A recent visit from my family has reminded me of a truth. Most children end up marrying a version of their primary caregiver. Below is a poem I wrote reflecting this fact, as well as a blog post from May 14, 2023. <My Spoon Full of Sugar> I married Mary Poppins. It is true. No surprise for Mary is my mother too. They sing in the morning and like things tidy and clean. No time for nonsense or excuses, only good behavior will do. They are stern, responsible and sensible… a little vain and irritable too. They never explain anything but are diligent caretakers paying their due. Yet he is my spoonful of sugar helping the medicine of life go down. He loves with delicately balanced quesadillas and grilled cheese. She loved with neatly cut and arrayed platters of fruits and veggies. He is “practically perfect in every way,” or so they say. Attractive, enthusiastic, and well dressed, busy but playful. They cook and clean, work and...
Learning to love God, others, and self from a healthier place of attachment and security.