Here's the thing: I had my mediated session talking with my dear mama and so many things about it were wonderful that I'm crying and so many things were hard about it that I'm crying. I'm not sharing the details of our session, but I will say that I am deeply grateful she was willing to come to my town and talk with me, and honored that she shared her heart for me to listen.
I will also say that it was very hard to listen. There was much crying. There was a lot of me reeling in my reactivity. I was hurting. Am hurting still. I want this to be easy and resolved but it is hard and still has many edges to file.
It hurt and I knew it would, but I showed up. I did #myokayest. She did her okayest. Something shifted. It will take time to tell what. Until then, I will be doing another sort of okayest where I sift and process and hope. Also probably cry lots more.
At this point, it's important to agree to disagree. It is possible to have opposing opinions and still love one another. In fact, whenever my dad and I start talking religion, he inevitably ends up shouting in a near panic, "Agree to disagree!" It makes me laugh because it is his way of protecting our love, and that is joyful. As to my mom and me, we are making our path forward. I am hopeful. Clinging to hope is sometimes the okayest act of all.
How are you doing your okayest today? I hereby challenge 
. What say you?
Learn all about the #MyOkayest 7 Day Challenge here.
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