Today I picked up the book 365 Days of Wonder: Mr. Browne’s Book of Precepts by R. J. Palacio and thumbed through it for a minute. This quote jumped out at me:
These words made me think of my parents. While I know they weren’t perfect, and I’m sure this wasn’t always the case, when I knew them, they were wise. Some of the wisest folks I knew. And as I got older, their wisdom (it couldn’t have been my perspective, right?) only grew.
And yet, I like this quote. A lot. It gives me the grace to take my own path, to trek in places that my folks never went and might never have wanted to go–and yet, their lessons about being good stewards of our world and all what inhabit it, their lessons about loving one another, about kindness and respect and giving–all of those things they sought and sought to teach us, they are in my knapsack as I make my own way.
seeking what they sought
but in my own way
With these words, Bashō-san, a 17th century Japanese poet, gives me the grace I have long looked for. That I don’t have to do everything just as Mama and Daddy did, as long as I keep the big picture in mind. I can remember what they taught me and what they were seeking…..and head out thataway. On my own path.
Grace. I am not my parents. But I can honor them with how I live, even if it looks different from what they might have chosen.
Today I was “mother henning” my oldest–pecking and pushing and making all the suggestions about how she should handle this or that. As I was typing my next message, wanting to “suggest” one last thing to her, I wrote, “And while I am mothering you…..”
only the word police, also known as Ms. AutoCorrect, not only didn’t like my word choice, she knew better. She knows me and she knows my girl, apparently, because, in the words of the young folks, I got served.
AutoCorrect changed it to “And while I am not being you…..”
Ahem. Well. AC, you can just drop the mic and walk away, because what you said…..
I hear you. I get it.
I am not being my girl.
And she is not being me.
And that is a beautiful and wonderful and magnificent thing. That we can all be different and yet have some of the same things on our hearts–that we can live those things out in different ways, on different paths, with different styles and dreams and plans for reaching the same goal. That is really good stuff.
Peace. Kindness. Love. Justice. Mercy. Compassion. Laughter. Joy.
All the good things. With so many paths to find it. And so many ways to show it.
All the love.
Tonight I am thankful for a message that came to me not once but twice today. And I’m thankful that when I was given this grace, I was reminded to pass it on to my own fabulous daughter who is no longer a child, but a young adult–filled with her own dreams and goals and beliefs and her own plans for seeking many of the same things I’ve been going after all these years.
Just looks a little different, that’s all.
And that is absolutely, slap dab, downright wonderful.
Somehow it makes this journey a little easier knowing that. We can do it together–we just don’t have to be each other while doing it.
May you find the message of grace you need today in a book or billboard or in your very own heart. Or maybe even in AutoCorrect. It can happen.
Love to all.