My breath caught as I witnessed a tender gesture between mother and daughter at the end of our Utah trip this past June.
Reaching for her mother’s shoulders, and with a tone softer and more open than on the day she’d arrived, Megan shared with her mother what the past week had meant to her.
Smiling from deep within, she admitted,
“My heart broke open in a way it hasn't been for years. Joy, delight, love...are helping me crawl out of the swamp that I've been in. What sticks with me is the layers in the (canyon) rock. Keeping that in my thoughts as I move through life. Choosing to honor each layer of myself, even the messy ones, and growing from there.”
Months before, Megan’s mother had recognized her daughter’s growing need for a break from raising little ones and running her own business, all intensified during COVID. She invited her to unplug on the river with Honest Heart Journeys.
Doing this, she also had the rare gift of witnessing her daughter’s gentle, joyous emergence that week.
This tender exchange between mother and daughter is a gift to me. It's an assurance of transformation. A reminder of the precious journey my own daughter and I have navigated. And a promise for other relationships that I quietly cherish within our community. |