Can you believe that Father’s day is just around the corner?
Perhaps, like many of us, it’s snuck up on you, in which case let this serve as your friendly reminder :).
I often feel like dads get a bum deal when it comes to celebratory holidays in their honor. On mother’s day, moms get showered with cards, flowers, chocolate, breakfast in bed, and sometimes even expensive jewelry. But dads? What do they get? Maybe a couple of cards and well-wishes, if they’re lucky?
On Tuesday I talked about how I recently had a friend come over unexpectedly. What I didn’t mention was how that came about.
I recently had a friend come over unexpectedly.
It had been a while since we’d seen each other, but we quickly found ourselves in pretty deep waters. We sat on my back porch, nursing our glasses of ice water, and discussed things like deep familial wounds, crises of faith, struggles with identity, and more.
Mother’s day is coming up!
This is supposed to be a special occasion, a date to recognize and celebrate the woman who gave us life.
Many people, however, have less than ideal relationships with their mothers. Perhaps there was abuse or neglect, or some other sort of trauma. Maybe your experience is nothing so drastic, but nevertheless your relationship with your mother can be fraught with tension.
How do you approach Mother’s Day when you have a hard time being grateful for your mother?
All of life is a rhythm. Seasons come and go; the sun rises every morning and sets every evening; children are born, grow old, and die.
Like the grand scheme of life, our individuals lives also have rhythms. We wake up every morning, go to bed every night. In between we’ll go to work, or study, or perhaps ferry kids around. It’s easy to get lost in the repetitive monotony of our day-to-day lives, to be drowning so thoroughly in our duties that we never have the energy to look beyond them.
I recently sent a text to my mother-in-law, thanking her for how well and unreservedly she has loved me since I joined her family. Her response was simple: “I’m so grateful that you accepted our love!”
As I reflected on her words, I realized that this simple sentence has profound implications for our day-to-day lives and relationships.
I recently finished reading a novel by Alain de Botton called The Course of Love. It follows the lives and romance of Rabih and Kirsten as they meet, fall in love, marry, have children, and shoulder on through the trials of life.
There was one passage in particular that really stuck out to me, grabbed me by the ears and simply would not let me go. I’ve copied it here below:
As a lover of language, I enjoy playing with words. Puns, plays on words, and semantics are all sources of great pleasure for me.
Some semantics, however, matter far more than others.
This is a modified piece pulled from the archives. You can read the original post here
Valentine’s day is coming up, and I’ve been thinking about gifts I’ve given or received in the past from significant others.
There was a passage from a book I recently read, Strangers at My Door, that really stood out to me: