Damn.
We have aged this year.
I wonder how we will reflect on today. When we talk to our grown children and grandchildren years into the future, what will we tell them we learned? What will we remember?
Sweet moments first come to mind. Hearing my son through the wall as I mentally prepare to see a patient through a video visit. I hear him singing a song in spanish... a song I probably would have never known he knew. My next memory is the vision of Inez, our 4 yr old opening my door in the middle of a meeting to give me a kiss and hug my leg. Standing by the door with a sneaky smile, 2 braids in her hair, a mismatched shirt and leggings because she dresses herself these days.
In retrospect, those sweet moments always come first. I think of my childhood and I have so many memorable, heart warming memories. The hard, the sad, and moments of hopelessness come as an afterthought now.
I want to remember both. Let's remind ourselves in our optimism that the grit is important. We learn from our hardships, our emotional unraveling, our loss of hope.
Those moments connect us, vulnerability humbles us, reminds us... reminds me...
We are imperfect.
Life is unpredictable and messy.
Control is a story we tell ourselves to steady our feet.
And time.
Time is a gift.
Damn. What a year.
