The leaves are signaling a new season to come and- as the orange and red hues spread I’ve been thinking of endings. A little over a year ago my son and I met another little boy his age along with his grandmother. Since then weve seen each other once a week – sometimes twice.
Throughout that time we’ve gone through all the phases of relationship – and one of them being; periodically taking each other for granted. On our last day together our usual routine was no longer humdrum but sacred and she continually repeated aloud what I was feeling inside; “we had such a lovely time together “.
If only we could regard our lives in the same way – after all ; any day could – potentially be our last. And I don’t mean it in a reckless sort of way but rather- one rich with regard for others- and yes, even for the routines we routinely take for granted.
I didn’t see our relationship throughout that time as something finite- due to come to an end like everything else. I didn’t really give it much thought at all – instead I remained consistent and-so grateful that I did. Whether you’re going uphill or downhill – consistency always bears fruit.
