Several of my friends have had a parent die in the last few months. I know each of those days will be forever marked in their memory. A day that will forever be full of weight and memories. I have had several of my friends on my mind as I can relate to what they might be feeling. A couple of them I know feel like they are drowning in their life from the inside out. They feel it is hard to find their footing. I love and understand what their thoughts might be.
What are the ties that bind us together? It may not always be a common bond of love or friendship. Maybe there is a stronger bond formed when we deeply understand another person's trial. Maybe we understand another's experience so well because we have been there ourselves. Traveling the same road, just at different times. This binds us together. We are united because we understand one another and uniquely resonate with each other's pain.
What about the person who feels inadequate or the mom who feels she is screwing it all up? We are tied. What about the mom who fights for the triumphs of a learning disabled child? I am bound to her. Or, what of all the women who struggle to find balance in all that they do? We are each connected.
Aren't we somehow all tethered together? Each fighting our own personal battles. Each trying in our own way to carry the weight of our struggles. But maybe the ties that bind us are also the ones that will carry us, and lift us....together. Never alone--always together.
