Her text came in at 1am. I heard it’s distinctive ping as I was talking with her older sister. Her text had come in at midnight. A midnight call for help.
I called, we chatted and in the midst of our talk, her younger sister text from Amsterdam to say, ‘we’re here.’
She’s on her way home.
I text back, “My heart is happy. Falling into blissful sleep now,” after her sister and I ended our conversation.
And it’s true. My heart is happy. She is on her way home.
“You’d make a terrible foreign correspondent mother,” my eldest daughter proclaimed.
And she’s right. I would.
And I’m okay with that. Neither of them are foreign correspondents. Neither of them are delving into war torn lands searching for the stories that will awaken our hearts and minds to the need for peace.
But they are, delving in. My eldest daughter delves into matters of the heart and soul every day on her blog, The Wunder Year. Courageously, fearlessly she treds into those vulnerable places where man shies away from. With great heart she opens up her inner world to shine the light for others to see where they need not fear themselves.
It is her fearlessness and honesty that precipitated her midnight text. “Do you regret what you wrote?” I asked. “No,” she replied. “I needed to speak the truth to live without fear.”
In the truth, a door opens, a conversation begins that points towards the light, away from the deeper darkness of the secrets of the heart that kept her apart from someone she loves. In her truth, she is free.
I am proud of my daughters. Proud and oh so grateful for their fearless pursuit of life beyond their comfort zones.
And though I may sometimes worry, my worry is just the stuff of a mother’s heart that would protect her children from scrapes and bruises and falling down upon life’s road.
But that’s not my job. My job is to be here. To stand with open arms and heart, to be that place they can come when they feel the stings of life’s arrows piercing through the delicate fabric of their heart.
My job is to love them, no matter what, in all kinds of weather, in every kind of situation, in every circumstance.
And I do.
I am so blessed.
They are both very courageous and inspirational young women, and blessed to have you in their lives as that safe space to be able to talk about the deepest things in life. I think all three of you are pretty awesome! And yes, A does write heart searching things on her blog but I don’t think she should regret putting them out there, she’s making a difference with her words both to those who are reading and I hope somewhere inside herself too. There’s a study I read for my research on how blogging enhances resilience and well-being, something I’m hoping it might do for me too, so here’s to truthful, honest, challenging and thoughtful blogs. I am certainly glad that both of you are writing! Thank you!
Hope you’re having a good week so far.
Take care xx
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Thank you Laura — what interesting research on blogging. It makes sense — nice to see there’s evidence!
Hugs to you dear one — and yes, my week is superb thus far! Today is Alexis’ birthday and I get to celebrate her life. 🙂
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I so GET IT! Praying for safe travels!
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Thanks Diane — she’s home. Saw her last night. She had an amazing trip and fell totally in love with Istanbul!
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You’re a good mom!
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Thanks 🙂 You too!
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Trust all will go well and you’ll soon be sharing stories.
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She’s home Susan and all is well. 🙂
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Should I raise children half as beautiful and courageous as your girls, I will consider myself a success as a parent : )
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Katie! You remind me of my daughters. Your heart is beautiful and your spirit shines bright!
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Yes you are blessed I have raised three strong independent girls and I am proud of them just like you are proud of your girls but that doesn’t stop us worrying about them and being happy when they are home safe and sound
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And now Joanne — I am happy. She’s home, safe and sound. Thanks my friend.
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Remember how when they were little are we tucked them into bed and we knew they were safe?
In those days, it was unimaginable that they would be one day travelling the globe alone.
The midnight texts are familiar to me. So too is that feeling of relief when they are safe.
Motherhood.
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