It's been a long week. I had a sort of "circle of life" experience on Monday. A friend of mine lost her dad to leukemia on Monday morning, and then my good friend delivered her long-awaited baby girl in the afternoon. I know that people die every day and babies are born every day, but I was just struck by the timing of it all. At the beginning of the week there were tears of joy at the hospital, holding a new, wrinkly, soft bundle of arms and legs. And yesterday there were tears of sorrow at the graveside for my friend as she faces a future without her daddy.
My friend Chris asked me if the sad tears were about unresolved family issues of my own. And maybe he's right about that. But I think this week also brought me face to face with the reality that it could be my mom one day. In the back of my mind, I still have 50, 60 years to hang out with her. But this man was younger than my mom. We're just not as young as we think we are.
This week has been a mirror for a situation I've been facing for the past couple of months. The highs of something new and fun and extraordinarily amazing. The lows of something that seems to be coming to an end. I know there's a lesson tucked in here somewhere. I just haven't figured out what it is yet. Nobody tells you about this stuff when you're growing up.
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