This is a fantastic piece. You just keep shepherding all those who need it. I do the same with my grown children when they let me. They seem perfectly able to take care of themselves but you'll never convince a mother of such things. Thank you for a read I'll not soon forget.
Your words always ring some reality to me, the shepherding is such a good analogy. One never truly understands anyone else's struggles. I think of you often, and will keep you and your black sheep in my thoughts this holiday season.
This sentence is a treasure: "The problem has never been reconciling my own black sheep back into the fold but rather tending to the pious townspeople on the hill." Your whole post, a beautiful rendition and expression of love. I will be thinking of it throughout this holiday season (and beyond).
Great post - I love the take on shepherding, mixing it in with the reality of what it means to be a shepherd. Your thoughts have altered my childhood narrative and helped me give a nod to those who are shepherding their friends, family and life these days.
What a wonderful piece you wrote and how I can resonate! I, too, have had a wayward child at a young age. I loved what you said about how you say goodbye after a visit , the words exchanged between you. And sleeping on the edge of a mountain, if you had to - I feel ya there! I feel your love, pain and everything else that you share here! I'm with you - from one heart and soul mom to another. ❤️
This is a fantastic piece. You just keep shepherding all those who need it. I do the same with my grown children when they let me. They seem perfectly able to take care of themselves but you'll never convince a mother of such things. Thank you for a read I'll not soon forget.
Thank you, MaryBeth. I know all of my grown kids can take care of themselves too. Why do we keep believing we're still the saviors?
Your words always ring some reality to me, the shepherding is such a good analogy. One never truly understands anyone else's struggles. I think of you often, and will keep you and your black sheep in my thoughts this holiday season.
Thank you, dear soul. Sending a huge hug in return.
This sentence is a treasure: "The problem has never been reconciling my own black sheep back into the fold but rather tending to the pious townspeople on the hill." Your whole post, a beautiful rendition and expression of love. I will be thinking of it throughout this holiday season (and beyond).
Thanks, Jennifer. Wishing you the best this season with a home full of boys.
Great post - I love the take on shepherding, mixing it in with the reality of what it means to be a shepherd. Your thoughts have altered my childhood narrative and helped me give a nod to those who are shepherding their friends, family and life these days.
The highest of compliments, this is. Thank you for being here, for being open, for witnessing my stories. I'm honored.
What a wonderful piece you wrote and how I can resonate! I, too, have had a wayward child at a young age. I loved what you said about how you say goodbye after a visit , the words exchanged between you. And sleeping on the edge of a mountain, if you had to - I feel ya there! I feel your love, pain and everything else that you share here! I'm with you - from one heart and soul mom to another. ❤️
I know you are! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I'm so grateful we're doing this together.