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Let me regress a little so you know a little of the past. My son and daughter always had a hate/love relationship with each other, more hate than love. My son would ignore his sister and did everything to be a roadblock in her life when younger. My daughter dislikes her father - my son doesn't speak of him but does invite him to events at his house. I never discouraged my children seeing their father my ex. Yesterday, we all attended the funeral Mass of our long time friend who died. I arranged lunch together for us after the Mass and worried that this was going to be tense, not at all, just the opposite.
When we all sat down - my ex comes out and says he was doing house cleaning but not the type that we know - he was doing his Karma. My children and I went huh? He wanted to discuss if we had things to say to him, we do but not at lunch so everything got really quiet. He was aware of the tension so he said just contact me later - ok. Subject dropped. We had interesting conversations after that but my son and daughter conversed with each other in an adult way sharing things together, we all continued to share what is going on with us. We never ever did this before. My ex and I shared the lunch bill. Here is the biggie... When we were ready to leave my ex and son helped my daughter with the baby, son holding the baby, ex carrying my daughters bags and making sure she made it okay and comfortably to her car. They also made sure I got out of the booth okay and got to my car safely also (I'm in my late sixties). The two men a year ago would care less, yesterday was beyond belief. I saw so many changes.
My hope was that before I die my family would come together - so this scares me a little. If this is a grounded relationship among them at least I can die in peace knowing that my family cares for each finally. That has been my goal. This has been a battle but I think they have all and myself included have matured finally. We all for the first time showed respect to each other.
Sorry for grammatical errors but I admit I am not a writer or pretend to be a writer. What I post is what is going on inside of me.
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