Sunday, June 27, 2010

Finding My Grateful Heart

As Dad tells stories, one of the things most present to me is how blessed we--his children--have been. Through intelligence and hard work and love and loyalty, he and my mother transmuted our lives. The timing of my nephew's text about the limousines was ironic, to say the least, and I couldn't stop thinking about the metaphorical distance between the childhoods of my father and my children.

Those of you who've been reading a while know that my former husband can be...difficult. And loyalty is not his strong suit. know. But the challenging things about him are not the whole of him. The truth is, he is part of the reason our children will never live in a boxcar. His intelligence and hard work have contributed to our family's journey.

Thursday morning, after a night of fitful sleep and constant thought-loops about all this, I called him. Very briefly (he hates to hear me talk) I outlined the story of the boxcar and the limo. And then I thanked him for his part in the safety and comfort our children enjoy.

He did not say a word. I waited a moment, and then said, "That's all I need to say. Just 'thank you.'" More silence. "Good-bye."

In a voice so tight you could feel his vocal cords vibrate, he choked out, "Thank you for calling."

We hung up without another word.

Friday, he called to ask me to find a way to get Evan fitted for a tux for a wedding in his step-family. "If I just ask him to do it, nothing will get done. Can you help?" After receiving the emailed measurements on Saturday, he called to thank me. He was gracious and kind.

We've exchanged more pleasant words this week than we have in some years since our divorce.

Now, I've been down this road long enough to know this isn't a storybook happy ending. We will not ride off into some rosy sunset. We will not hold hands around campfires, singing Kum Ba Yah. But it is a crack in the wall of bitterness and anger between us, an opening in my own heart as well as his. Because, as much as I've worked on forgiveness, as much as I've tried to let go of resentment, the best I've ever managed is a shaky kind of inner detente. I may not dwell on the old anger, but I certainly leap to new irritation when his present actions confirm my beliefs about him. And the thing is, Anais Nin was right. We see things not as they are, but as we are.

A grateful heart is a fine filter through which to see the world. I'm working on it.

Photo courtesy of Haiyen


Carrie Wilson Link said...

Great post, great photo, great healing!

Kaye said...

"There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart"
Celia Thaxter (American Poet, 1836-1894)

I picked up on your blog about being grateful, and thought you might appreciate this quote.

I am a new author of a book titled: When I Am Grateful
It's a gift book that outlines the 'stuff' that can happen to us everyday and then reminds
the reader how we can be grateful, even in the most challenging times.

You can view a book video on my site which gives you a free peek.
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Have a Grateful Day!

Deb Shucka said...

I'm so happy that you've reached this point in forgiveness where you're experiencing a true freedom to choose who you are with your ex. What a wonder you are.

luckyzmom said...

Maybe it is the aligning of the planets or phase of the moon, but, whatever it is, I too am beginning to see myself more clearly lately and finding it opening up others to me. I've been a hard nut to crack. My continued search for the perfect nutcracker is finally getting through my shell and into the meat of the matter.

Mercurious said...

Great story. I do not know how you do it. Who but Jerri would think to offer sweets to a rattlesnake?

I've been away too long. I didn't even realize your whole look had changed.

I like it. The writing, as well as the look.

kario said...

There is just nothing better than the space and peace that opens up inside you when you start to honor the gifts you've been given along the way. Especially the ones that come with thorns and smell badly and taste bitter. I am so pleased that, during this difficult time with your father, you are open enough to offer your thanks. Sounds like he needed it and I'm sure he feels grateful for your gifts, too.

Love. said...

Beautiful Jerri. You are incredible.