minute mark, everyone started texting me back.  The chime was going off every few seconds.   My husband even texted that he had made reservations for the evening at a hip, new restaurant. Right before that, though, I felt like life had stopped.  I felt like my life had hit an uncomfortable pause button and the anxiety I felt almost had me shaking.  Wow.  What a self-awareness moment for me!  Scary!  Why should I think that everyone should drop whatever they are doing right in that very moment to text me or even just “like” an unsolicited video that I texted?  Why should my adult/almost adult kids feel like they have to reassure their mother that they are still alive just because they aren’t sitting on the couch with me?  Really.  I have friends who toured Europe as young college students before the days of cell phones and somehow their parents managed to live in faith, knowing that their daughters were doing great and enjoying life, exploring the world, wherever in the world they may have been.  So, I guess the moral of the story is that I need to hone in my expectations, pull back my self-absorbed tendencies, and put a halt to my dependence on constant contact and feedback.  I’m 47-years old.  I have spent much more of my life without a cell phone attached to my hand than I have, with one.  This was truly a fascinating exercise in self-awareness.  Now, I’m going to go text my good, supportive friend about this epiphanic “wake up” call and she had better get right back to me with some feedback or at the very least, a “like”.

The Golden Child

I think that we could break down the days of the week into different roles of a dysfunctional family.  Here goes . . .  Meet the The Weekly Family:

Saturday – The Family Clown.  The Good Times Guy.  The Party Person.

Sunday – The Saintly Child with a Tinge of Melancholia.

Monday – The Bad Seed.  The Ornery Brat from Hell.  The Total PITA with Personality Disorders Galore.

Tuesday – The Hard Worker.  The Do-er.  The One You Go to When You Need to Get Things Done.  The One Who Organizes Family Reunions and Does All of the Clean-Up Afterwards.  The Martyr.

Wednesday – The Ignored Middle Child.  The Red-Headed Step-Child.

Thursday – The Drama Queen.  The One Living on the Edge. . . .

Living on the edge of what, you ask?  Well, on the edge of Friday, of course!!!

Friday!!! – Everyone’s Favorite!  The Golden Child!!  The Reason for the Rest of The Weekly Family’s existence!!!

Happy Friday, my friends!!!!  Today we are all Friday kids!!!  Today, you are Mom’s Favorite!!

I’m in a looney mood today, obviously.  Friday brings it out in me.  So, I’m going to try something different with my three favorites on Favorite Things Friday.  (New readers, I typically go “all practical” on Fridays and stay on the surface by listing three things/tips/songs/products/books, etc. that I like and recommend to my beloved readers.  Please see all previous Friday posts for ideas.)  That being said, this Friday is different.  Being an animal/nature lover, I have decided to start a virtual farm.  I have added three amazingly cool and heart-achingly cute animals to my virtual farm.  I will tell you a little about my beautiful additions to my Favorite Things Friday farm, but I will require you to go on a virtual scavenger hunt to look them up for yourselves.  No links are being added.  Trust me, I don’t make any money on this blog, but the value I get from being connected to you, my beloved readers, is PRICELESS!

Welcome to the F-T-F Ranch (although none of these animals are getting branded or sold to slaughterhouses; they are totally free-range).  Meet my beautiful animals:

Valais Blacknose Sheep – I have a whole herd of cuteness with these babies on my virtual farm!  I can’t get enough of these precious sheep.  They are the perfect mix of ebony and ivory.  Stevie Wonder would agree. They originated in Switzerland.  I think everything in Switzerland must be cute.  These sheep are good on mountains and really good on the eyes.  Look them up for your fill of overall, amazing every-day cuteness.

Narwhals –  All girls love unicorns, but we have to understand that unicorns aren’t really real.  However, these adorable whales that look like “under-water unicorns” and live in the arctic waters on my virtual farm, are really real.  They are in the same family as Beluga whales and can live up to 50 years.  That 4-10 feet long horn that they swim around with is actually a tooth!  There are only about 75,000 narwhals left in existence, so I’m very fortunate to have some swimming around the F-T-F Ranch.

Long-Tailed Tit Bird – These little birds are sometimes called “flying lollipops.”  I kid you not!  Talk about Cute with a Capital “C”!  Oh, my gosh!  I have flocks of these precious tit birds flying around my virtual farm.  These “Darling Dum-dums” (I came up with that nickname, I like it better than “tit bird”) are commonly found flying the friendly  European and Asian skies.  These are teeny, tiny featherballs and they are just so precious to look at and delight in.

Okay, so please tell me what other creatures (preferably incredibly cute) that I should add to my virtual farm.  I highly recommend starting your own virtual farm/ranch.  They are very easy to maintain and are pretty cheap to run.  The enjoyment you get learning about your virtual animals and being able to view their pictures and action videos will make you so grateful and in awe of our Maker and Mother Nature.  I promise you.

I leave you with this quote.  Have a wonderful weekend, my dear Friday friends!  Don’t be afraid to let your inner child out for some fun.

“There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child.   There are seven million.” – Walt Streightiff

Opposite Sides of the Coin

For some reason, I got to thinking about extremes.  There are certain things in life that really create a visceral reaction in most people, more than other things. These are things that you either “love ’em or you hate ’em”, and there is very little in-between.  Brussel sprouts, roller coasters, scary movies, cilantro, social media, sushi, spicy peppers, pungent cheese, air travel, lamb chops, the color orange, going to the dentist, pit bulls, The Yankees, The Patriots, and okay, even my Steelers, are all things that come to my mind when doing a quick inventory in my head of things that create an emotional charge, in people and in life.  There are many more things that would fit into the extreme category.  With the way of the world and the news these days, it would seem that we all fit into extreme categories.  But in reality, in the way of most things, most of us are not extremely one way or another way.  Most of us fit into the middle ground.  We might have a few pet projects, pet interests, and pet peeves that bring out our most extreme emotions and reactions, but for the most part, people are pretty even-keel.

I started thinking to myself, “Would it be better to be an extreme person that everyone notices and reacts to in a very visceral way, or would it be better to be a Nice Nancy that never offends anybody?”  I think that it’s just best to be myself and to let others be the same.  The extreme people and things in life, make it all very interesting.  These extremes spice things up, evoking strong, stirring emotions that make us feel very alive and charged.  Thankfully, the moderate calming things and people in life, keep us balanced, when we need to let the adrenaline levels drop down to a cool simmer.  One way is not necessarily better than another, but both are very important parts of our “being alive” experience.  If we can make peace with that, then we can appreciate the extreme parts and the non-offensive parts of ourselves and of others, in a very non-judgmental way.

This is a quote from one of my notebooks.  Unfortunately I cannot find the author which is a shame because it is so spot-on:

“Know that some people contribute to your well-being by making you comfortable and safe.  Others threaten or drain you in some way, causing you to rise up and be better.  All of them belong in the story.”

I couldn’t say it better.  Prayers are with our dear friends who have experienced the very extreme side of weather with Hurricane Michael.  May you now be experiencing peace and comfort and soothing, from calming helping hands swooping in to help you and to guide you back to center.

Hurricane Hell Again :(

I am so sad to have to be repeating this post from just a few weeks ago:

I am sending my most heartfelt prayers and love and concern for the people who are being affected by Hurricane Michael.  We live in a different part of Florida and experienced Hurricane Irma last year.  It is such a terrifying experience.

When we were in the Florida Keys one time, we took a picture of a billboard.  This is what it said:

Life is like a camera.  Just focus on what is important.  Capture the good times.  Develop from the negatives and if things don’t work out, just take another shot.

The Florida Keys are no strangers to hurricanes.  You are going to be okay, dear Panhandle friends.  Everything’s going to be okay.

 

Earrings from God

Friends have asked me how I decide what I am going to write about every day.  Sometimes ideas swirl around in my head for a while.  Sometimes I sit down to write about something and for some reason, my blog becomes about something all together different than what I had planned to write about that morning.  I keep journals, and notebooks, and bookmarked pages of books that I like.  I write mostly from my experiences, all 47 years of them. When I think of something interesting to write about, I jot down the idea in a notebook.  Sometimes I have an idea of what I am going to write about and then a life experience happens that tells me that this experience is what I really need to write about.  Yesterday afternoon I had one of those experiences.

I go to my local grocery store a lot.  I have a big family.  When all of our kids were still at home and three of them were teen-aged boys, my grocery store was my “home away from home.”  Our grocery bill was right under the cost of our mortgage payment every month.  So yesterday, I was at my grocery store AGAIN and I got to chatting with the cashier.  She had on a beautiful pair of earrings.  They looked exotic.  They were dangles.  The earrings that she wore were discs with an intricate silver and dark blue design.  They were truly lovely.  I told the cashier how much I liked them.  She said, “Thank you.  A customer gave them to me.”

Now at this point, I got introspective.  I started thinking about the fact that I, myself, hadn’t ever really given anything to a cashier who waited on me, except maybe a smile.  I think that there was one time when I had already opened a bag of M&Ms in the store and my cashier mentioned that she had been on a double shift and had not eaten any lunch, so I told her to hold out her hand for some of my M&Ms.  That has been the extent of my giving to any store personnel waiting on me, so I admit that I was amazed and curious.  Luckily, she continued with the story.

“I complimented my customer’s earrings and my customer mentioned that she had gotten them on a special trip to Jordan.  When I was finished with the transaction, my customer removed her earrings quickly and clasped them into my hand.  She said that someone had blessed her that day and that it was her turn to pay it forward,” is how the cashier explained it to me.  The cashier then said that she was so shocked and so surprised that she really didn’t have much time to thank the lady who was already well on her way out of the store.  The cashier then went on to tell me that when she tells that story to the many people who have complimented her earrings, they have jokingly suggested that she should pass on the earrings to them as a blessing.  At that point, I told my cashier, “I LOVE, LOVE those earrings!!”

She knew that I was kidding and we laughed together.  I told her (while I was admittedly a little touched and misty) that the gift that she is passing on, is the telling of that wonderful, inspiring, warmhearted story.  I told her that I think that this is the way that the Universe works, using “angels on Earth.”  She said that the earrings came at a time that she had been kind of downhearted and really needed to be lifted up and that she saw them as a gift sent to her by God.  The cashier told me that she wears those earrings almost every single day.

People are mostly good.  There are small miracles happening around us every day if we make the point of looking around for them.  We have the capacity to be other people’s “angels on Earth” if we ask to be lead.  We all have these special stories that have happened to us just at the moment that we needed them to happen.  I’m so grateful for the reminder that I got of all of that goodness that surrounds us, just from my simple, routine stop for a gallon of milk at my local grocery store.

All is Well

As I turned on my computer, a Quora pop-up appeared with “a question for the day.”  Someone had written, “I’m 25-years-old.  What should I do with my life?”  I chuckled to myself.  I was tempted to write back, “I’m 47-years-old.  What should I do with mine?”

I remember how stressful it was to be young and have that whole huge blank slate of life stretching out in front of you.  Your life is so structured as a child and a student and then all of the sudden it isn’t.  I think that we go through periods of life where we pick a certain path and we feel that comfort and confinement of structure.  We get married, start families, start career paths that feel comfortable and we take that direction for a while until something, either inside of us or outside of us, or sometimes both, disrupts our current path and brings us back to that question, “What should I do with my life?”

I commiserate with the author of that question.  He or she is wanting definiteness.  He or she is wanting “the rule book of life”, with guaranteed results.  We all think that we want that, especially in scary times of unrest, with all of the negative news swarming around us, creating fear and uncertainty at every turn.   Reality is though, a great, big fun part of life is the unknown, the possibilities and the surprises.  Alice Sebold wrote, “Sometimes the dreams that come true, are the ones you never even knew you had.”

There are no “shoulds” in life.  Other people may try to “should” on you.  You may “should” on yourself, but reality is, there are no “shoulds.”  There are consequences to every action.  Good consequences and less than good consequences come from every choice that we make, but in reality there are no “shoulds.”  Depending on how you look at that statement, that can be freeing or scary as hell.

As a mother of young twenty-somethings, I wish I could wrap them and the Quora question-asker, and all of us, in my arms and say, “Just live.  Just be.  Follow your inclinations, passions, and interests and see where they take you.  Be kind and loving to all people, and all things and remember that includes yourself.  Trust in the forces bigger than you, remembering that you have limited vision of the bigger, unfolding picture.  All is well, even when it doesn’t feel that way.”

I think that there are giant, strong arms and wings wrapped around all of us, whispering these very words in our ears.  We just forget to listen to the whispers sometimes when the world is so loud and busy and full of unrest.  All is well, though.  All is well.

Let It Be

I’m getting a late start this morning.  It was a busy weekend.  My youngest two children had their Homecoming dance Saturday evening.  The next day, we headed over to our sons’ college town where we got to visit with our eldest two sons and their girlfriends.

I’ve been through the Homecoming “drill” many times now, although this was the first time with my daughter.  Admittedly, it’s a lot harder to find the right dress than asking, “Do your slacks still fit?” to the boys.  She liked her dress until she got to the dance and then she decided that it was all wrong. From what I gather, that is the normal expectation for girls and high school dances.   In the end though, both the “brown-hairs” (our youngest two kids) seemed to have a good time and everything went off without a hitch.

The still new part comes in the next day.  We are still getting used to this new “adult” relationship we now have the “reds” (our two eldest sons).  There is no more “the parents dictating” times and places to meet.  It all is much more a mutual decision now.  Actually, our sons picked a fun Mexican restaurant with an outdoor patio and it was great.  All four kids were talking about their stresses, their classes, and their visions for the future. My middle son is really struggling with his decision to go to medical school or not.  Our eldest son was telling us discussions that he has with his boss and his coworkers and mentions that he’ll be spending the week in Philadelphia for work.  I just sat in awe at times.  When did this happen?  Why does it feel like they went very slowly from energizer bunny boys to snarky, cocky teenagers to all of the sudden, at the flip of a switch, interesting mature adults with a lot of ideas and visions for the future?  And concerns for their parents?  My one son’s girlfriend asked me, “What will you guys do next?”   I think that she meant after lunch, but I felt the need to reassure her that we would travel, and I was loving exploring my writing, and my husband is taking his biking to a whole new level.  Wow.  This is all so strange.

Right now I am sitting with a mixture of pride and relief, but also a feel of having strange empty hands and not quite sure what to do with them.  My mature self knows better than to use those hands to hold on too tightly to young men who have so much to offer themselves and the world as they go on living their lives.  I know that it’s not my place to make decisions for them anymore, but now to be more of the sounding board and comfort zone, a good supporting character, as they grapple with decisions that they must make on their own, for themselves.  I think that maybe I’m supposed to take my hands and place them in prayer position in front of my heart and just be thankful.  Maybe right now is the stage that I just enjoy them and our new relationship status as contemporaries. Mostly, I just need to let it be.  Let it be.