Sitting at the dinner table celebrating an early 50th birthday for my husband.
Laughter rings around our family circle.
But it’s not the healthy kind of laughter.
It’s the laughter of falling back into roles honed through the years.
Smart aleck kid.
Surely my two adopted kids have come farther than this.
But no. Graduation is coming up. Big event. Lots of people and stress.
Great celebration. But not theirs.
Let’s fall back into our comfort zone.
Let’s get bad attention.
Let’s play the dumb card.
So I make backup plans.
Four years ago at their sister’s graduation it was an ER visit with an undiagnosed panic attack the day before.
It was nights without sleep. It was attention focused not on the graduate and her success.
But on the siblings with all the baggage.
Not this time. Not again. I have a plan. Another RAD mom.
No worries. Just sadness. Deep, heart wrenching sadness.
Will they ever break out of these molds for good and into God’s grace and design?
A wedding in four months. Another plan.
How many family memories will be missed because of their past and it’s grip on their lives?