This is the 300th post at lucille in the sky. Congratulations to me!
The day was a rainy one, as they usually are. We were huddled in C’s cozy apartment, which was so warm it was like an invisible bonfire burned in the middle of the living room. C didn’t have to pay to heat her apartment, the cost was included in the rent.
E was telling us about her evil step-mother who used to buy stale, tasteless cereal for her step-children and colorful, kid-approved cereal for her own daughter. She turned E’s childhood into one of darkness. We listened, wide-eyed, sad for our beautiful friend and for all children who are’t cherished the way they should be.
Fast forward several years and C and I are both step-mothers. We are mothers and step-mothers, and we struggle. I’d venture to say all women in these roles do, at least in the beginning. We strive to be better, to love better. And what did God whisper in our ear back when we were innocent, before we became wives and mothers?
God told us to be careful. God showed us how this role of step-mother can make a woman become an ugly version of herself. God planted this seed when our futures were untold, when we never could have imagined the corners we’d turn or the love we’d find or the children we’d have.
And this memory of teary eyes in the toasty apartment helps me see how everything is connected. How lessons arrive to teach us exactly what we need, even years before we need it. If we listen, if we pay close attention to every moment as it unfolds, the universe will guide us to light.