There are two kinds of silence. The good silence, peaceful, still and comfortable and then there is other kind. The heart piercing silence after harsh words are spoken. The silence of conversations shut down with one word answers. The silence of the closed bedroom door. I used to talk all the time with my son. Now, it is painfully quiet. He does not want to share what is going on inside. I am on the outside and I am not loving it.
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that is hard. Lord have mercy.
I have read that in these situations asking the Theotokos to intercede (and to say what needs to be said to the person when the person cannot) and I find some comfort in this...
My love and my small prayers.
oh and I find that picture breathtaking.
I'm thinking of you all. And of the amount of time it takes for a letter to travel the world. Hope that door will be ajar in Maui.
So true. Those two types of silence could not be more different. I hope things are improving between you two.
I think it's because we remember what they were like as little boys. Happy, go lucky kids. Now they are trying to find their way and so do not want their mother's help. I'm finding that if I stay quiet more he comes to me.
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