I continue to be amazed at how my heart can swell with love for my children and then two days later swell with sadness for someone going through a loss. Really. Isn't this the most fascinating, devastating and wonderful thing about being a human being? Our capacity to love one another, hate one another, sympathize with each other and truly feel a whole range of emotions all within our little 'ole chest. I've had one of those weeks. The week began with a birthday lunch for my oldest daughter. She was positively delightful. (I know that sounds like an old lady word but I'm using it people. When I start calling things "precious" then you can get concerned.) Paige was giddy, excited and super animated as we sat across from each other eating our oh-so-delicious-Yesterdogs. She kept thanking me for the lunch and her polite manners really made me think that maybe I don't all together stink at this mom thing. After lunch we headed over to do a little antique shopping at Eastown Antiques and her shopping savvy and little comments made me feel like we were girlfriends just hanging out for the afternoon. I drove away from her school with a full, full heart and I thanked God for the gift of my little girl who is growing up to be such a wonderful young woman. (I sound old again, don't I? Calling someone a "young person" is a sure sign I think.)
Then this morning I hear of a friend who is going through a loss. Today. And my heart is full. Full of sadness for the loss of a dream; the hope of something new. These heart-wrenching and extreme changes in our plans leave us feeling full and empty at the same time. And that really is the beautifully tragic thing about being a human being.