Thinking about a recent conversation with Hubbs, I’ve realized who my tribe is: those whom I can speak openly with. You know the ones: the friends/colleagues/family members who do for you what you’d do for them: accept you, ask your opinion because they want to know, listen, stick up for you, check in on you and cheer loudest when you grow. Those ones.
There’s been a lot going on of late, Mom’s health is a little more stable but she has been hospitalized for several weeks and we’ve had some very close calls where we thought, “this is it.” She came through that, thankfully, and now we’re starting to talk about next steps. She’s not strong enough to go home, at least not right now. And that’s a tough reality to face. On a positive note, she’s bright and “with it” and knows what’s up: she’s still got a say and that’s comforting to me.
Little ones are adjusting to their Mom moving away. They’re with their Dad now, our boy, full time. They’re adjusting but I know the whole household will have some challenges ahead. We help where we can .. but still, this Nana’s heart is with them always.
Our nephew was seriously injured in a fall, he’s healing and will be OK, and we thank God he’s young and healthy. It was the kind of accident that could have left him permanently injured or dead and just thinking about it makes us shudder.
Still, I look around, and while my tribe isn’t big, it’s good. It’s cozy and healthy. And when I’m with them – Hubbs, the boys, a few good friends, certain family members, and you, dear readers, I am reminded that the only answer most of us are looking for is the knowledge that we can live in our truth and eventually things will be just fine.
Who’s in your tribe? Are you able to let your tribe in when you’re struggling?