It’s a big day today! A sort of next generation rite of passage has transpired and as I sat here in my loungeroom and time ticked on between 1.50 and flight time , 2.10pm I felt a familiar ache. The same ache I felt when I left each one of my children with Mum to go to work, the same ache I felt when they started and finished school, got their first job, fell in love for the first time, fell out of love, graduated from uni, got married, gave birth etc. In all those time stand still moments when I have known that things will be so very different once the moment has been lived through I have felt what I call womb ache! It starts from where each of them started , lingers in remnants of melancholy, joy, wonder and hope and then launches itself into the new time, the changed time and somehow reassures me that all will be well!
Well, womb ache has stretched across another generation! Firstborn grandchild is on a plane heading to London. When she returns she’ll be 19. Her mother, sister and I will be a year older. She will have travelled through 19 countries. At a time in the world when so much of it it making no sense at all, she and indeed thousands like her, are continuing to live a life motivated by hope and quest for joy.
we talked about the hard stuff…the what if question, the are you afraid question and with a logic that comes from deep inside her unique self, she voiced what we have heard so much of lately – you can’t let bad things others do stop you from living.
Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic 