Empathy

Not to be morose. It's when your child, no matter the age, experiences heartbreak that you recall your own past heartbreaks and you can empathize. You know how she feels. You let her know, even if by texting. Then the words are there forever in some cyber-place even when deleted. Then, as if by magic, something natural, like a long awaited flower blooming- does bloom. It welcomes you as if to say- it's going to be alright. My gardenia bloomed on Easter morning while I was working. I brought it to work to keep out of harms way. And it said with it's bloom- everything is going to be alright. And so it is with her- and her amarylis. Like rebirth. Like the Beatitudes- Blessed are those who are poor in spirit, for they shall inherit God's Kingdom. Thank you Lord Jesus, for gardenias, for amarylis, for being poor in spirit!